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[Prologue]

It's true that Outback casinos are known for their 'exaltation' of the female form. Like the girls described in the story below, female casino employees have a good deal of bosom on display. Female dancers often wear nothing more than thongs, pasties, and smiles. Due to the truthful depiction of a typical casino, and the mischief of Mr Big, this issue was rated M18 for fully-exposed female breasts.

1

New Britannia was the second-largest city on Outback. Located in the middle of the continent of Melbourne, the combined population of the metro area was 8 million, only 4 million less then that of New Darwin, the capital city. What it lacked in population New Britannia made up for in vice. The city's red-light district was twice as large as New Darwin's. Casinos and gambling establishments formed a significant part of the city's economy. It's this fact that held Mr Big's attention when he convened a meeting of his BCCI buddies in the High Roller Casino.
    Big, sitting in his luxurious chair, listened as his friends read off financial reports for July, 2414. Then it came time for Big to make his announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I believe it is high time for BCCI to launch a casino in New Britannia. The gambling demographics are changing. The next big group of gamblers will be men between the ages of 20 and 45. Other than gambling, what do men of that age group like to do when they're in a casino?"
    "Eat?" one person offered.
    "Watch the shows?" suggested another.
    "Pick up sheilas?"
    "Get smashed?"
    Big nodded. "Well, what I have in mind will certainly entail all of that. This new casino, like the others in town, will have an unique gimmick. The Sandtrap has its shows, the Horse Barn its animal acts. My casino - More Than Double - will employ women with ample breasts in high-visibility positions: dancers, waitresses, blackjack dealers, and floor hostesses. Men will come, eager to spend their money just to ogle the expansive cleavage of the employees!"
    A man at the far end of the conference table raised his hand. "Big, how are we gonna get women that will allow themselves to be injected with nanites? After all, we still have to follow the OSS (Office of Standards and Safety) regulations."
    Big raised a forestalling hand. "Don't worry about that. My charm will take care of the girls. As for nanites, we won't need them. I still have a considerable supply of Bubbles, my breast-enlarging drink. In time, we can claim that our girls are the only ones in Casino Alley to have all-natural breast flesh on their fronts. That will bring in the slack-jawed gawkers for sure! Now, are you guys with me?"
    "Yes!" the group yelled out.
    "Excellent! Now, let us repair to the main floor of this establishment. Charge all the drinks you want to my tab."

April, 2415. Thanks to 25th Century technology and some greased palms the grand opening of the More Than Double Casino was only five weeks away. That was plenty of time to train the new employees. Sally Mayhew stepped off a bus that carried the first batch of recent hires. She shaded her blue eyes and looked at the casino. The blue and gold facade of the building made Sally think that the whole thing was an overblown children's toy. Sally didn't care how gaudy the building look just so long as the pay was excellent.
   A modest and purposeful man approached the bus. He waited until all fourteen women stepped out and retrieved their baggage. "Greetings, ladies. I'm Albert. My manager has instructed me to take this group to the orientation meeting. Please follow."
    After three minutes of walking the group ended up in a small auditorium. The oversized plush chairs made the women relax. Sally almost fell asleep, her head sinking back into the soft headrest. The sight of a short but impeccably dressed man got her attention. Stepping onto the little stage, the man held a gaudy microphone in his hands. A barely perceptible sound came over the PA, and then a soft, soothing voice wafted into the womens' ears.
    "Good afternoon, ladies. I'm Chet Baxter, the main floor manager of the More Than Double Casino. Let me say that you won't regret working here. As the first employees of the casino, you will initiate a tradition of service and excellence that all other casinos will try to emulate. Sounds toasty, doesn't it?"
    The women agreed, their words coming out a bit slurred. Sally noticed that, but she didn't really cared. That Mr Baxter looked so darn cute. His blue eyes expressed the liveliness of a man one-third his apparent age.
    "Listen carefully. I'll go over the schedule of events for this week. Then will come the assigning of rooms and measurements for work clothes, followed by a group dinner with the other trainees. Any questions?"

