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[Prologue]

The producers of Police Blue decided to have a three-episode adventure for the seventh season finale. As true with all shows, especially the animated ones, this adventure was made to get the ratings. Mr Big, lecherous super-criminal, will make an appearance. And again his nefarious plot to inflate womens' chests will be foiled by our women in blue.

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

1

Lynnae, June, Nadia, and Paul were sitting in Chief Talbert's office. Gauging by experience, the foursome expected one of three things to happen: 1) getting praise for a job well done, 2) scolded for 'bending' the rules and still get some praise, or 3) being placed on an undercover assignment. The foursome laid down bets on the outcome.
    Talbert turned, his old-fashion chair making an appropriate squeaking sound. "Hmm, I should oil this chair one of these days. I imagine you're wondering why you're here. There's an undercover job waiting, and you're perfect for it."
    Lynnae jumped for joy on the inside. Having made a bet that the Chief had an undercover stint, Lynnae looked forward to collect 45 credits from her friends. Her inadvertent smile got the Chief's attention.
    Talbert leaned forward. "The rumor mill has beaten me to the punch. The job is almost a working vacation. For six weeks you four will travel on the Albany on the Outback-Earth route. You'll pose as aspiring models recently hired by Deloris Desires (Dee Dee), owner and namesake of the women's clothing company. Paul will act as your manager/publicist. Dee Dee is having a promotional tour on this trip. Your job is to arrest several mobsters and their functionaries on the Albany. Mobsters love to see fashion shows. Since Dee Dee will hold one on the Albany, we can expect several mobsters to be there. They especially like to sample the models 'material'."
    "Any chance to nail mobsters is worth the inconvenience." Lynnae cracked her knuckles in anticipation. Then it came to her. "We're going to pose as models? Chief, why is it every-other undercover stint requires us to wear skimpy clothing while men ogle us?" Nadia and June made agreeing nods.
    Talbert tapped his desk. "It was those 'skimpy clothing' jobs that enabled you and June to arrest some of the most wanted men, and a few women, on Outback. Please forgive my bluntness, but you two and Nadia here are naturals for this job. The criminals literally fall over themselves just to get a look at you, making arrests that much easier."
    "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence." June threw in. "Oh, let me guess. We're going to have our chests blown up. How big this time? Beachballs, or beanbags?"
    Talbert leveled his eyes on June and held her gaze. "June, I can always trust you to get to the meat of the matter. You won't get built-up too much. The three of you will get breasts that will be half-again the size of basketballs. With sixth-generation nanites, you and Nadia will be ready in one week. Lynnae," Talbert said to the shortest of the trio, "because of her smaller size, will need ten days."
    "Well, at least it won't be like working at The Tea Cup." Lynnae then realized something. "Hey, since we'll be models, we can't go around using our real faces. Does this mean we'll get some face work done?"
    Talbert cleared his throat. "Again, you are correct. All three of you will have minor alterations done to your faces. And there is one more thing. You and June will have your skin color changed to match that of Nadia's. It'll take two weeks, just in time when you embark on the Albany. Paul will get a moustache and a fake gut, so please don't tease him about it. Now," Talbert said as he activated his desk panel, indicating that the meeting was over, "you four get down to Dr Sung and to Quartermaster Wooster. Questions before you go?"
    "Yes, Chief." Paul said. "Why are we needed for this job? Isn't this better suited for the Marshal's Office?"
    "It is, but the Albany is Outback territory, subject to its laws and regulations. You four will have complete authority when it comes time to make the arrests. Nadia, you have something to add?"
    Nadia lowered her hand. "Yes Chief. When we get to Earth, would you like a souvenir? Perhaps a genuine replica of an NYPD badge, circa 1950's?"
    "As usual, you're playing to my soft spot. I promise all of you, when you get back, an immediate two-week vacation. With pay, and it won't count against the leave that you've already accumulated. Fair?"
    As if they had practiced it earlier, the four cops got on their knees and bowed to Talbert. They chanted 'We're not worthy! We're not worthy! We're not worthy!'.
    Talbert shook his head and pointed a finger to the door. "Get outta here, you scamps. Before I change my mind."
 

2

The two weeks were done and gone. The three female cops and Paul had completed the changes to their appearances, their disguises complete. Lynnae's bust was augmented by 25 centimeters, moving her measurement to 127cm. Her new size was quite noticeable compared to her relatively small frame. June and Nadia each had 18cm added, bringing their already impressive fronts to 145 and 158cm respectively. Since they were already quite big, both in bust and height, their added mass wasn't quite as noticeable as Lyn's.  Paul sported a moustache and gut, all thanks to nanites. The foursome also brushed up on the modeling scene. The current fashion cycle was that of busty women. Twenty years ago small-breasted women were considered the epitome of beauty and ten years before that watermelon-sized lungs were all the rage.
    The four cops assembled at Amber's house, located in one of the older residential areas of New Darwin. Nadia was happy that Amber could watch and take care of Smudge, Nadia's pet miniature Dachshund. The little dog sensed that something was going on, seeing that his favorite old pillow and food bowls were loaded into a van. When it came to Nadia to hand her pet to Amber, the little critter tried to stay with his mistress. Smudge attempted to get between Nadia's breasts head-first, a place he considered to be of safety and warmth. Of course, he didn't succeed.
    "Nadia, I must say Smudge does have a peculiar affection for your bust." Amber said, holding the dog to her flat chest. At least she didn't have to worry about an exuberant dog going down the front of her blouse.
    "Yes he does. Now, he's a good little rat, and is trained to use the box. Just don't let him hypnotize you with his pouting eyes. Show him who's boss, but be careful." Nadia gave Smudge one last pat to the head. The little rat whimpered, realizing that his mommy, and primary food-giver, was going away.
    "Don't you fret. I and Smudge will have lots of fun. Won't we boy?" Amber was rewarded with an affection lick to her chin. Satisfied that all was well, Nadia boarded the van. Paul, the driver, started the vehicle and headed for Briggton Spaceport.

After two hours of waiting, searching of luggage, and questions, the foursome finally entered the shuttle that was to take them to the Albany. Lynnae tuned out the background noise as she read a pamphlet about the ship. The Albany, a ship of the Magonia class of passenger liners, was grand in every detail. Two kilometers long, 675,000 registered tons, and a capacity to carry 15,000 passengers plus 5,200 crew made the ship one of the largest mobile structures made by man. By itself, The Albany could make money just by staying in orbit. The shipboard facilities were excellent and surpassed many planet-side grand hotels. The ship made its meat and potatoes by taking passengers on the Outback-Earth run, a six-week round trip that included stops at Lagoon, New Sardinia, Earth, Nordwind, Angelica, and finally back to Outback.
    The seat in front of Lynnae had a view panel on the backside. That screen came to life, showing that the shuttle was about to dock with the Albany. It was a grand view. The hull was a beautiful silver-blue, with wild and decorative swaths of primary colors all around. The combination made the ship look like a demented piece of candy. The shuttle docked, and the passengers got off. There was a steward waiting, and she spoke loud and clear to the assembly.
    "Good morning. I'm Kayla. While your luggage is being retrieved, I'll explain the procedure for finding your cabins. Now, please refer to the file pads that were handed out to you on the shuttle. If you've lost yours, please raise your hands and I'll give you a replacement."
    The lecture was gracefully short. The foursome, with luggage in hand, got on one of the many intra-ship cars and were whisked down a transit tube. After only a minute of travel, the car came to a halt. A baggage attendant loaded their gear on a con-grav pallet and escorted them to the cabin. Actually, two cabins. The girls were to stay in one, while Paul was next door in another. A door connected both cabins, so at least the girls had access to two bathrooms.
    The attendant quickly and efficiently offloaded the luggage. Paul gave him a generous tip, and June, in a burst of enthusiasm, gave the boy a deep hug. She whispered into his ear, and the boy grinned in reply. He practically ran back to the car and down the transit tube. Now alone, Lynnae looked sternly at June. "I see you got your first conquest on this trip. How many more will you get?"
    June fell on her bed. She bounced a little, but her oversized bust jiggled for a good ten seconds before she stilled it with her hands. "Come on, Lyn. Live it up. We're supposed to be models, and models are notorious sex fanatics! With your body you can pick and choose any man you want! Live in the now!"
    Nadia was unpacking her suitcase, pulling out a bevy of big bras. "June, I can agree to some extend with that philosophy, but don't overdo it. The last thing we need is to draw undo attention to ourselves."
    "Hear hear." Lynnae said, removing her blouse and exposing her bra-clad bust. Paul had just walked in through the connecting door. And he was grinning. Lynnae, like a startled school girl, tried to cover her bust. "Paul, what do you think you're doing? Can't you see that we're undressing?"
    "I know," Paul replied in a suave voice. "After all, I am supposed to be your manager. And I have to get in character. That includes seeing you three in all states of dress. Or make that undress."
    Paul got a playful punch in the stomach from Lynnae, but there was a bit of an edge to that punch. "Paul, I know that you're no Larry Lecher, but don't get too involved in your part. Do show some modesty, and avoid looking at our busts for too long. Above all else, don't walk in on us girls when we take showers. That'll cost you a kidney for sure."
    Paul patted his stomach. As part of his disguise, nanites added a spare tire to his middle with the appropriate love handles to his sides. In combination with his moustache, the disguise made him look like an oily skin merchant. "I'll try Lyn, but I must play my part convincingly. I promise only to touch breasts when it's absolutely necessary."
    Nadia and June went to Lyn's side. They placed their hands out in preparation to make a pact. Paul did the same. Lyn grinned, then spoke the words. "So let it be written, so let it be done. Bad attitude powers - activate!"
 

3

Amber came back from work. Tired, she opened the door to her modest house, and there waiting for her was Smudge. The little dog wagged his tail and begged to be picked up. Unable to rest Smudge's expectant eyes, Amber lifted the dog up. Smudge then proceeded to lick Amber's face.
    "Okay, Okay! Enough with the kisses! You'll get pieces of fat with your din-din." Amber placed Smudge down, making way for her bedroom to change clothes. In a flash Amber had on a ratty pair of sweats. Once in the kitchen she opened a packet of dog food, emptying it into Smudge's bowl. As promised, Amber then placed some pieces of steak fat in that bowl. Smudge, tail wagging, dove into the bowl. Smiling like there was no tomorrow, Amber stood over the hungry dog. "Maybe I should get a dachsie one of these days. Heck, they practically take care of themselves."