In all, the casino hired 158 women. Using his own special criteria, Mr Baxter went through the applicants list and selected the most suitable belles. Suitable, that is, for carrying much larger norks on their fronts. His unnatural attraction working overtime, Baxter regaled the women with harmless little stories during dinner. Some women were earmarked to receive 'extra-special' attention from the casino floor manager tonight (giggle).
    The dinner over, the women got up and stretched. It was then that Sally recognized a familiar face. "Vanessa?" she said, walking over to the woman. "Is that you?"
    "Cousin!" It was indeed Vanessa, giving her relative an appreciative hug. "What are you doing here? Then again, you're the black sheep of your family."
    "So true, Vanny. Mom and Dad didn't want me to do it, but Grandma was on my side. Did she support you too?"
    "Of course! After all, we're her favorites. Anyway," Vanessa pushed back her unruly dark hair, "what's your job going to be here?"
    "I'll be a blackjack dealer. You?"
    "Floor hostess. That means I'll be walking around with a tray full of cigars, cigarettes, mints, and toothpicks. What an easy way to earn 800 credits a week, plus tips."
    "I'd say. That money will go a long way paying for graduate school. Two years of this will be enough for me."
    Vanessa hummed approval. "Well, once you're freshened up, do you want to take a swim in the pool? Mr Baxter's giving out swimsuits."
    "Sounds excellent. That Baxter sure is a sweet man." Sally sighed. "If only he was taller and younger."
 

2

"If only they were more endowed to begin with," sighed Big, removing the last of his Chet Baxter makeup. "Our work is cut out for us, Albert. Of the 158 women, only three of them are F-cups. The rest run the gambit from flat-A to endowed-E. Let's see how many bottles of Bubbles we'll need to bring the girls up to specs." Big worked some math on his minicomp, only stopping to take an occasional sip of brandy.
    Albert was consulting a clothes catalog. "The blouses have to be just right, Mr Big. Otherwise the OSS will slap us with fines."
    "That darn OSS. If only I could extend my influence further into that organization. Bureaucracies can be so annoying at times. Ah!" Big grinned at the results of his math. "Albert, I figure we need 1,200 bottles of Bubbles. That'll insure that all the girls will end up with perky basketballs when the casino opens in five weeks."
    "Are you going to give out the first bottles tonight at the pool?"
    "Yes indeed. Prepare the next installment of my Chet Baxter disguise. And get my Speedo trunks."
    "By your command, Big."

Sally and Vanessa stood in the locker room, gazing at their swimsuit-clad bodies in a full-length mirror. Sally went with a one-piece. The gold and blue banding of the suit made her look like a sexy candy bar wrapper. Vanessa went with a bikini. The stylish top made her B-cup bust look larger than it really was.
    Sally gave her hair a final lick and a promise. "I wonder if there's going to be any cute men employees at the pool? It'll be fun to do some flirting."
    "Flirting?" Vanessa questioned. "In school, you use to rag on me for driving the boys to distraction. I'm not that well-equipped."
    "Could've fooled me. Though you're a B-cup like me, you went around in low-cut, tight-fitting shirts and no bra. I bet you still wear thong panties."
    "That's no longer true, Sally. This casino does have a dress code. One strange thing about that, thought. We're not allowed to wear bras."
    "Makes sense." Sally slipped her feet into a pair of flip-flops (sandals). "For what I saw all the girls are small. Besides, the memory plastic in the blouses will be enough to support our small sizes."
    "Don't say small, Sally. We're petite."
    "Vanny, for most men breasts are either mosquito bites or whoppers. I think we rate as pimples."
    "Sally..."

To Sally and Vanessa's relief, there were some hunks at the pool. The men were recently hired also, working in positions such as bouncers, bartenders, performers, and concierges. Mr Baxter showed up forty minutes later, making the girls divert their attention towards him. To an outside observer it looked like an old man's dream of being surrounded by a bevy of belles. For the disguised Mr Big the girls were models of clay, ready for his special touch.
    "Girls, gather around," said Big as he climbed up the ladder of the lifeguard tower. "I propose that we make a toast. Albert, hand out the drinks."
    Albert, decked out in a baggy pair of shorts and a summer shirt, opened the cooler on the air pallet he brought with him. To the girls he gave out 24oz bottles of lollywater; the boys got lollywater too, but not the same kind the girls got.
    Big raised his bottle of soda. "May your work here provide a bounty of wealth and health."
    "Hear Hear," the new employees said, downing their drinks. Big smiled in approval, watching as all the girls emptied their bottles in one draw. Any moment now...
    Sally felt a wondrous warmth growing in her chest. In an unconscious move, she cupped her breasts. The sudden rush of pleasure almost made her lose her balance. Compelled to looked down at her norks, Sally was surprized to see them actually growing in her hands. The sensation of flesh pushing away the swimsuit fabric was erotic, making her nipples erect. Slight moans of pleasure escape from Sally's lips and those of other girls as well.
    From his vantage point Big had an excellent view. The girls that had no cleavage before now had something to show. Big especially liked the girls that wore bikinis. Seeing all that new flesh pushing way the bikini cups was exhilarating. The potion in the lollywater bottles remained potent. All the girls each gained an additional two cup sizes, and they still had six more bottles to consume in the next five weeks.
 