The Albany cleared the hyper limit of Outback. Now in hyperspace, the massive ship would reach Lagoon in two days. Plenty of time for one Deloris Desires (Dee Dee) to explain what she expected from her models. In one of the Albany's meeting halls, Dee Dee  lectured to her girls. "Thank you all for accepting my invitation. I've built up my clothing lines from the ground-up. For the last 70 years those lines were the top sellers on the ten most-populated worlds in the Commonwealth. I have every intention in seeing that tradition continue. By using a diverse mix of models, I'm assured the maximum amount of 'exposure' on those worlds." Some of the models giggled at the mention of the word exposure. Deloris Desires is not known for her modesty!
    "Now girls, our first stop is Lagoon. Being a world of oceans and beaches you'll model our new line of swim wear. Later today my team of designers and outfitters will meet with you. The photographers will be there as well, so let them have a good look. We'll have only four days at Lagoon, so every day count." Dee Dee took a sip of water. "Some of you girls are already at the maximum size for this tour. The rest of you will steadily get larger for the next few weeks. Angelica is our final stop, and the women there definitely like to see clothes that fit them!" Again, there was some giggling. Many members of the Flat Chest Society made hay about Outback women, but compared to the adult females on Angelica they're practically 'flat'. "That's enough talking for now. I expect to see all of you at the Deck One Pool in three hours. Dismissed."
    Lynnae, June, and Nadia got up, stretching their arms and legs. Their exaggerated busts did some stretching themselves, trying to escape the tight T-shirts they had on. Besides the threesome, there were 15 other models. In terms of height, none were as tall as Nadia. Conversely, none were shorter than Lynnae. Though she wasn't as self-conscious about her height as Amber, Lynnae received her own fair amount of teasing back in school. Models, like any other click, can be especially cruel to newcomers. That little fact made itself know.
    Erika Florence, a tall woman from Novaya Zemlya, considered herself the top model in the group. Her frigid attitude and pose have already earned her the nickname Ice Queen. During Dee Dee's talk, Lynnae felt Erika's smug eye on her. It was an unpleasant sensation. On the way to a private shipboard restaurant, the Outback Trio had the displeasure of encountering Erika.
    "Well, I must say they grow them in all sizes on Outback," Erika announced, her condescension all too evident. The Novaya Zemlya woman wasn't small herself, being June's equal in height and bust. "How long have you three been modeling?"
    "For two years." Nadia said, making her height and physique more evident. It usually worked on making a smaller woman step back. For Erika, it was an admission that she was worthy of attention. "This is our first modeling stint off-planet."
    "Well, do be careful, my brown-skinned acquaintances. The men who watch us model are known for their sexual appetites. They love to eat up simple, innocent girls." Erika giggled, eyeing Lynnae. Turning about, Erika walked down the passage, her oversized bust bouncing with each step. A man, apparently her agent, met up with her. He was the stereotypical piece of walking slime, loud shirt and all.
    "Gee, what a creep! The way she looked at me had to mean she's queer." Lynnae said, crossing her arms in front of her enlarged bust.
    Nadia placed her hands on Lyn's shoulders. "Don't worry, Lyn. I and June will make sure that Erika stays away. I so much want to take her down a peg, but we can't go around nutting people in the face. As long as we stay together, we'll be okay."
    Just then Paul arrived. He had on a loud Hawaiian shirt (as if there were any other type) and tropical shorts. "Okay, there you are. We have time for lunch before the photographers start clicking away. Remember, you can't have more than 500 calories for lunch - gotta keep you lean and hungry."
    "Great, that's just great." June said, patting her stomach. "In addition to wearing next-to-nothing clothes, they're starving us so our waists won't grow an extra millimeter overnight. Modeling sucks."
 

4

Amber yawned. The evening movie was a snoozer, and it took everything to keep from dozing off. Smudge, curled up next to Amber on the couch, was already sleeping. Getting up carefully, Amber picked up the little dog. Next, she went to the kitchen and deposited Smudge on his bed. "Be a good boy, Smudge. You better use the box or I'm gonna paddle your butt, Nadia or no Nadia."
    The little dog just rolled over, working into his blanket to create his personal nest. Amber gave Smudge one last pat before going to bed.

The pool on Deck One was, like everything else on the ship, expansive. Set to a tropical theme, one could be forgiven for mistaking the scene as an actual beach resort. Above, on the bulkhead, was a simulation of a tropical sky, complete with puffy clouds and warm sun. When the fake sky was turned off, one would have a majestic view of space.
    The four cops, along with the other models, had assembled around the olympic-sized pool. The photographers, a mixture of men and women, were commanding the models to 'strike poses'. June was happy to do so, and the photographers were greedily snapping photos. Nadia and Lynnae joined in, doing classic stances and bends, giving the cameras what they wanted. Paul gathered with the other agents and Dee Dee, discussing the photo shoot and the work schedule.
    Then the outfitters arrived. There were three outfitters to each model, and in assembly-line precision they measured every model and took copious notes. An old-fashion trunk was brought forward. The outfitters opened it and proceeded to sort-through the various swimsuits, matching sizes to models.
    In glee, June took the suit handed to her, making her way to a changing room. In turn, Nadia and Lynnae got their suits. The fabric was of nanite-manufacture and quite stretchable. Gee, this thing isn't large enough to blow my nose in, Lynnae thought as she handled the suit. In minutes all the models had their suits on, the photographers barely able to hold their trigger-fingers steady.
    June stepped out proudly from the changing room. Her suit was a two-piece, with a large top. Even so, the tops and bottoms of her breasts were exposed. That was okay; so long as the front of the breasts were covered, the show can keep its M14 rating. June tested that standard by jiggling her front, turning the men in the observing crowd into slack-jaw gawkers.
    Next was Nadia. She had on a classic bikini. Like June, the top was large. Even so Nadia had to apply body paste to her breasts. This was done so her nipples wouldn't be exposed every time she breathed. Nadia had her own collection of drooling fanboys, held in check by the security cordon and several muscular guards.
    All the models were out, save Lynnae. June walked over to Lyn's door and knocked. "C'mon, Lyn. We're wasting Dee Dee's time. Get outta there."
    "No! The suit I have is practically nonexistent. I might as well come out naked."
    "Do that and the censors will have a field day. C'mon, show some backbone."
    "Okay, June, you've asked for it." Lyn opened the door. She had a towel wrapped around her body, giving the impression that she had just taken a bath. Lyn kept both hands on the towel, making doubly-sure it stayed in place.
    "Lyn, the suit can't be that bad! Our drooling fanboys will faint at the sight of your exotic body!"
    "Like they haven't done so with everyone else. Fine, brace yourself!" At that Lyn let the towel fall down. The crowed gasped. Lyn's suit was an abbreviated one-piece - it had a fist-wide strip connecting the top and bottom. Lyn's oversized bust was held in check by two 'flaps' of material, interconnected by tiny integrated straps. The bottom was a high v-cut, going over and around the hips to the back. Lyn proudly walked to the photographic area, not caring that the crowd could now see her thong-fitted backside. She then stood in the center of the shooting square, 'striking a pose'. The bright-pink swimsuit (if one can call it that) accentuated her body to the fullest. A low moan came from the spectators, made up of boys and men. They enjoyed Lyn's warm brown skin, shoulder-length platinum blonde hair, and bright green eyes. Lyn shifted, causing her oversized basketball breasts to jiggle. That made the men fall in a resounding crash.
    Dee Dee's eyes blinked loudly. "Err... hmm... Well, I must say you're quite 'radiant' in that suit, dear." Dee Dee said, breaking the silence. "Now Lyn, step aside and let the other girls have their photos taken."
    Lynnae gladly walked away from the shooting square, sitting on a towel-draped bench. She proudly locked her arms under her bust, waiting for her friends to finish their shots.
 

5

It was a rather hectic day for Amber. There were no less than eight traffic accidents during her shift, and she had to direct patrol units to the crash sites. Now home, Amber wearily, but gladly, opened the front door to her house. "Smudge! Smudgy, I'm home!" Amber said out loud, working loose her necktie. There was no reply. Walking upstairs, Amber had just removed her tie when she entered the bathroom. There on the floor was a pile of towels, with Smudge right in the center of his creation. Apparently the little dog decided to make a nest in the cool room. Amber was a little bit perturbed.
    "You little rat. Nadia may allow that at her apartment, but I don't." In a minute Amber had on her favorite sweats. She picked up Smudge and hauled his lazy carcass to the fenced-in backyard. "There you go, Smudgy. I'll feed you, but your gonna stay out here for tonight as punishment." Amber said as she headed back inside. The door had hardly closed when Smudge spied another piece of mischief he could engage in.

The four cops were back in their connected cabins. Nadia and June were doing their nails. Paul was in the adjoining cabin, reading the shooting schedule. The Albany was now three hours from Lagoon orbit, and immediately afterwards the models would be ferried down for their first shoot on that vacation world.
    Nadia had a distant look in her eyes while doing her nails, but her friends knew that she was using her wetware. She had successfully infiltrated the Albany's security systems, and now was 'looking' at various parts of the ship. Actually, she was searching for some very specific people. She found one. "There he is, the snake with a smile. It's our old friend Roger Patterson, adult film agent and naughty person."
    "So he's here too. Great, now he can think about making documentaries on prison life, with him as the star." June said, putting some final touches on her toenails. Work complete, June stored the nail polish and stood up, her bra-clad bust jiggling nicely. "If he tries to seduce any of the models, we'll nail his butt. Any sightings on the other guys on the list?"
    "Not yet, June. But I suspect we'll pick up some more on Lagoon. Speaking of which, have you two noticed anything unusual about our drooling fanboys?"
    Lyn stepped out of the luxurious bathroom, her oversized towel doing an admiral job of covering her body. "Nadia, you had to ask about that? Even with your fancy 'ware you would've found out in a snap." Lyn sat on her bed and fell back onto a pillow. "Those men, if you call them that, are all Earth tourists. They traveled 20 light-years just to drool at the site of overdeveloped, underclad models. They all won contests. The prize: a vacation on the Albany, watching us 'strike poses' for the cameras. And I do believe we're obligated to have three dinners with them."
    "Gag me! I suppose we have to take photos with them as well, for souvenirs, right?" June had put on a halter top and shorts, making her look all the more a goddess.
    "Right." Lyn said, her hands on the sides of her towel-draped bust. "But we don't have to take off our tops, thank goodness! Those drooling jerks can imagine us naked anyway. We still reserve the right to punch out anyone who forces themselves on us."
    Paul walked in, his disguised face filled with joy. "Well, girls, be glad there's only one photo shoot today, 'cause tomorrow there's no less than five - and all at different parts of the planet. All those shoots will require different swimsuits. Hope you like the smell of body paste, because you'll need it. I saw the suits you're going to wear." Paul's grin went from ear-to-ear. "You girls will freeze to death than worry about getting sunburned." For that sexist remark, Paul got large pillows thrown at him by three giggling women.

Lagoon, population 50 million, was a world with 80% ocean coverage. What land there was formed small continents and volcanic-based island chains. Two small moons orbited Lagoon, giving the planet interesting and strong tides. The inhabitants made their world the place for one to spend their vacation at. With thousands of beaches available, great and small, everyone could find their own slice of heaven under the sun.
    The Albany entered orbit, disgorging its 14,000 passengers in shuttles fit to land a marine assault force. Dee Dee and her models went down in their own transport, with the fanboys in tow. The only photo shoot that day was over and done with, the group settling in for their four-day stay in a luxury seaside hotel. There were no less than 18 photo shoots during the next four days, the only free time coming at late afternoon and night. Dee Dee held a poolside party the first night. The models all wore decent one-piece suits. To do otherwise was to tempt fate. Erika the Ice Queen looked like an evil CEO in a bathing suit, her gaze fit for Medusa herself. Despite that, her fanboy entourage surrounded her. The other models were satisfied with that.
    After a modest breakfast on the first morning the models were whisked away to a secluded beach. The fanboy entourage, thanks to their contest winnings, was allowed to come along. The first shoot had the models posing with an expansive ocean serving as a backdrop. More accurately, it was the busts of the models being framed with the skyline. 18 lucky fanboys then had their picture taken with a model. June, true to karma, always attracted the hunks. The only good-looking hunk in the fanboy pack had the pleasure of being photographed with June. The youngest fan, a 14-year-old boy, had his photo taken with Nadia. The top of the lad's head came up level with Nadia's breasts, and he clearly enjoyed himself as those bazooms cushioned the back of his head. Lynnae, the opposite of June, attracted the dumpiest man, apparently a middle-aged office functionary. His body practically oozed creepiness, and Lyn was all too glad when the whole group packed up and moved onto the next photo shoot, on another secluded beach on another remote island.
 