3

Vanessa was an early riser. She got up and made for the bathroom. The lightswitch was especially hard to find this morning, but Vanny was anything but persistent. She worked on her face, massaging cheeks and chin before attending to her marvelous bust.
    For the last fifteen days training has progressed nicely. Working as a floor hostess required a refined sense of balance and situational awareness. The fact that her breasts were growing added a sense of challenge to the whole venture. Like her cousin Sally, Vanessa started out as a 34B. Currently her little body handled an inviting 34H bust. Any other woman would be concerned, but Vanny guiltily admitted to herself that she like her new charges. She felt even more happy when Mr Baxter made his appearances. He showed up at hostess training five and ten days ago, each time giving the girls 24oz bottles of lollywater. Today should mean that Baxter will make another appearance. Vanny ever so wanted to feel the warmth fill her chest again, even at the expense of becoming a bit bigger.
    Knocking at the bathroom door snapped Vanessa back to reality. "Hey," said a voice muffled by the door, "are you playing with your boobs? I need to use the can."
    "Okay, Sally. I'll hurry up." Vanessa gave her norks one final touch before slipping into her robe. Sally shared the same quarters with Vanny. Like her cousin, Sally carried a bountiful set of soccerball breasts. If one was bothered for an actual measurement, the girls' busts measured 107cm each. Both girls stood at 165cm in height and could practically wear the same clothes. That last fact was a great boon to them both, alleviating the need for separate laundry baskets.
    Half and hour later both girls were ready for the daily morning exercises. Mr Baxter wanted his employees to radiate a sense of health and well-being. The girls 'radiated' a heck of lot more than the boys, of course (grin).

Sally stood attentive as she watched the card boss, Mr Oskey, demonstrate a typical blackjack game. A total of 24 girls were being trained as blackjack dealers, six for each of the four shifts the Casino will operate by. Next, Oskey had the girls go to separate tables. Male volunteers showed up, one for each of the 24 Blackjack tables. Oskey and his two assistants moved from table to table, watching as the girls practiced.
    Mr Baxter and his assistant Albert showed up. Behind them was an air pallet loaded down with coolers. The girls knew what was in those blue-coloured boxes. "Okay, you cardsharks," said Baxter happily, "I'd say it's time to get some refreshments. What do you say about that?"
    The girls agreed earnestly. With an appreciative smile Baxter opened one cooler and drew out bottle after bottle. Due to their size the 24oz bottles were nicknamed mortershells after a basic form of artillery ordnance. In a way, these 'mortershells' can blow up, but only if they were shook hard before being opened. In this particular case the things that'll 'blow up' would be female breasts.
    From table to table Baxter handed out the bottles. With an eagerness of a child he watched as the girls drank the lollywater down to the last drop. The men in the room also watched this display, knowing what was about to come next. From behind his makeup Big grinned. He also had a word in the hiring of the male employees. Big had just two key requirements for the males - an absolute need to see buxom belles falling out of their shirts and an ability to keep their mouths shut. So far the men have lived up to Big's expectations.
    Sally moaned in pleasure again, her womanhood pushing out and round. Her nipples became rude, jutting out to form little pyramids in the blouse fabric. Two quite-unnecessary buttons popped off of Sally's shirt, exposing more of her new mass. One button landed on a man's dangling tongue. He inadvertently swallowed the button and nearly choked. The man was saved when Albert performed the Heimlich Maneuver on him.
    Big took note of that event, but his attention was centered on the girls. The average bust size in the group now stood at 114cm. In particular, Sally Mayhew now had a stately 34J bust, her flesh-melons easily the size of soccerballs. Big willed himself to be patient. The next lollywater 'treatment' will occur in five brief days. Big looked at Oskey. "I'd say things are 'shaping up' here quite nicely, Mr Oskey. Continue with the practice."
    "Thank you, Mr Baxter," replied the happy man.
 