6

Morning. Amber got up and yawned. After taking a shower and eating breakfast, Amber next put on her uniform. Since she was flat chested, she wore a silky tanktop instead of a bra (Amber gets breasts in the eighth season - PV). After squaring away her uniform, she next checked on Smudge. She brought out his dinner and water bowls. What she saw outside almost made her drop them.
    Smudge was lying on the grass; before him was a dead grass mouse. The closest Terran analog to a grass mouse was a ground squirrel. The little dog picked up the dead critter and dropped it in front of Amber. Tail a-wagging, Smudge looked up, expecting to get a tidbit for killing the mouse.
    "Smudge! You overdeveloped rat! You killed Mr Bigglesworth!" Amber picked up the dead grass mouse. She had named the mouse out of affection, having fed it by hand for over six months. Amber fixed her basilisk gaze on the dog, causing it to roll over on its back, prostrate to receive any punishment Amber cared to give out. "Oh no, not that easy, rat! I'll keep you chained outside all day today. Rain or shine!" In a minute Amber got and embedded a chain and secured Smudge to it. Giving the little dog one last look, Amber headed for work, but not before burying Mr Bigglesworth in a flower box on her front yard.

The four days on Lagoon past quickly. During that time Lynnae got to know one of the models real well. Sandy, a dark-skin woman of African heritage, had an unassuming personality and was quite carefree. She was large in the chest also, her bust easily the size of volleyballs. While June flirted with the fanboys and stewards, and Nadia keeping aloof and maintaining her 'ware surveillance, Lyn spent her free-time with Sandy. Over the four days Sandy talked about her life. A natural busty beauty, Sandy immediately became a model at the age of 18, and for the last two years had gathered quite a following, even a fan club. Sandy hopes to become a tri-dee star, and her agent is working towards that end. Lyn wished Sandy the best of luck.
    It was two hours before the models' shuttle left for the Albany. The models had packed up and were waiting in a passenger terminal. While idling looking at Lagoon's twin moons, Lyn caught a glimpse of Sandy. And Erika. The two were arguing about something. The other models disliked Erika, and kept their distance from her and her agent. Sandy seemed very insistent on something, but Erika smiled like a viper, poking Sandy in the chest. Lyn got up and headed toward the two, sensing that something was very wrong.
    Erika saw Lyn coming. She just smiled again and left, leaving Sandy shaking a little bit. Lyn placed a supportive hand on Sandy's shoulder. "Sandy, what did the Ice Queen say to you?"
    "Nothing... nothing of consequence." Sandy said, failing to convince herself and Lyn. "Erika was just trying to throw her weight around."
    "Sounds like there was more to that, honey," replied Lyn. "Come on, what's the real story?"
    Sandy shook her head. "I can't tell you. There are some things best left unsaid. Please, don't ask any more about what happened here."
    Lyn bit her lip. Having been a cop for over 11 years Lyn knew Sandy had to be hiding something. Was Erika threatening Sandy, blackmailing her? Well, I'll just have to keep a lookout where Erika is concerned. That creepy woman is not going to wreck Sandy's life! "Okay, Sandy. But do remember if you need a friendly ear, just come to me and my friends. Okay?"
    Sandy's voice had a bit more confidence. "I'll remember. Thanks."

The shuttle flight was uneventful. The trio were in the main locker room, putting on more presentable clothes. They were to dine with the ship's captain, and were determined to look nice and proper for the occasion. All the other models had finished showering and dressing. Lyn was glad, because she felt uncomfortable when Erika was there. That woman was downright creepy, a queerdo in Outback speak. The sound of Nadia's cracking knuckles discouraged Erika from trying anything rash. There would've been too many questions had Erika been nutted in the face.
    Nadia had barely opened her locker when she noticed something. "Hey, what's this? Someone's been in my locker. My panties are gone!"
    June and Lynnae took a look for themselves. "Five will get you ten that some maintenance worker did the dirty deed." June offered. "Don't worry, I have plenty of spares of my own."
    Nadia had that distant look in her eyes again. She turned her head one way, then another. "Hmm. Since we're supposed to be the only ones in here, why is my 'ware picking up sounds of breathing from a male? Care to flush him out?"
    Nadia's friends nodded in agreement. They fanned out, testing all the lockers since they were big enough to hide a person. Nadia, using her ware, searched too, but only after making sure the exits were secured. It was just as well. Lyn opened one locker, and out bolted a small figure. Lyn was knocked down and had a little bit of trouble getting back up. June narrowly missed catching the person, now clearly a boy. Nadia was successful, as the kid ran smack into her bust, entrapping him (NB). With care, but with a firm hold, Nadia pulled him out and took a good look. She recognized him. "Hey, I know you..."

To be Continued...

Nadia knew the kid that was before her. It was the same one that had his picture taken with her four days ago. The little moppet looked at his feet, daring not to look up.
    "Okay, kid, care to explain why you were in that locker? And why do you have my panties in your hand?"
    The boy tried to hide the unmentionables behind his back, by June expertly removed them from the kid's clutches. With her breasts practically touching him, June spoke with the air of a school teacher. "Okay, mister. You're gonna take us to your parents. They'll want to know why you're hiding in here. I warn you; any lying will result in a paddling in addition to being charged with indecent leering and theft of private property."
    Nadia laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Son, all that we're looking for is an apology and an explanation. What's your name?"
    The boy looked up, his nervousness less pronounced. "Weston. You can call me Wes."
    "Fine, Wes. Once I and my friends are more decently attired, we'll go see your parents. Now, be a good boy and look the other way. You've done enough leering for one day."
    The boy did as he was told, looking at a far set of lockers while the trio swapped their T-shirts and shorts for their evening dresses. They'll make an impression tonight, and in more ways than one!

Amber, stilled filled with indignation at what Smudge had done earlier, came home after shift. Changing clothes, she then went outside to see Smudge. She wished she had a gun on her.

The little lady kept a proper little home
Had a little rat with ideas of his own
Steps were needed to control the little pest
Before he makes the home into a nest
        Home into a nest

Smudge had pulled up the restraining probe that held his chain to the ground. All afternoon he dug up Amber's flower beds in search of grubs and more grass mice. Seeing Amber, Smudge trodded over to her. The ratdog had another grass mouse in his mouth. As before, he plopped it down right in front of Amber, expecting praise. He even held out a paw for a handshake.
    Amber's hands were claws, wishing she could strangle the dog. She settled on giving Smudge another basilisk gaze and a stern lecture. Holding him like he was a piece of refuse, Amber showed him the ruined flowerbeds. "Bad, Bad Dog! Very Bad! You're going to sleep outside tonight! In a cage!"
    In a flash, it was night. New Ayer's Rock was only a thin crescent, and Matilda, Outback's distant red dwarf companion to its sun, was a small ruby light in the sky. Amber kept hearing Smudge's whining and yelping. Unable to resist the pathetic cries, Amber got up and headed downstairs, donning a robe for protection against the cool night air. She let Smudge inside, who then went upstairs to Amber's bed. "Oh, you rat! You be good, or you'll spend the next few weeks in an animal shelter!" With that warning, Amber went to bed.

But the rat struck back, the very next day
But the rat struck back, couldn't done it any wronger
But the rat struck back, he just could not obey
        Could not obey

Amber got up. Smudge, who had been sleeping at the foot of the bed, was gone. Getting up carefully, just in case he was hiding in the sheets, Amber made her way to the bathroom. There, before her, was Smudge. He had tipped over the laundry basket and extracted all of Amber's panties, making a nest in the center of the bathroom floor. In his mouth was Amber's favorite panty.
    "You rat! Drop that panty right now!"
    Smudge thought that it was playtime now. He scooted underneath Amber's legs and ran downstairs. Amber knew deep in her soul that the battle had been joined, and she was determined to win!

Nadia, Lynnae, and June, now in evening dresses, were lead to Weston's cabin. The boy seemed resolved to his fate, squaring his shoulders as he entered the access code into the cabin's lock. It opened, and Weston ushered in his guests.
    The cabin was a top-of-the-line luxury model. It was practically an apartment, complete with two master bedrooms, a living area, generous bathroom, and a kitchenette with a breakfast nook. Sitting in one of the sinfully rich leisure chairs was a well-preserved man. Physically, he was in his late 70's, but with prolong he could've been 150 if not 180. The man got up, smiling at the three women and at Nadia in particular.
    Nadia swore that she saw the man before; her ware certainly did. It brought up the appropriate data, making Nadia exclaim in wonder. "Terrance Flint? Is that you?"
    The old man nodded. "In the flesh! Glad to see you, Nadia. You may've changed your face, but I can recognize that bust anywhere, even those it's much smaller than before!"
    Lyn and June looked expectantly at Nadia. "You know this gentleman?"
    Nadia guiltily nodded. "I certainly do. I had to tell you the true story sooner or later."
    Mr Flint rubbed his hands. "Oh, please, you fine ladies make yourself at home. Wes," Flint called out to the boy, "do go fetch some ice water for our guests. And take a seat. I want you to listen to this."
    As the boy went about his work, the trio sat, carefully minding their busts and dresses. Wes brought in the water, handing a glass to each of the women. After taking a sip, Nadia stilled her mind, seeking the words to speak. "Lyn, June, remember three years ago, when I had that undercover job on Cloud 9?" The duo nodded. "I went out small in the chest, and came back as busty as June. Well, the cover I had wasn't the bunny waitress job."
    June looked mischievous. "So, where you an 'evening companion'?"
    "June!" Said Lynnae, jabbing an elbow into June's left breast (plink, plink).
    Mr Flint laughed. "Oh, she wasn't that, ladies. Our Nadia here had a much more refined sensibility."
    Nadia flushed red. "I disagree. It was necessary for my job. Lyn, June, for the better part of a year I was a pillow woman."
    Lyn's eyes bugged out in surprize. "What! You had dirty old men sleep on your boobs for money?!" Lyn tried to image Nadia with beanbag breasts, substituting the real thing with tomatoes, melons, laundry sacks, and other large objects. "Sorry, Nad, I can't image you with a hyper-inflated chest. I'm having problems enough dealing with the one I have now!"
    Flint laughed. "Of course our Nadia, with her exotic looks and size," Flint said as he winked an eye at Nadia, "was the number-one pillow woman during her stay. Like I said, I can recognize that bust a kilometer away. I had Wes," he indicated to the boy, "go and get your attention and bring you here. No, I'm not requesting the use of your bust. I'm past that now."
    Nadia tasked Flint with a finger. "I'm glad to hear that. It wouldn't look right for a former police commissioner to be seen sleeping on top of a pretend super model."
    "You were a police commissioner?" June asked of Mr Flint.
    "Yes, little lady, I was. Forty years ago. After that stint, I became the CEO for United Metals, and made a fortune in the process. I'll be celebrating my 190^th birthday in two months, God willing."
    Lyn looked at Wes, the boy sitting proper in his chair. "Mr Flint, why didn't you contact Nadia yourself? Did you know that Wes had Nadia's panties?"
    "Blame me for that, Ms. I had Wes do the deed, so it would be certain that Nadia would see me. I gave my great-great-grandson, or as I like to say my greatest grandson, a lock pick. After being in the Police for over 125 years some old habits are hard to break."
    "Mr Flint, I don't suppose you know why me and my friends are here. But then again, you were a cop for more than a century. So you know, don't you?" Nadia stated.
    Flint smiled again. "Well, you know the expression, once a Marine, always a Marine? That applies to cops as well. I still have my contacts in the Police, including a tenderfoot named Chief David Talbert. Well, he kind of 'hinted' that my assistance would be appreciated by you three fine ladies. I can point out the bad guys and girls, all the while looking like a sweet old retiree surround by a bevy of buxom beauties."
    "That mischievous little rat," Nadia said past a grin. "I'll just have to scold him when we get home. Well, Mr Flint, do you and your greatest grandson care to be our escorts tonight?"
    Flint got up, offering his arm to Nadia. "Well, young lady, I'll have to accept your offer. Someone has to protect those heavenly bodies from less-mannered men."
    The three cops giggled. Lyn contacted Paul, telling him to meet the entourage at the main dining hall.
 

8

Amber returned home. The panty chase earlier that day was still on her mind. After a comical tug-of-war Smudge relented, but only after he ruined the panty he had in his mouth. Amber locked up the dog in his travel box and left him downstairs all day. Even now she could hear the pathetic cries coming from the basement. She opened the basement door, surprised to find Smudge waiting on the top step. He raced to the kitchen, expected to be fed that instant. Amber went downstairs, and was shocked to see the mess that Smudge made. Somehow, the little rat got out of his travel box and decided to do some furniture rearrangement. Sofa pillows were on the floor, slip covers converted into nest beds, and other sundry boxes tipped over and investigated. At least the rat didn't relieve himself on anything.

The little lady had problems of her own
But the little rat can't leave stuff alone
Steps were needed to rout the little pest
Before he turns the home into a mess
        Home into a mess

"Smudge!"
    Amber fed the overdeveloped rat and left him in the backyard that night. She didn't let his piteous cries disturb her sleep. Indeed, Smudge didn't cry that night. Morning came, and Amber got up to see what havoc the little dog managed to raise. She called out his name, walking the length of the backyard. It was then she discovered where Smudge had dug under the fence. "Oh, great. I hope he didn't kill anything else."
    Of course, Amber was proven wrong.

But the rat struck back, the very next day
But the rat struck back, couldn't done it any wronger
But the rat struck back, he just could not obey
        Could not obey

There, on the front porch, was Smudge. With a dead parrot in his mouth. Again, he dropped his catch at Amber's feet, expecting praise. Amber wondered who would allow their parrot to walk unattended while a killer like Smudge was on the loose.

New Sardinia. Population: 258 million. Still a geologically-active planet, New Sardina's continents brimmed with active volcanoes and rough mountain ranges. Those mountains, with their attending forested foothills, provided the major tourist attraction of the planet. Dee Dee and her models settled down in Pinewood Fell, a tourist resort, and set out for the photo shoots. In direct contrast to Lagoon, the models were dressed head-to-toe in outdoor garb and accessories. However, they still posed in suggestive stances, and the various jackets and heavy shirts added that bit of emphasis to the models' busts. The outdoor shirts the models wore had built-in strips of memory plastic. When needed, the shirt can be molded to a woman's bust and remain in that shape, thus alleviating the need for bras.
    On the second day of shooting the models were in the Nearwood Forest. June, with the help of four male volunteers, was setting up a fake camp, the photographers taking actions shots all the while. Lyn looked idly on, shifting her gaze from tree to tree to past the time. Then she saw Sandy, and Erika. The Ice Queen was waving something under Sandy's nose, as if trying to provoke a response. Indignant, Lyn marched over to see what was happening. Erika turned, a smile fit for a shark on her face.
    "Coming to the rescue?" Erika said. "I suggest you stay away from Sandy. She's up to no good."
    "You should be the one to talk. You may scare the other girls but not me." Lynnae put on her best face.
    Erika chuckled. "Oh, that's a relief. I only fight girls that can fight back. With a bust like yours I doubt you can even hit me! Tootles." Erika left, leaving a fuming Lynnae and a petrified Sandy. Regaining her poise, Lyn noticed a small white packet at Sandy's feet. Examining it, Lyn's face filled with concern. She carefully opened the packet, tasting the contents. Lyn nearly gagged in response.
    "Sandy, honey, I need to talk to you in private, now." Not waiting for a reply, Lyn grabbed Sandy's arm and pulled her behind a clump of bushes. Brandishing the packet like it was Kryptonite, Lyn held it in front of Sandy's face. "Sandy, this is mountain white. Why was Erika flaunting it in front of you?"
    The dark-skinned woman remained silent. That made Lyn more insistent. "Sandy, you know what happens to mountain white users? After just six months of continual use an addict..."
    "I'm not an addict! I just use it..."
    "When you need it? Bull! The addicts all say that, but in the end they can hardly go a day without the stuff. After six months of continual use an addict can't live without mountain white! Ninety-six percent of all mountain white users that get cutoff from their supply, or go cold-turkey, die within 30 hours. Where did you get your supply? How long you've been using the stuff?"
    Sandy looked forlorn, ready to cry at any moment. "It came from my agent, about three months ago. At first, it gave me the endurance for all those photo shoots, and it felt wonderful. But lately I've been getting these headaches... And..."
    Sandy broke down in tears. Lynnae gave the broken woman a supportive hug. "Honey, that agent is no friend of yours. Erika caught you in the act of sniffing, right?"
    "Yes," Sandy replied in a sob, "said she'll turn me in if I don't... don't obey her. I'm scared, Lyn. What can I do?"
    Lyn stroked Sandy's hair. "Don't you worry, Sandy. I have friends that can help you. But I want you to come clean with Dee Dee. Better that she hears it from you now than later." Lyn hugged Sandy tighter. "You can beat this, Sandy. I believe in you, so please don't make me feel I've misplaced that belief. Okay?"
    Lynnae allowed Sandy to pull back, brushing back her tears. "The only thing worse than letting your friends down is yourself. Thank you for being here."
    Lyn crossed her arms and patted her shoulders. "Hey, shoulders are made to be cried on."
 

9

Amber was in the station's cafeteria, eating a salad platter. She had Dan Spirit Talker for company. Dan listened to Amber as she talked about Smudge and his escapades. So far Smudge had hunted down and killed five critters: two grass mice, an obese parrot, and two jade snakes. Dan nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm. Smudge is indeed a rambunctious spirit. Have you ever had a dog as a pet?"
    "No. I had hamsters and grass mice as pets when I was a kid."
    "Well, Amber, the first rule of having a dog as a pet is letting him know who's in charge. Even though Smudge is of a domesticated breed, all dogs still have the ingrained pack mentality. Smudge believes he's the Alpha Male, the dominate member of the house."
    "He certainly acts like it, Dan. That little rat has the gall to snarl at me when I discipline him."
    "Then you must change places. Make Smudge understand that you're the Alpha. Use anything short of injuring him to make him submit to your authority."
    "Thanks, Dan. That's just what I needed to hear."

The stay on New Sardinia came to an end. Next stop - Earth. As before, Dee Dee gathered the models around her and briefed them on what to expect. Earth, with 8 billion inhabitants, was the most populated planet in the Commonwealth, and was firmly under the philosophical influence of the Neo-Luddites and the Flat Chest Society. The only way an Earth person could get prolong treatments was to immigrate, and breast augmentation was considered a sign of decadence and an 'unhealthy dependence on technology', as the Luddites love to quote. Undoubtedly, there would be protests from those two groups, trying to interrupt the photo shoots.
    June could laugh at the Neo-Luddites since their own leadership was the biggest group of hypocrites of them all, using the very technology they publicly despised. But the Flat Chesters she hated with venom. Three years ago June was kidnaped by the militant wing of the Flat Chest Society, the Flat Fronts. For over a month June was their prisoner, injected with breast-reduction nanites and forced to listen to FCS propaganda and indoctrination. June played along, eventually aiding her own rescue when the police raided the Flat Front hideout. By that time June's chest was nonexistent, and she had to wait another five weeks before her bust was restored to normal. She estimated that she missed three complete dates with gorgeous hunks due the FCS. While on Earth, if any demonstrations turned ugly, June was more than glad to help out.
    During the course of the four-day stay, the models shot on location in New York, Caracas, New Delhi, and Sydney. The models were clothed in business garb, all made for the big-busted businesswoman. The suits were a little tight, due to the fact that the models had gotten bigger in the chest thanks to nanites. The Outback Trio still had the largest breasts, but the others had breasts slightly bigger than volleyballs. The business suits were specifically made to emphasize large breasts. Dee Dee had a bevy of new business halter tops. The sight of an overample chest that was 1/3 exposed should've brought the FCS out of the woodwork.
    Oddly enough, there were no protests. In three of the cities the models met indifference; people were just not interested in ogling busty women. Sydney, though, provided some diversion. At least the people there had a sense of humor. Even the Mayor entertained the models to lunch, the photographers clicking all the while. The photo shoot at the Sydney Opera House was the last one. The models boarded the Albany, and left for their next destination - Nordwind.

The Deck One pool was in use. The models were lounging in their swimwear, talking to each other and fellow passengers. Nadia, Mr Flint and his greatest grandson Wes were having a lively talk. Nadia had on a strapless one-piece, the upper half held up by a liberal dose of body paste. "Well, Mr Flint, did you get what I asked you to find?" Nadia said, lounging on a pool-side chair.
    The old man, draped in swimming trunks and a robe, smiled widely. "Of course. Like I said, I have my police connections." He withdrew a replica of a 1950's NYPD badge from his robe pocket. "That Dee Dee sure runs you ragged. You poor girls hardly had the time to eat, much less go on a site-seeing tour." Flint handed to badge to Nadia. "David will appreciate this, and it'll make his collection all the more complete."
    "Thank you. However, I do have another request. I need to work on my tan, and someone has to apply suntan oil to my back. I bet you would like to do that."
    Flint shook his head and raised his hands. "With the callouses on these claws? As much as I want to, dear, your back will end up looking like a piece of sandpaper. Weston can do it. He needs the experience, so when he does it for his girlfriend Beth it'll be with confidence!"
    "Grandpa! You're embarrassing me!" Poor Wes was red in the face. Nadia got up and lead Wes by the hand to a tanning couch. Nadia got on her stomach, stretching to full length. "Go ahead, Wes. My back isn't made of thorns. Your grandpa will guide you. But make sure none of the oil gets on my breasts. I just might take it personally!" Nadia giggled. Her breasts acted like marshmellows, being pushed up toward her chin, out to her elbows, and down to her navel. Wes staved off a nosebleed by an effort of will.
    Nearby, Lynnae viewed the lounging bathers. The slack-jawed gawkers from Earth were dropped off, only to be replaced by a fresh batch. Thankfully, Dee Dee has doubled the security detail, so if a fanboy got anxious, he'll be 'escorted' away. Lyn's eye spied Nadia, Mr Flint, and Wes. They were certainly having a good time. On the other side of the pool was June with her own male harem. The four bronze gods were feeding her peeled grapes, fanning her body, and giving her nails a good trim. Pure heaven by June's standards!
    Lynnae sulked on her towel for a moment, then she saw Paul. Ever the trooper, Paul was playing his part completely. He talked and schmoozed with the other agents and with Dee Dee. Some of those agents were no better than pond scum, and two of them were directly linked to the mob. Paul could hardly wait to throw the cuffs on them. But now his attention was caught by Lyn's waving arm, and her nicely bouncing bust. Paul appropriately slinked over toward his 'girl'.
    "Well, what can I do for you?" Paul said in fake seduction. He was rewarded with a bottle of suntan oil shoved into his chest. Before Paul could speak, Lyn undid the back straps of her suit and laid down on the towel.
    "Okay, Paul, since you said we need to be in character, you'd better put some of that oil on my back. Anyway, I have to talk to you about someone."
    Paul was a little dazed at the sight of Lyn's practically naked backside. Like Nadia, Lyn's flatten breasts pushed out to the sides like marshmallows. Even with his years on the force, Paul found Lyn's form... intoxicating. Marshaling his resolve, Paul made himself apply the oil to Lyn's back. "So, who do you want to talk about?"
    Lyn giggled at the sensation of Paul's touch. "Oh, that feels sooooo good, Paul. A little lower... that's it." She let Paul simmer a bit, enjoying the rub. "Well, what do you know about Erika and her slime of an agent?"
 