4

Vanessa took one last look in a full-length mirror, squaring away her floor hostess outfit, what little there was of it. The black pumps and pink stockings were perfect, as was the white miniskirt and gold-coloured belt. The blouse had only half of its buttons done, exposing a glorious cleavage that men couldn't help but look at.
    "Okay, girls," announced Mrs Lavine, the hostess coach, "form up in a line for inspection." 32 girls giggled and gossiped as they gathered together, the line going from tallest to shortest. Lavine went from girl to girl, grading them with her critical eye and making minor adjustments to their outfits. After some writing on a file pad Lavine cleared her throat. "Good work. Now it is time for actual practice in a working environment. We're going to the Golden Crown Room. The waitresses will be practicing along with you. Situational Awareness will be an absolute necessity during peak serving times. Follow me."
    The line of pretty women entered a 600-seat room that offered a dinner theater experience. There was a huge stage and an orchestra pit in the front of the room. A stupendous bar commanded the far wall, and the ceiling was adorned with crystal chandeliers. Being a live practice, Lavine had the room packed with people. The din of multiple conversations and tendrils of cigarette smoke gave the room the right atmosphere to work.
    Waitresses, every bit as buxom and showy as the floor hostesses, skittered about the tables, taking orders. Vanessa and the girls were outfitted with serving trays. Condiments such as cigars, cigarettes, lighters, gum, and breathmints took up the limited space. Some girls decided to place their lighters in their cleavages to make more room on their trays. Now all equipped, the floor hostesses moved out onto the dining room floor.
    Three hours later the practice ended. Lavine was beside herself with joy. Her girls performed admirably, displaying a grace of movement and awareness of place that normally took weeks to develop. Mr Baxter agreed, for he had watched the practice from the main security room. He entered the dining room, beckoning the floor hostesses and waitresses to come to him. They didn't need to be told twice. In all 80 spirited and shapely young women waited for the praise that Baxter had to offer.
    Baxter rubbed his hands in glee. "Excellent work, girls. Keep up the level of service you performed today. You'll be guaranteed to pick up a week's salary in tips each night!"
    The girls giggled, making their chests shimmy with delight. Baxter stroked his chin. "Well, let me guess what you girls are thinking of right now. You want another round of my special potion, right?"
    "Oh, Mr Baxter, you're naughty," said Vanessa. She lightly pressed the sides of her breasts. "Some of our customers kept asking for mints, just so they can stare at our cleavage. Plus they tipped way over the required 15%!"
    "Good to hear! Vanessa, you'll be first in line to get a drink. Albert! Wheel in the goods!"
    The girls could hardly contain themselves as Albert brought in a huge cooler. In that cooler were 80 bottles of Bubbles, though the girls didn't know that fact. All they knew is that they wanted to feel that wonderful warmth in their chests again. Vanny got her bottle and greedily drained it. She cupped her norks so she could feel them grow. And grow they did. No buttons popped of this time, but much more cleavage was displayed when Vanny gained her additional two cup sizes, moving her up from 34J to 34L. Without a doubt, Vanny and the girls were looking more and more like mammary goddess. Comparisons to basketballs were inevitable.
    Baxter whistled his approval, noting that some of the girls had literally outgrown their little blouses. Proud nipples had enough clearance from the fabric to be clearly seen. "Whoops! As much as I like unobstructed nips, they'll have to be covered up. Otherwise the OSS will consider this place a topless establishment!" Some girls moaned in disappointment, covering their nips with their dainty hands. "Now, now, don't be upset. We'll fix you girls up with some new blouses. You'll show more than enough skin on your chests and still be within OSS regulations. I'm sure that Mrs Lavine has some more lessons planned for you tonight. I'll see all of you in five days. Be ready for some more growing!"
    The girls giggled and laughed their approval, thanking the sweet little man for the opportunity of letting their bosoms get a little bit bigger.

Day 25. The setting again was the Golden Crown Room. The females that were hired as performers, all 30 of them, stood on the stage. To a girl, they all wore baggy shorts and oversized pasties. Thankfully the room was warm, sparing the girls from unnecessary shivering.
    The stage director, Mr Korts, was happy that all the girls had prior theater and performance dance experience. He had the girls practice ten hours a day for the last three weeks. The relatively simple can-can line was a no-brainer, but that left the more intricate routines to be mastered.
    Korts knew the girls could be ready in time for the grand opening in ten days time. What ate his biscuit were the dance outfits the casino owners wanted the girls to wear. With such large breasts any movement would make them jiggle. Aside from pasties, no bust-management devices were to be worn by the girls. Korts more than once commented to Mr Baxter that the room would fill with the sound of colliding breasts during any kind of performance. Baxter actually giggled when he heard Korts say that.
    Baxter and Albert entered the Golden Crown Room. The girls giggled in delight when they saw the cooler that Albert brought with him. In a bunch, the girls surrounded Baxter, snuggling in to received his praise. "Down, you fillies, down!" he playfully ordered. "Don't get your nips all rude just yet! Albert, satisfy these fillies' needs at once."
    "Right with you, boss." Albert opened the cooler and dispensed drinks as fast as they were taken. Like so many times before, the girls gained an additional two cup sizes each. A few lucky girls squealed delight when they realized their breasts reached basketball proportions, a perfect bust/height ration of .75. Some of the lasses lost their pasties, the bioglue unable to keep up with the stretching skin.
    "We have to do something about that," Baxter commented, poking several breasts with his finger. "We need to get some more durable bioglue. And something has to be done about those rude nips. Bring in the costume designers."
    "As you wish," replied the laconic Albert.
 