10

Amber put on her favorite sweats and sneakers. Next, she found Smudge's walking chain. The sound of rustling metal links instantly brought Smudge, his tail wagging. "Smudgy like to go walkies? Wanna go for a walk?" Amber's question was answered by Smudge's eager whining. "Okay, boy. Now you're going to listen to me." Amber attached the chain to Smudge's collar. The pair had barely gone out the door when Smudge tested Amber's hold. To his consternation, Smudge was held in check by Amber's strength.
    "Ah ha! Got you at last! Now you have to obey!" Amber said in glee. She walked Smudge down the sidewalk, making him stay by her side. Any attempt to explore or expression of intransigence was met by a quick jerk of the chain.

Little Miss Amber was quite filled with pride
Had the little rat walking by her side
With an occasional tug on the metal chain
Amber proved she was in charge quite plain
        In charge quite plain

Smudge had other ideas. There, in front of him, was a cat. Smudge growled, and in a quick jerk broke free, the chain breaking at the collar. The miniature Dachshund chased the cat, with Amber unsuccessfully trying to stop him. After a few minutes it became clear that Smudge could not be found. Defeated, Amber went home, hoping that Smudge will make his way home. Intact.

But the rat struck back, the very next day
But the rat struck back, couldn't done it any wronger
But the rat struck back, he just could not obey
        Could not obey

Smudge was waiting on the front steps, his coat filthy. Amber wasn't surprised to see another dead grass mouse in his mouth. Since she was off-duty that day, Amber had the luxury of washing the rambunctious rat. Joy.

The four cops were back in their connected cabins. Nadia, thanks to her 'ware-implanted program, was able to keep track of the mobsters on board as well as those that boarded during the trip. Lyn, June, and Paul had to use their minicomps since they haven't been fitted with wetware.
    Paul tapped his minicomp's screen. "Well, thanks to Erika's loose-lipped agent, I know that several wanted mobsters will be here for the fashion show. That's right after our stay on Nordwind."
    "That's not all." Nadia said. "I've kept an eye on the Ice Queen. It seems she has a secret of her own. Want to have a look-see?"
    "Yes." Nadia's three friend replied in unison.
    The exotic officer commanded her 'ware to send the information to her friends' minicomps. They all looked on with approval at what they saw. Lyn's mind came up with an evil idea. "Paul, you did say that there's going to be a fashion show?"
    "Lyn, I've seen that look often enough to know that you're up to something."
    "How right you are, Paul," Lyn said, patting the sides of her towel-clad bust, "How right you are."

To be Continued...

Nordwind, population 175 million, was settled by a conglomerate of European nationalities. The cities, as a result, looked like they were designed by inebriated planning commissions. Streets were narrow, a deliberate design feature to make people use the mass public transit system. Bicycles came back on their own on Nordwind. There were two bicycles for each person on the planet.
    This time the models were striking poses in sports wear; from jogging suits to form-fitting volleyball outfits. The other models by this time had breasts that equalled or surpassed the Outback trio. The designer suits were tested to the limits by the models' new mass. Photo shoots took place in various parks and sport centers, and there were curious onlookers. The fanboys, as usual, had to drink extra water so they could stave off dehydration. There were plenty of cheesecake shots. At times it was hard to tell if the models were in or out of the outfits they were wearing. Even the sports bras were struggling to keep their charges in check. The models played a mock game of basketball for the cameras. Due to selective editing, it looked like the models were shooting hoops with their breasts.
    The basketball game was the last photo shoot. The Albany left Nordwind orbit, and in a few hours would reach the hyper limit and make way to Angelica. Before that, the models were preparing for a fashion show. Dee Dee and her assistants were tending to the models, making sure the outfits they had on were right. With the models around her, Dee Dee held up a small jar. "Girls, this is Soft-Firm Body Paste. You only need tiny dabs of this to hold your dresses to your skin and your displacement." The girls giggled. Dee Dee opened the jar and displayed the contents. "Body Paste: Learn it, Live it, Love it."

"Smudge, when you get dirty, you really make a job of it." Amber observed, applying another dose of shampoo to Smudge's back. The little dog just stood in the tub, wet as the proverbial NYC sewer rat, stoically waiting for Amber to finish. It was a good five minutes later before Amber was satisfied, drenching Smudge with one last pot of water and reaching for a towel. Smudge behaved himself, letting Amber dry him down, but still shook after the towel was removed. However, the little dog growled when Amber tried to put the collar back on.
    "Don't you get smart with me, you rat," Amber announced with menace. The rat did get smart, bolting from the bathroom. "Smudge, you better stay put!" After some stomping around, Amber found Smudge hiding under the sofa, growling after each attempt to pull him out. "Okay, be that way. Starve, see if I care." The little cop stalked away, spending the rest of the day doing housekeeping. Smudge must've been extra ornery, since he didn't come out from his improvised bastion to eat dinner.

Smudge still acted like a very naught boy
But Amber thought of a simple little ploy
One final gambit was all she really need
Amber was determined that she would succeed
        She would succeed

Midnight. Smudge crawled out of his bastion, acting like a ninja. With barely audible footfalls, the little dog made his way to the kitchen. Moonlight poured through the window above the sink, bathing the room in pale colors. Sniffing, Smudge tested the air, searching for food. The odor of bacon was very faint, but the miniature Dachshund smelled it all the same. Seeing a plate at the edge of the dinner table, Smudge looked for a way to get up there. A chair was conveniently next to that table, and the rat jumped up onto that chair. Raising his body, Smudge landed his paws against the table edge. Tail a-wagging, Smudge was about to jump onto the table when the lights came on.
    "Ah Ha! Caught you!" Amber exclaimed. Smudge immediately got down on the floor and into the surrender mode, belly exposed. "No! You won't get off that easy!" Amber picked up Smudge, shoving his face into the BLT sandwich. "Eat! Eat it ALL!"
    Smudge hesitated for a moment, torn between submission and his innate hunger. Of course, being a Dachshund meant serving his one true master - the stomach. Smudge took a bite, wolfing down a piece of bread and bacon. "Now, finish it!" Amber commanded, her voice possessed. "You're gonna obey me at last!"
 

12

It was time for the fashion show. Dee Dee was beaming as her girls went up and down the runway, custom dresses both covering and exposing the models at the same time. Lynnae had a classic one-piece body-hugger, with a slit on the left side that went up her thigh. June could be described as presentable, wearing an oversized blouse with her knee-length skirt. Nadia's asymmetric bodysuit was a true heart-stopper, the audience clapping loudly. It was a madhouse when it came time for autographs and obligatory photos with passengers and fanboys.
    After the fashion show there was a ballroom dinner. The girls, Paul, Mr Flint and Weston all sat at the same table. After the baked salmon dinner and cheesecake dessert the group had a little discussion. Flint pointed out the various bad guys and not so few bad girls on the crowded ballroom floor. Underground porn peddlers, drug dealers, wanted thugs - people that have grown wealthy by hurting and stealing from others. They won't be missed when placed behind bars. It was then that Mr Flint saw the ring on Nadia's hand.
    "Oh, what's this? Appears to be an engagement ring. May I see?"
    Nadia obliged, holding out her left hand, Mr Flint taking it into his own. The simple gold band shined in the light. "Well, little lady, I may know some things, but not everything. Care to tell me about him?"
    "Well," said the slightly blushing officer, "I've meet Harold three years ago. He's a marshal and has been on various jobs ever since."
    "Three years! And still engaged? Scandalous, my dear, scandalous! Nadia, you have to hold that man down long enough to marry him! Honestly, if I still had the gumption, I would've had the captain marry us."
    Nadia playfully slapped Flint's hand with a napkin. "You still have the charm of a schoolboy. Just for that, you're going to dance with me."
    "Yes, yes, you wild filly. But old Wes here hasn't snagged a girl. You and June are too tall - his face will just end up in your busts. However, with Lynnae here..."
    It was a valid observation. Wes had 8 centimeters over Lyn, so at least he wouldn't be talking into her bust as it would happen with her two friends. Her bust was still considerable, though. Wes would just have to hold Lyn's arms and try not to get too close. Lyn and the boy got up, with Lyn daintily holding out her hand. Hesitantly, Wes accepted. "Wes, we'll do a nice slow step on the floor. I can't see my feet, and you can't see yours because of my bust. Just look into my eyes and I'll lead. Okay?"
    "Fine, Miss Lynnae. My Aunt Tallie has a bust just like yours, so I've had some experience dancing with a girl that has considerable displacement."
    "You're a naughty boy, Wes," replied Lyn. "You've been listening to your greatest grandpa way too much."

On the dance floor, Nadia noticed that Erika was surrounded by a large group of fans. Dressed in a two-piece body-conforming suit, Erika the Ice Queen was flaunting her body to the upmost. The admiring men waited their turn for autographs. Well, its time to show what Erika is really made of, Nadia thought in glee, sending a command via her 'ware.
    At first, Erika thought it was the food she ate. Her stomach felt taunt, and she ran her hand over it. It was then she noticed her bust. It was expanding, and it wasn't alone. Erika's thighs were blowing up as well. Her outfit, a nanite-made blend, expanded along as well. The assembled admirers were now fixated on the more-obvious supermodel.
    Understandably anxious, Erika tried to make her way out of the crowd, but her expanding body parts had other plans. Her thighs were increasing in diameter at an alarming rate, making it difficult to move. The breasts were now great spheres, finally making the fabric groan in protest. Her vision now blocked by her immensity, Erika tripped and fell forward. The violence of the fall caused the fabric to rip at the neck, moving down the front of the suit. She couldn't get up, as her inner thighs were pushing her legs apart.
    The drooling fanboys and the rest of the ballroom crowd gathered around Erika, a mixture of concern and morbid fascination. The upper part of her suit failed, the breasts expanding beyond beanbag size. Then it happened. Four loud bangs came in rapid sequence, and pieces of fabric and what looked like skin flew in the air. Erika, dazed and ashamed, sat on the floor. It was now obvious that she had plastiskin breasts and thigh pads, otherwise there would've been blood everywhere.
    Nadia and Flint made their way to get a closer look at Erika. The Ice Queen was completely melted, covering her nonexistent front with one arm while the other stayed over her crotch since the suit was utterly gone. Nadia spoke aloud, all the while enjoying Erika's reversal of fortune. "It appears that she had clothed herself in her pride." That brought a few catcalls and whistles, making Erika red in the face. Her slimy agent finally arrived with a tablecloth, bringing to an end the inadvertent exhibition show.