5

The night before the grand opening Baxter decided to throw an impromptu pajama party for his female employees. The first floor of the casino's hotel served as employee apartments. A large common area, practically the same size as the Golden Crown Room, serviced those apartments, provided a place to watch tri-dee shows, play board games, trade gossip, and to just plan relax. This particular night, however, was the stuff of every 14-year-old boy's dream.
    To a girl, all of the bountiful lasses wore nightshirts and panties. The shirts could've reached as far as mid-thigh level. However, thanks to the girls' breasts, the shirt bottoms more often than not met the tops of the panties. Speaking of panties, the girl's bottoms were covered, but on their backsides were the words 'property of the More Than Double Casino' printed in lipstick red lettering.
    Sally and Vanessa relaxed in beanbag chairs. They wolfed down treats like there was no tomorrow. Due to their zero-calorie content, the treats won't add a single millimeter to the girls' slim waists. A surge of background noise caught Sally's attention. Unable to see clearly due to her immense bust, Sally had to sit up straight to see what the commotion was all about. Mr Baxter had arrived, bringing with him a huge contingent of male employees.
    "Oh, goody," crooned Sally. "Mr Baxter brought in the hunks! There's Joey!"
    "Joey?" Vanessa questioned. "And just who is this Joey?"
    "He's a bouncer, and a hunk!" Sally gushed. "He's got a set of pectorals that can feed a family for a week."
    "And how do you know that?"
    Sally stuck out her tongue. "Shut up, you! Come along. Perhaps I can set you up with one of his friends!"
    "I'm in!" Vanessa got up from the beanbag chair, a normally difficult job made all the more hazardous with her huge lungs. Both girls were graced with basketball-sized 34P busts. Their proud womanhood stretched fabric with the best of them, including the practically-naked casino dancers.
    Vanessa did find an eligible hunk. She got his attention by 'accidently' ramming him with her bust. That made for an interesting conversation starter. Sally and Joey made for a buffet table and loaded down their plates with grub. Baxter spared no expense, lavishing his girls with fine foods and drinks.
    Later on there was a game of nerf ball relay. A person held a soccer ball made of nerf between the chin and chest. A teammate had to use their chin to retrieve the ball and pass it down the line. The boys really like this game, having a pair of pretty lungs mash up against their chests as they retrieved and passed on the nerf balls.
    The disguised Mr Big decided to call it a night. He had the employees turn in early so they'll be ready for the big opening. Some of the girls wanted to share a soak in a hottub with Big, but he already made plans for this evening. Mrs Lavine was waiting for Big in his top-floor suite. She, too, had partaken of the bottles of Bubbles. A bust fit for an Angelican woman resided on Lavine's frame. Big intended to inspect every square centimeter of that lovely flesh tonight.

"Today marks the opening of a new casino in New Britannia," announced Belinda Buxley, anchorwoman of the primetime ONN newscast. "Called More Than Double, this casino's claim to fame is the display of female cleavage. The floor manager of the More Than Double, Mr Chet Baxter, said that the average bust size of the female employees is 117cm, making them the most endowed casino workers in New Britannia. Mr Baxter is expecting a steady flow of men to pay for the privilege to gawk at his 'buxom belles'. Let's hear the word from our reporter on the ground floor of the More Than Double. Jack, can you hear us?"
    Jack Conner, Buxley's co-anchor, smiled his cheesy smile for the viewers at home. "Let me say that the atmosphere here is filled with anticipation and 'titillation'. The owners must've saved a fortune on blouses and bras. If these girls were any bigger they would be bumping against the ceiling." Jack's cameraman focused on a succession of workers, showing just how 'exposed' they were. The girls' breasts were covered just enough to hide the nipples and areolae. Only the wonders of bioglue and memory-plastic shirts kept the burgeoning breasts from being utterly exposed.
    "Jack," said Buxley playfully, "you better get out while you still can. I doubt if you can survive a fall into a chasm that deep." The camera was fixated on a floor hostesses' front. The close-up was so tight that the audience could see the cleavage parting and closing in sympathy with the girl's breathing.
    The cameraman focused back on Jack. "Whew, that was close!" Jack pulled on his collar to cool off. "I didn't bring any rope with me. Gauging by the crowd here tonight, the More Than Double Casino will be in business as long as men want to gawk at ample breasts. I'm Jack Conner, reporting live from the main floor of the More Than Double Casino in New Britannia."

Sally and Vanessa entered their quarters and collapsed thankfully onto the beds. The pace of work that evening was hectic. Vanessa couldn't believe just how noisy a casino could really get. Sally felt like her wrists were about to snap off.
    Vanessa undid the few buttons on her blouse and miniskirt. She wriggled out of her clothes like a bug discarding its old skin. Now clad only in regulation panties, Vanny breathed a sigh of relief, resting her hands on her nips. "I'm glad that shift is over. My ears are still booming."
    "Tell me about it," replied Sally. After removing the bow tie Sally next worked on her blouse and miniskirt. Task complete, she fell back onto the bed. Her wonderfully wobbling bust had to be stilled by her hands. "It felt like I always had cards in my hands. Callouses are starting to form on my fingertips."
    Vanny grunted. She stood up proudly and maintained coverage of her nips. "Well, since I was the one walking all over the place, I get dibs on the bathroom. I'll make sure there's some breast soap left for you."
    "Vanny, you're a complete liar."
 

6

Closeted in a secure conference room the BCCI meeting was brought to order by Big. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I have great news. After the first week of operations the More Than Double Casino can report earnings of 5.2 million credits. That qualifies as a new record for Casino Alley!" The audience clapped and whistled, only silencing when Big raised his hands. "Having the nose for business, I can predict that the casino will earn profits exceeding 240 million by this time next year. Even now I hear grumblings from the other casino managers. The only way they can keep within shouting distance is by blowing up their girls. All the more joy for me and every boy on the planet!"
    "You are great and terrible, oh Master! There's no end to your evil," said Albert as he wheeled in a tray full of drinks. "Here are the glasses for the toast."
    Big waited until everyone had retrieved a glass from the tray. Clearing his throat, Big raised his glass upward and outward. "Here's to a future filled with money and an unending supply of glommable breasts."
    "Here Here," chimed the BCCI people.

"Sir, the house has 20. Do you wish to draw?" said Sally with practiced patience. The man sitting at her blackjack table had steadily lost credit after credit. More credits disappeared in the form of drinks the man kept ordering. The house was happy to oblige the man to empty his pockets. After all, he wasn't really playing blackjack for the money. Staring at the wonderful cleavage of the blackjack dealer was worth every spent credit.
    "Hit me," said the man, his words slurred by drink.
    Sally withdrew a card from her deck. "23, Sir. Do you wish to place another bet?"
    "Yeah. Use my card."
    The small console at Sally's right beeped purposefully. She gave it a sideways glance. "Mr Ganz, according to the house computer you only have 500 credits left on your hotel account. I am obligated to tell you that you're only allowed to make one more bet of 20 credits."
    "Oh, how unfair." Ganz' eye fell back on Sally's chest. "How about this? If I win the next draw, can you show me your nips? You're practically topless as it is."
    "No can so, Sir. OSS regulations. If you're not going to place a bet I will have to ask you to leave."
    "Not until I see those nips! They're crying out for me to tweak them."
    "Sir, that would be grounds for expulsion from the casino for a whole year. Do I make myself clear?"
    Ganz' foul breath assaulted Sally's nostrils, making her wince. "It's unfair, you and your glossy boob-flesh. The very act of you breathing is a turn-on. I want satisfaction right now. Show me those nips or I'll rip away that little shirt of..." CHOKE!
    "Is this man bothering you?" It was Joey, one of the casino's bouncers. He held Ganz by the neck, preventing him from carrying through on his threat to expose Sally's nipples.
    Sally breathed a sigh of relief. "He's confused on what's allowed in the casino. Take him to the Drunk Tank until he sobers up. Can't let him wander around and hurt himself."
    "Okay, Sally. I'll see you after shift." Joey winked at Sally, making the girl blush both in face and breast. With Ganz nothing more than a meat puppet Joey dragged his charge to the casino's drunk tank.