"That was one mighty funny floor show, Nadia. Why does my finely-tuned cop instinct tell me that you're responsible?" Flint said as he sat on a barstool.
    Nadia looked proud as she sipped a glass of mineral water. "Well, it seems awfully unfair that the other models had to undergo the rigors of nanite expansion while Erika used plastiskin body parts. I've just lowered her a peg or two on the modeling pyramid."
    "She had it coming, and its even money she'll avoid plastiskin from now on." Flint got the bartender's attention and made an order. Nadia kept an eye on the ballroom crowd. The various mobsters on the list were all present. I was just a simple matter of contacting the ship's captain, getting some security in the room, and make the arrests. All and all a relatively easy working vacation will be done in a matter of minutes. It was then that Nadia's wetware noticed something. It brought that item to Nadia's attention. The 'ware had kept tabs on all the people in the room, recording images for comparison later on. One person in the room had an unusual earring, one that could only be worn by a select fraternity. "Terry, I have to go to the little girls room. I won't take long."
    "I'll wait. There's plenty of other fillies that'll be happy to dance with me!" Terry chuckled, kissing Nadia's hand. Blushing appreciatively, Nadia made her way through the crowd. On the way she collected Lynnae, allowing Wes to get to the buffet table. June was a bit reluctant to relinquish her dancing partner, but knew better. She assumed it had something to do with the impending arrests. Nadia had her two friends follow her to a dining cubicle, giving them a measure of privacy.
    "Lyn, June, I assume that you have your minicomps on you?"
    The two cops reached down their cleavage, pulling out handheld computers. "Of course, Nadia. No girl goes anywhere without one." Lynnae replied with a grin.
    "Good. This would've been easier if both of you had wetware." Nadia opened her hands, palms outward to the minicomps. Both devices came to life, their tiny screens displaying the same image. It was an earring, shaped as an ice-cream cone with a stylized pistol crossed over it. That was the symbol of the Evil Good Humor Men - henchmen for hire.
    June gasped. "Root a boot! What are those guys doing here?"
    "E-Men are only around when they're on a contract," Nadia offered. "I've tasked the surveillance system to keep track of the man wearing that earring. What a minute, he's leaving."
    "This is becoming interesting. I'll find Paul and bring him over. This may change our plans." Lynnae got up and searched for Paul. Meanwhile, Nadia kept 'watch' as the E-Man made his way through the Albany. June was able to see thanks to Nadia sending the surveillance feed directly into June's minicomp. The E-Man was now in a relatively quite part of the ship, the conference rooms section. He slipped into one of the rooms, and Nadia 'saw' that her suspicions were confirmed. There were at least a dozen E-Men in that conference room, along with some interesting people. The kind of people that normally don't associate themselves with criminals.
    Lynnae returned with Paul. Brought up to speed, Paul stroked his chin in thought. "This is definitely interesting. Only one of use needs to be here when the mobsters are pulled out by ship security. I can do that; you three can find out what's going on with the Evil Good Humor Men."
    Lynnae kissed Paul on the cheek. "Hey, what was that for?" Paul demanded.
    "You big silly, appearances have to be kept. The other models consider you to be my man." Lynnae said impishly. "I and the girls will take a little stroll and come back with those E-Men in chains." That made Paul blush heavily. Watching the girls walk away, Paul was no longer anxious at the sight of oversized breasts bouncing up and down with each step. Lynnae, though, was a different matter. It took Paul longer than usual to take his eyes of Lyn's naked back. He fought down his lust as he concentrated on the matter at hand - the rounding up and arresting of mobsters and their functionaries.
 

13

The three cops walked down the passage that the earringed E-Man used earlier. Nadia found a small alcove that was near enough the conference room but far enough away so as to forestall suspicion. Nadia still transmitted the video feed, allowing Lynnae and June to see what was happening. The E-Man had entered a board room. There was a large central table with a built-in tri-dee imager. Four chairs were on each of the long sides, with one chair at each short end. The side chairs were occupied, and the E-Men were preparing a refreshment table. In addition to being rent-a-thugs, the E-Men were quite competent caterers, a fact that Lyn and her friends found out in an earlier adventure. Then a chime was heard, and the lights dimmed. The E-Men took positions along the walls and refreshment table. A spotlight lit up a wall adorned with landscape paintings.
    Then a portion of wall opened up, and a platform moved out into the conference room. On that platform was a partition, exposed on the bottom, with vision-obscuring glass on the upper half. There was a person sitting on a chair behind the partition; only the lap, legs, and arms were visible. A panel was attached to the left arm of the chair. A dog was on the person's lap, getting petted and stroked. The PA system came on, complete with obligatory burst of static and feedback, the sitting person's voice coming out as that of a man.
    "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for attending on such short notice. However, before I continue, there is a piece of urgent business that must be attended to." The man said. He stopped petting the dog. "As you know, I've started BCCI to help less-fortunate criminal minds to get on their feet and prosper. On the most part those people were grateful for my assistance. However, every once in a while a joker turns up, thinking that he can extort money from me by use of threats. Threats to expose this operation to the authorities." The man's voice picked up a measure of menace. "The would-be extortionist is known to me, and is in this very room." The people around the conference table looked nervously at each other, wondering who was the jerk that had threaten their sponsor.
    "All I want is respect and acknowledgment of my genius. When that request is trodden on I get mad. And when I get mad Pumpkin gets disturbed." The dog on the man's lap, an obese miniature Dachshund, growled. The assembled people were now fidgeting in their chairs; they knew what was coming next. "And when Pumpkin gets disturbed bad things HAPPEN!" The man pressed a button on his panel. A section of floor opened behind one of the conference chairs, then that chair was tipped over backwards. The man that occupied the chair was flipped out - and fell into the newly-created pit in the floor. A moment later shrill metallic sounds came out of the pit, and a brief, intense scream was heard. Thankfully, the pit was closed, blanketing out any further death cries.
    The man behind the partition stood up. "Let that be a lesson to you all. I have far worse deaths in store for any further treachery. Albert, you may raise the partition now."
    The eavesdropping officers gasped. "Albert?" Lyn said in surprize. "Then that man must be..."
    It was. The screen rose, relieving to one and all the 1.42 meter frame of Mr Big: super criminal and uber lecher. "Now, back to the program. Thank you for attending this special meeting of BCCI: Big Crime Cabal Incorporated, the most unbalanced engine of Evil ever created! Everyone, please give a round of applause to the Evil Good Humor Men for providing the security and catering needs for our meeting." The assembled criminals applauded, and the E-Men in the room bowed in response. Mr Big walked to the front of the conference table, and started the tri-dee projector. "I have compiled a special report for your consideration. It concerns an interest dear to my heart and to your pocketbooks: breast enlargement."

Back in the alcove, the trio seethed with indignation. "Trust Big to get to the meat of the matter. Now the question is how do we arrest him and his cronies?" Lyn tapped her foot impatiently.
    It came to June like the figurative lightbulb. "Big did say something about caterers. Let's find the kitchen and disguise ourselves as waitresses."
    Nadia shook her head. "Won't work. There's no way we can hide these." Nadia patted her left breast for emphasis. "Besides, the Evil Good Humor Men only have men. No women allowed. I've found a much better disguise. Here." The 'ware-equipped cop sent a signal to Lyn and June's minicomps. A diagram showed the meeting room and the attached kitchen - and another room. Nadia activated the camera in that room. It came as no surprise to the trio; they expected nothing else. "Let's just say that Mr Big better have a big appetite after dinner."
 

14

While the trio made plans, Big started on his report. "Ladies and gentlemen, let me start off by saying that business is good. However, such fortune is subject to cycles like everything else." Using a remote wand, Big made a chart appear on the tri-dee viewer. "Currently, 40% of the adult female population in the Commonwealth uses nanite augmentation, the average size being an H-cup, the other 60% being a natural C-cup. But thanks to those nogoodniks, the Flat Chest Society and their deluded friends the Neo-Luddites, that will change." Frowning, Big manipulated a tri-dee image of a graph, using the remote wand to highlight certain points. "Going by historical markers, we should see a decrease in the average augmentation size from H-cup to E-cup, lasting about 8-12 years before going back up. But those goody-two-shoes have too much influence. My projections indication that in a mere 12 years only 10%, 10%, of the adult female population will use nanite augmentation. And they'll only go up one cup size from the norm."
    A gasp came from the assembled BCCI members. Big smiled wickedly. "Yes, it's not even worth being in the brassiere business if only 10% of your customers will be D-cup! For sure, there will still be pillow women and other 'adult' jobs that will require customs bras. That's custom bras, not general usage! Friends!" Big proclaimed in a loud voice. "I predict that this cycle will last longer than average! A good 25 years of practically flat-chested women, with nanites viewed as tiny minions of excess and waste! This I cannot allow!" The group cheered. They knew Big had an audacious plan to thwart the impending drought of sales. "We have the tools at hand to make women everywhere busty. There's the Interstellar Medical Congress, of which the chairperson and the head of nanite standards are represented here." The two mention people bowed slightly. " We have the president of Nanobuild, the top producer of medical nanites, and his ace engineer." The mentioned men also bowed. "The CEO of Lightfirm Bras, the #1 manufacturer of bras, is here too. The president of marketing for Parkerson and Davies, the aces of Madison Avenue advertising, and Brandi Tarkle, breast-augmentation advocate extraordinare, completes this gathering." Brandi would've bowed, but her watermelon breasts were practically on the table and had no other place to move.
    "People! I propose we make nanite augmentation the greatest thing since the toothbrush! We have the means, and the will, to see this through!" Big listed the points, finger by finger. "First, Nanobuild is the leader in medical nanite manufacturing. All other competitors follow their lead, even down to licensing nanite designs and related software. With some very subtle alterations, breast-enhancing nanites can create many more nerve endings than necessary. This will have the effect of increased feeling and pleasure in the enhanced woman, making her desire to have even larger breasts. This will result in more business for augmentation doctors. A whole lot more."
    "Second, the Interstellar Medical Congress will release a report saying that there's nothing wrong with the sudden increase in breast augmentation. It'll be chalked up to the fact that women love large bazooms!" The IMC chairperson and his associate chuckled. What the IMC said is taken at its word, so investigators will have a very hard time to prove a case against them.
    "Third, Parkerson and Davies will commence a marketing blitz after the IMC makes its report. Brassieres and clothing manufacturers will want to capitalize on the need for larger garments, and P&D will help, for a substantial fee, of course." The P&D marketing woman grinned, imagining all the money her firm will collect.
    "Fourth, Lightfirm Bras will make its own contribution to the 'growing' market for big bazooms. Lightfirm has developed a new, cost-effective anti-gravity bra. Well, it's more accurately called a 'bust management device'. I predict that women will get their breasts as big as watermelons, beachballs even. They'll need bras that can hold their massive charges in check. With beachball boobs they need anti-gravity bras if that want to work in a gravity field!"
    "Finally, there's the current culture angle. Miss Tarkle will be on the front line, espousing the beauty of large-breasted women. She'll create the need for women to get themselves augmented. Lectures, tri-dee specials, the works! With all five elements working in harmony the money will fall like rain, and you'll all be richer beyond the dreams of avarice." Big's audience applauded loudly. The little criminal bowed as one would take praise from a liberated town. "Now, that presentation made me hungry. Albert, it's time for dinner."
    "Yes, Mr Big."
 