In the Security Room Big snorted in disgusted. Thanks to the overhead cameras, Big saw and heard the whole story at Sally's table. That Ganz was a jerk. If he wanted to touch boobies he could've gone to the Melon Patch down the street. My girls are for looking at, and I say who touches them.
    Big had the security monitor in front of him change views. All the camera angles gave excellent perspectives of his girl's tops, or lack thereof. He saw that Vanessa was running out of lighters, her cleavage all but empty of them. Big had one of the security technicians inform Vanessa via her earbug to head back to the kitchen to restock on lighters. So much cleavage, so little time, Big mused.
    "Mr Baxter," said one of the technicians, "the dance number in the Golden Crown Room is about to start."
    "Thank you, Kelly. Bring it up on tri-dee #4."
    A contingent of dancers flowed onto the stage. They wore see-through body stockings decked with glitter and decorative thread. The only things that covered the girls' true modesty were the required thongs and large, star-shaped pasties. To make the girls more comfortable, Big had shotglass-sized nubs added to the pasties. When a nipple got erect it would have space to grow into, otherwise the girls stood the chance of actually popping of pasties every time their nips got rude. Besides, it wouldn't look good having pasties all over the floor.
    Big greeted his lovelies after their performance. Due to the girls' height, Big could truly say to himself that his head was among the stars (giggle).
 

7

Vanessa smiled generously as she continued to walk in her assigned section of the casino. So far tonight she's earned 500 credits worth in tips from casino guests. The tips all came from men who appreciated the sight of huge healthy breasts that were scarcely contained in abbreviated blouses. Vanessa's cleavage held all those credits in addition to several lighters, some of which have disappeared to the bottom of her blouse. A bathroom break to retrieve the rogue lighters will be needed shortly.
    Albert, Mr Baxter's assistant, approached Vanessa as she stood near the nude sculpture waterfountain in the lobby entrance. "Vanessa, Mr Baxter requires your services for a private party. Please follow me."
    Vanessa followed Albert into a part of the casino she hadn't been in before. Albert opened a set a doors to a rather large room. It looked like the Golden Crown Room wrought to a smaller scale. There were even two blackjack and several poker tables. On the small stage a strip act was in progress. A tall, curvaceous woman was performing for an audience of twenty. Each piece of clothing she slowly removed brought whistles of approval. At the end she was only clad in a g-string and a smile, gyrating her watermelons to the enthusiastic clapping of her audience.
    After restocking her tray and cleavage, Vanessa worked the floor, dispense mints and cigars to generously-tipping men. In no-time Vanny earned 1,000 credits in tips. She could easily see herself buying a car next month if the tips kept coming at this rate.
    Sally was in the room also, working at a blackjack table. She did notice one difference between the men in this room and all the others she dealt cards to. Whereas the men in the casino were self-confessed bust lovers, the gentlemen here just acknowledged the fact that the girls were particularly top-heavy. It was just accidental if these men glanced at the girls' bust for more than two seconds. In some ways it was relief to have men that looked at your eyes instead of your chest when they talked to you.
    Mr Baxter sat at a poker table. Next to him was the stripper, now clad in a rich robe of blue and gold. Baxter dealt the cards to his associates around the table. "I'm so happy," Baxter said. "The More Than Double has finished its first month as the top money earner in Casino Alley. 26.8 million credits! Already three other establishments have decided to make their women top-heavy and practically topless. Yes," said Baxter as he patted the stripper's huge covered bust, "there'll be enough bare breast skin to satisfy any man's lust."
    "Yours is a unique vision," said Usano, one of Baxter's 'business' acquaintances. "Now, have you come to a decision about Daimen?"
    "Oh, him," said Baxter with a dismissive wave of his hand. "He's quite okay by me. I just gave him a scare within an inch of his life. That was sufficient punishment, in light of what he told me."
    "He... talked?" said Usano worriedly.
    "Like a bird. Your name came up quite often. So often that I decided to do my own checks." Baxter's gaze was burning into Usano's soul. "Not only did you take my money, you also wasted my time. I could've spent a whole evening playing it up with my honeys." Baxter snapped his fingers. To Usano it sounded like a gunshot.
    Two brutish but impeccably dressed men materialized behind Usano. Baxter spoke to the brutes in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. "Dana, Alison. Mr Usano has an appointment with the doctors tomorrow. See to it that he arrives at the hospital in the proper condition."
    "Please, don't..." Usano fell silent as Alison applied a hypo to his neck. The burly duo quickly took the unconscious man out of the room. No-one seemed to have noticed what had happened.
    Baxter smiled. "That'll learn him. Usano will have so many nanites fixing his bones that he'll set off metal detectors for years to come!" At that Baxter laughed hardily. Unexpectedly, he coughed, hacked, and whizzed. Albert appeared at his side, handing his boss a glass of water. "Thank you. Felt I was bringing up a lung with that one."
    "You're welcome," said Albert modestly.