15

"Ouch! Watch where you're placing your feet!" June said.
    "I would, but I can't see my hand in front of my face." Lynnae replied with indignation.
    "Shhh! Keep that up and they'll know we're not the original girls." Nadia ended the banter. The three cops had found a side-room to the kitchen serving the BCCI crowd. A traditionalist, Big had a huge fake cake prepared, one large enough to hold three women. The three top-heavy beauties that were originally in the cake were gone. The cops used their Dee Dee designer clothes as bribes to the cake women, who in turn agreed to turn over their clothes to the cops. Next, the cops got into the cake, awaiting for the E-Men to wheel them out to the meeting room. Nadia kept watch with her ware, recording all the while. With good luck, the BCCI heavies and Mr Big himself will end in jail once and for all. "I do have a new goal in life," Nadia said. "When we get home, I'll destroy every bodypaste factory in the universe. That stuff is getting on my nerves."

Mr Big, happy and content, smiled like a king as a huge cake was wheeled into the room. "Good, Good! Though I've seen this thirty times before, I always get a rise out of it. Albert, start the music and lower the gravity. Our girls need all the help they can get when they come out of the cake."
    "Yes, Big." Albert replied, inputting some commands into his minicomp. The lights lowered a little, sexy dance music pouring out of the room speakers. The gravity was set to 65%, making the exit of the cake women all the more interesting.
    Big rubbed his hands. "Let the show begin!"

[For the viewers at home, the letters NB and JF appeared on the bottoms of their tri-dee viewers. NB stand for Nose Bleed and JF for Jiggle Fest, respectively.]

The top of the cake popped off. Three pairs of long, sensual brown arms rose up, followed by three bunny-ear adorned heads. Big was taken aback by the exotic beauty of the three bunny women. The women's scarcely-covered busts nearly caused Big to melt in his seat. One by one, the bunnies exited the cake, taking long, graceful hops in the low gravity. The bunnies wore one-piece, dark-blue suits that were molded to their bodies. In accordance with tradition, the bunnies had shirtless collars and cuffs. The bowties were bright red and the cufflinks were shiny gold. Ears and tails were white, as well as the 8-centimeter pumps on their feet. Black fishnet stockings adorned the legs. The final piece was the required cigarette lighter between the breasts. The heartbeats of the men in the room rose dramatically. E-Men were similarly affected, finding it hard to concentrate on their tasks.
    The bunnies walked to each E-Man guard and caterer, running a finger under their chins. Like Big, these men nearly melted in place. Continuing their slinking walk, the bunnies walked back to the table, also running a finger under the chins of each seated person, save Big. Task complete, the walking jiggle fest formed a line, retrieving cigarette lighters from their cleavages.
    "Yeah, babies, yeah!" Big yelled. "What else did you have down there?"
    The bunnies complied. They dropped the lighters and, with both hands, reached down between their breasts. [The NB symbol was flashing rapidly] Coming back up, each bunny had in hand a compact stunner - and a badge. The need to remain quite gone, Nadia barked out an order. "All Right! This is the Police, and you're all under arrest!"
    Everyone laughed, with Big laughing and hacking the hardest. "He He He! That's very funny, my dears! What else do you have between your lungs?"
    "This is no joke," June broke in. "We're the Police. Drop your weapons! Hands up!" To add emphasis, June pointed her stunner at Big.
    "Girly, don't you know that you never, never point a gun at someone unless you're actually going to shoot? E-Men, remove their guns. This little farce has gone far enough."
    The Evil Good Humor Men in the room didn't respond. They had, in fact, fallen asleep. An E-Man caterer fell onto the refreshment table, his face ending in the onion dip. The people around the conference table also feel asleep, and two of them actually snored. It was Lynnae's turn to talk. "So much for the hired help, Big. Your flunkies have fallen asleep from a dermal drug. I and my friends have taken the counteragent beforehand."
    Big scratched his head. "Hey, now I know where I heard that accent, especially that voice." Squinting his eyes, Big looked at Lyn's face. "By Jove, I do declare it's you, Lynnae Wilcox! Even though you've changed your face, skin, and bust size, I can still recognize you!" Big lustfully eyed Lyn's bust. "I must say those oversized lungs suit you perfectly, my dear. Much better than those volleyballs of yours."
    "Shut up, you pervert! Here's a double-shot of stun!" Lyn fired her stunner. Nothing happened. Big just grinned.
    "No good, filly! There's a force field between you and me. Likewise, the other E-Men are totally immune to stun. Their nervous systems have been modified." Big giggled while a horde of E-Men entered, all taller that Nadia, and muscled from head to toe. "What a waste of fine bazooms," declared Big. "Evil Good Humor Men, dispose of these annoying women."
    The E-Men advanced. The cops raised their right fists into the air, uttering a phrase. "Bad Attitude Powers - ACTIVATE!" In quick secession, the cops threw their high heels at the brutes, temporarily halting them. That bought the cops time to launch a high-spirited attacked. Breasts threatening to leave their skimpy confines, Nadia landed three destructive blows against her opponent, each hit accompanied by an animate word balloon. BOFFO, SMACK, JAB!
    June gave a roundhouse kick to one man, sending him to the floor. A powerful kick to the head knocked him out cold, reinforced nerves or not! It was Lyn's turn now. With a grin fit for a tiger, Lyn rushed one man, using her infamous 'bust-butt' maneuver. It worked fine with her normal volleyball-sized lungs, but with oversized basketballs on her chest Lyn's charge was much more devastating. The poor target was in bliss when he hit the ground, and, like his partner, was knocked out cold.
    "Nice bouncy action, girls," Big said, "but all for naught. E-Men, use your guns and finish them." Pumpkin, Big's dog, growled. The standing E-Men pulled out slim 6mm guns. The cops formed a circle. Out of curiosity, they did fire their stunners, only to find that the men were truly immune. It seemed bleak, the men raised their guns to fire.
    Two E-Men fell, and then two more. The cops took advantage of the momentary confusion. Again, in 'nice bouncy action' as Big proclaimed, the girls knocked out the remaining E-Men. Nadia applied a devastating scissors lock on one man, while June and Lynnae used their busts as impromptu battering rams. The NB symbol was flashing fast enough to induce epileptic fits in some of the viewing audience. Big, of course, was both upset and excited by all this. "What the fuddleducks do I pay you guys for?" Big yelled to the E-Men. "I've seen crossing guards that can fight better than you!"
    "Well, count me as one of those guards," an unseen person announced, "I was one way back in school."
    "Who said that? Show yourself!"
    Out of the shadows came Mr Flint and his greatest grandson Weston. Both were holding what looked like stunners. "So it's Mr Big, in the wrinkled flesh, no less. In my police work I've run into the E-Men several times. That's why I always carry a modified stunner. Those guys will wake up with one hell of a headache."
    "Terry! How did you find us?" Nadia said, unconsciously double-checking her bunny suit.
    The former police commissioner had a grin fit for a schoolboy. "Like I said, once a cop, always a cop. I planted a nanotracker on your ear earlier tonight. I had a hunch that it would be needed. And a good thing," Mr Flint pointed to the fallen E-Men. "I couldn't live with myself if you girls came to harm. David would've used my hide as a seat cover."
    Mr Big whistled, getting everyone's attention. "If you're quite done, I'll be taking my leave of you. I've battled various organizations over the centuries: the NKVD, CIA, J-Men, International Rescue, and Mighty Jack. I've won every time. The New Darwin Police will be added to that list of losers! Albert, get the ship ready! We're leaving!"
    Albert, Big's faithful jack-of-all-trades assistant, replied. "Aye, Mr Big. We'll be gone in two shakes." A secret door opened, allowing Albert to leave. Again, the cops fired their stunners, but the force field was still in place.
    "Pathetic. You coppers haven't seen the last of me. I will be victorious over you yet! Come, Pumpkin!" Big waited at the secret door, allowing Pumpkin to finish one final growl before leaving. The door closed, leaving the cops in a state of frustration.
    "Damn! We should've gotten him this time!" Lynnae said, flushed with anger. "We'll just have to settle with these guys." Big's criminal associates were still out cold, sprawled out on the floor like broken dolls.
    June and Nadia went around the room, picking up guns. "Them's the breaks," June said. "Best call the Captain. It's too late to get Mr Big, but we need some guards to lock up these guys."
    "Leave that to me," Lyn replied. Just as she reached the comm panel on the table she noticed one of the E-Men getting up. "Whoops, looks like that guy needs another shot of stun." Then she saw that the E-Man had something in his hand. "Look out! He's armed!" Hardly had Lyn leveled her stunner a shot rang out. A shot from a gun, not a stunner. In reflex, Lyn fired a double-shot of stun into the E-Man, causing him to fall again. "Persistent devils, aren't they? Anyone hit?"
    "I believe I qualify." Mr Flint said, falling to the floor face first.
    "Terry!" Nadia yelled, running to his side. "Where're you hit?" Turning him over, Nadia ran her hands over Terry's front and back, trying to find the wound.
    "Don't waste your effort on me. My carcass has seen enough... years." Flint spat out. Then he became very still.
    Nadia squeezed Flint's hand hard. "Terry! Don't die! I've already lost one friend this year! I don't want to lose another!" She was referring to Zachary Vandecreek, her first patrol partner. He was killed in a mafia-laid trap, and his loss really riled Nadia. In a compassionate gesture, Nadia bent over and planted a kiss on Terry's head. By extension, her bust had to go somewhere, and that somewhere was Terry's chest. Despite himself, Terry giggled... loud.
    Nadia pulled back, ruefully looking at Terry's grinning face. "Why, you old codger! Playing silly buggers on me? You're just as naughty as Mr Big!" She playfully pounded Terry's front, punishing him for playing dead.
    Terry propped up on his elbows, wincing in genuine pain. "Well, I had to play a heroic schoolboy one more time. And I figure that a kiss was just the reward I deserve. I may no longer sleep on a lady's generous chest, but getting a kiss from such a lass is the next best thing."
    "You're an insufferable scamp. Here, let me help you up." Nadia pulled Terry up. The old man winced in pain again. "Terry, really, where're you hit?"
    "It's my right shoulder. My jacket is bulletproof, but that doesn't mean I can't be bruised. I wore the jacket out of habit; just chalk it up to my many years in the Police. Wes," Terry said, "since you professed a desire to become a doctor, why don't you take a gander at my new badge of honor? With the fine doctors on the ship the bruise will be gone in two days."
    "There you go again, Gramps. Embarrassing me in front of the ladies, not to mention yourself."
    "Embarrass? I'm beyond that now. Speaking of which, Nadia, you will get that Harold fellow to marry you at the earliest convenience?"
    Nadia blushed. "Now you're embarrassing me! You have my word that the next time I see him he'll say yes. Or else!"
    Terry patted Nadia's hand. "Good girl. Now, can you get those guards and a doctor down here on the double? I'm not up to the task of protecting you lasses if more of those guys wake up."
 

16

The remaining 8 days were still interesting. Dee Dee and the rest of the models finished their photo shoots on Angelica without the Outback trio. The other models, save the cops and Erika, now had watermelon-sized breasts. The clothing they modeled was the epitome of coverage, but one didn't need much of an imagination to know that these girls were huge. They were now the size of a typical Angelican woman. By every right, Angelica should've been the perfect home for Big. But the 8 million adult women on Angelica knew about Big, and they would never be caught by his hypnotic charm. The last time Big was on the planet was nearly his last. He was almost sealed up in a pillar of plasticrete, but was rescued by Albert at the last moment. Being immortal, Big would've survived the experience, but he didn't want to spend the next 1,000 years in a pillar!
    No longer in need of their disguises, the cops had the ship's doctor restore their faces. For Nadia and June, their busts were returned to normal by the time the Albany reached Outback, while Lynnae had five more days to go. Likewise, Lyn and June's skins had another week before being restored to their regular color. Paul was glad to get rid of his nanite-built gut. It was way too early to get one now.
    The arrested mobsters and the E-Men were held in the brig, and the word got around. The Outback cops were treated to handshakes and backslaps from grateful passengers. Mr Flint and his greatest grandson received generous hugs from the other models; poor Wes had to put up with kisses from the endowed ladies, with Mr Flint grinning on like an idiot.
    The Albany returned to Outback on time. The cops were glad to get back, looking forward to having a true vacation for themselves. After making a formal report to Chief Talbert, the cops, along with Dee Dee and Sandy, settled in at the station's cafeteria. Jennett, the head cook, managed to start the propane grill without blowing himself up. Nadia had gone with Amber to pick up Smudge.
    Lynnae admired her visage in a pocket mirror. "I'm just glad to get my original face back. My disguise face was just too saccharine."
    June couldn't let that go. "I don't know, Lyn. With that altered face you could've found that romantic man you always wanted. In fact, you had the face of one of your favorite VR novel heroines, didn't you?"
    "So I did. I noticed that you reluctantly gave up your disguise. Now the guys will just have to stare at your bust instead of your artificial Hellenic beauty."
    June would've shot back a retort, but Talbert stopped them. "Ladies, you can save your usual rivalry for later. Dee Dee would like to put in a word edgewise."
    Dee Dee nodded gracefully. "That you, Mr Talbert. Too bad Nadia isn't here, but you can tell her what I'm about to say. In my career I've seen models rise faster than rockets and come back down like stones. If you three weren't cops, you could've stayed on top for decades. No exaggeration." Lynnae and June shook their heads, but Dee Dee wouldn't hear of it. "The photos taken by the fanboys and interviewers are beyond my control, but I have total authority for the photos taken by my staff. If you want, I can hand the original cubes to you girls. Something you can show your kids and grandkids when they're old enough to understand."
    "Thanks, Dee Dee. Too bad we can't make money from this. Police regulations." Lynnae frowned, wishing she could have photos of her altered body for sale, raking in the royalties for decades to come.
    "Well, if you girls ever change your minds, I'll always have an open spot waiting." Lynnae and June shook their heads again. "Really, you have natural talent and grace, just like Sandy here." The fashion designer turned to the dark-skinned model sitting next to her. Sandy blushed appreciatively, smiling as she squeezed Dee Dee's hand. "Sandy's agent is gone, and awaiting trial for obtaining mountain white. Sandy will undergo drug rehabilitation and do 500 hours of community service."
    Lynnae reached over the table, hand outstretched. Sandy did the same, though it was difficult considering she had a watermelon-sized bust. They shook hands. "You see, Sandy? A little bit of faith will do wonders."
    "You had a hand in it, Lyn." Sandy sat back down, her oversized bosom filling her lap. "Dee Dee is my new agent, and we're going to use the community service time to the fullest. It'll be a great photo op, showing that even overbosomed women can contribute in a positive way to society."
    June smiled like a hungry cat. "More power to you, Sandy. Anything that'll keep The Flat Chest Society and their deluded allies in line is okay by me! I'm glad that my bust is back to normal size. During our stint I could've sworn I felt those little buggers running around inside me."
    Dee Dee raised an eyebrow. "Little buggers? Oh dear, don't tell me that you three girls actually had nanites injected?"
    Lyn looked perplexed. "Why, yes. We were told that nanites were needed. Also, we were wondering why Erika was using plastiskin flesh."
    The fashion designer looked a little embarrassed. "When I was contacted by your department they asked if plastiskin flesh was allowed. I said yes. Nanites are only used if a model plans to keep an enlarged bust over a long period of time, like Sandy here. Didn't the officer sent to collect the information tell you?"
    Talbert actually opened his eyes. "He didn't. And if I know him, then he has some explaining to do. Lyn, June, care to corner Larry and make him sweat?"
 

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Lt Larry Harkin, the Lecher, was at home. Specifically, he was in his den. The walls were covered with flat photos of scantily-attired women. In the center of that den was a tri-dee imager. Currently on display was Lynnae in her model disguise. Larry pretended to be a photographer, his hands forming the shape of a camera. "Pose! Turn! Lower... Lower... Bend back a little. Yes! Yeah, baby, turn it on!" The image responded to Larry's commands, its oversized bust jiggling at every simulated movement. Now very excited, Larry licked his lips. "Okay, baby, take it off. All off!" The image acted, undoing the simulated bikini straps. Then, just on the verge of total exposure, the power went out. Larry froze when he heard the real Lynnae's angry voice. "Larry, it's scum like you that gives the vice squad a bad name!"
    Daring to look, Larry caught sight of Lynnae at the door. Her bust hadn't shrunk back to its normal volleyball size, having only five more days to go. As it was, her breasts were a bit smaller than June's, made more evident by Lynnae's tight shirt. That sight alone gave Larry the lust-inspired courage to talk. "Officer Wilcox, you had no right to barge in here! That image is common property."
    "I disagree." Larry sickened at the sound of Captain Patricia Laramie's voice. She, along with June, entered the den, shaking their heads in disapproval at Larry's photos. "True, nothing can be done about all the photos the drooling fanboys took of Lyn, Nadia, and June. But you paid a friend, a friend that was taking the same trip, to shoot photos of our lovely ladies. That, Larry, can be construed as harassment, interfering with an undercover assignment, and blackmail material. What's to say you're going to use those photos later on to extract 'favors'. That artistic nude shoot you had on your tri-dee was for clothes fitting purposes only. Your photo friend bribe one of the photographers to get it. Dee Dee told us all about it, but your friend hyperwaved the data to you."
    Larry was actually quivering. He saw his police career going down the proverbial toilet right in front of him. June walked up, pushing out her basketball bust. "Just be thankful that Nadia wasn't here. Her nude shot was in that data too. She would've ripped your head off and use it as a basketball."
    "I would've liked to have seen that, June, but I have something more suitable for Larry." Laramie walked like a graceful tigeras, making the Lecher fall to the floor. "There's a two-month posting just for you, Lt Harkin. A robbery team has been targeting retirement condos, mainly widows apartments. Your job is to provide a police presence during the day. Mind you, those old ladies love to see handsome devils like you. I suggest that you have nanites injected into your cheeks and buttocks. When those 180-year-old women pinch you the resulting bruises will be nipped in the bud."
    Not allowing Larry to recover, June extended an open palm. "Now, give me the relevant data cubes, and erase the photos from your system. If I even suspect that you've stashed photos away I'll have Toby hack into your computer. What will remain won't be enough to add one plus one." Thoroughly terrified, Larry did as he was told.
    June plunked the cubes into her front shirt pocket. "Good boy, Larry. The cruel stars have allowed you to live - today." The three female cops turned to leave, but Lynnae faced Larry one more time.
    "Larry, I'll be back to my normal proportions in five days. But I don't want to make this a total loss for you." With a massive inhale and shoulder throw, Lyn pushed out her chest. Five buttons popped off with enough force to knocked Larry down, anime-style. Little cartoon birds flew over his bliss-covered head. Lyn pulled her shirt closed with her hands. "Well, Quartermaster Wooster will have a bit of sewing to do when we get back."

"So, how was Smudge?" Nadia asked of Amber.
    Amber allowed herself an evil grin. "He's been a very naught dog. He's killed five grass mice, two jadesnakes, an obese parrot, ruined my flowerbeds, my basement, and a panty. But, in the end, he finally realized that I was in command." Amber brought the car to a stop in her driveway. Exiting, the two cops went to the back of Amber's house. Opening the gate, Amber acted like a commanding general, placing her hands on her hips. "Smudge, come on out where I can see you."
    "Amber, I know that Smudge can be an armful at times, but I find it hard to believe he's done all that."
    "Nadia, you just don't know. What I've done to him will more than make up for the damage he's caused."
    "Amber, you better not have whipped him!"
    "No! I just serviced his vice! You know, a Dachshund is little more than a stomach with legs. I figure that he'll need six weeks of daily exercise to lose his new gut."
    "Gut? Amber, you didn't..." Nadia stopped when she saw Smudge waddle into view.

And the rat got fat, the very next day
And the rat got fat, should've been a goner
And the rat got fat, finally made to obey
        Made to obey

"Smudgy, what has that nasty little woman done to you?" Nadia picked up Smudge and cradled him to her bosom. Instead of 5 kilos, Smudge must've weighed 10, if not 12, kilos. The rat dog was barely able to walk, much less run. The grass mice were finally safe from Smudge's powerful jaws.
    "Nasty? Me? Little O'Nasty Amber? I consider it reasonable payback. Besides, there's someone else that's even more happy to see you."
    Harold T Walkins, Marshal, got up from his hiding place behind a bush. Not waiting for him to walk over, Nadia put Smudge down and ran. Harold had scarcely opened his mouth before Nadia embraced and kissed him.
    "Gimmie a chance, honey." Harold said in between kisses.
    "You silly bastard, why didn't you say you were coming?"
    "I did, and Captain Laramie can vouch for me. You were on that undercover job at the time."
    Nadia face went into a playful pout. "No excuse. You could've sent a private message." She hugged Harold harder. Harold like the sensation of Nadia's chest pressing into him, but there was something else in that hug. "Harold, why are you here now?"
    "I got my promotion. No more undercover assignments, ever. I'm going to be the new station chief here on Outback." Harold kissed Nadia's cheeks. "A regular day job, and plenty of time for us. Ah, can you stop crushing my chest, honey."
    "Not until you say yes."
    "Yes to what?"
    Nadia hugged Harold even tighter, if that was possible. "I promised Terry that I'll hold you until you commit."
    Give the man a chance to breathe! Harold had to use his 'ware since Nadia was crushing the wind out of him. If I live, how's four months?
    Harold was released from the death-hug. "No kidding?" Nadia said in elation, clasping Harold's arms.
    "No kidding. I want my father here to see this. Also, we need to find, or even build, a proper house for us. As much as I like your apartment, I want a well-kept house. No offense."
    "None taken. Let's go to my apartment now. We can discuss things... in private."
    The tall couple left with Smudge in hand. Amber set upon the task to restore her flower beds to normal.

[End Credits -- Before the credits roll, the following words were displayed on the tri-dee viewer: This episode is dedicated to the memory of Chief Thomas Saul, 2327-2416. Then still shots from the current episode were shown and the theme music plays. Ends with the duo in silhouette. Fade to black.]
 

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