Sally was having a fitful sleep. She tossed and turned, trying to find the right spot on the mattress. Lying on her side proved bothersome, as her bust kept colliding with her chin. Relenting, Sally slept on her back. There was an old wives' tale about girls with heavy breasts should never sleep on their backs, otherwise they'll have nightmares about drowning.
    Twenty minutes after finding her spot Sally had a dream. She was dealing cards to an unidentified man. He kept winning deal after deal. When it came time to hand credits to the man he refused. Face still shrouded in darkness, the man wanted payment his own way.
    Sally felt a warm sensation growing in her chest. It was the same sensation she felt when she drank those lollywater bottles. Unexpectedly, the warmth changed into a prickly heat. Glancing downwards, Sally gaped in amazement as her bust blew up like proverbial balloons. Her little blouse was pushed aside by the growing breast flesh. Basketballs gave way to watermelons, then beachballs.
    A trickle of worry-induced sweat ran down Sally's face. Her bust rested on the blackjack table. As the norks grew, Sally was unable to see in front of her. Looking side-to-side, the hapless girl saw all the other casino workers were growing immense fronts. Some of the girls got so large that they were able to sit on top of their mammaries. Vanessa was among those girls, crying as her bust threaten to pin her against the ceiling.
    The blackjack table collapsed under the weight of Sally's sofa-sized lungs. She pleaded with the mystery man to stop the growth. He only laughed, coughed, and hacked. With an energetic leap the man landed on top of Sally's still-enlarging breasts, making her squeal in pain. The darkness that covered the man's face disappeared, revealing his true identity. Upon seeing the face Sally screamed.

"Sally, wake up," Vanessa said. "You're having a bad dream."
    In a jerk Sally was conscious. Her nightshirt and forehead were bathed in sweat. At that moment she felt her heart would burst from her chest. With knowing hands Sally made sure her breasts were okay. "Oh God be praised, they're the same size."
    "What where you dreaming about? It had to be something really bad since you screamed."
    "It was bad, cousin. I dealt cards to a mystery man." Sally sat up in bed, covering her sweat-soaked bust with her arms. "Instead of accepting credits, the man blew up my norks and those of the other girls, including you. He revealed himself to be Mr Big."
    "Ouch! No wonder you screamed. If Big saw us like this then we'll never find husbands." Vanny teased her nightshirt's collar. "What made you dream about Mr Big?"
    "I could've sworn I heard his trademark laugh recently. Being the pervert he his, Big's an easy person to remember. Good thing Mr Baxter's not like him. He's a sweet little-old man."
    "Yeah, if he was an eligible young hunk I would've been all over him like cheap cologne."
    "You would say something like that, Vanny."
 

8

"C'mon, Larry," said Royster, "show us some more pictures."
    Lt Larry Harkin, known to all the women in the New Darwin Police as 'The Lecher', smiled as he drew out another stack of photocards for his buddies to gawk at. "Go ahead, but don't drool on them. I paid good money to have these taken."
    A photocard was more than a photo. It actually was a video of several minutes duration stored on a durable sheet of plastic and electronics. Larry and his friends watched in silent joy as the photocards played before their eyes.
    Larry was so enraptured with his photos that he failed to notice that his friends have deserted him. The sound of a throat being cleared snapped Larry back to the real world. Turning, Larry found himself staring directly at a set of shirt-clad breasts. Judging by their size, Larry knew the owner of the mammaries.
    "Lt Harkin, what sort of mischief are you engaged now?" said Lynnae Wilcox. "Are those photos of me and the girls?"
    "No! I swear! This is private stock!" Larry attempted to conceal his stash.
    Lynnae wasn't alone. Standing next to her was her friend, June Parlor. In her hand she held a crushed photobug. "I found this in a showerhead this morning. It had to have been in there for at least a week. You like to watch women lather up their norks, is that it?"
    "There's no way you can prove it! I was on vacation for two whole weeks. I wasn't even in the city."
    Lyn snorted. "Go ahead and lie all you want. We'll take some of those." She grabbed two photocards from Larry's hands. "I think Talbert will want to know that you went back on your word."
    "You're wrong, Wilcox! I'm innocent this time!" Larry watched as Lyn and June walked away. He was so steamed that the sight of the Buxom Duo's microskirted-clad bottoms didn't turn him on. "Well, I least I still have the original cube back at home. It's time to go back to work."
    Back in the vice squad office Larry wrote a report on the recent arrest of an unlicensed adult media kiosk owner. Larry was sad that he had to be the one to arrest the man. After all, Larry was one of his best customers. Report completed, Larry had just handed his boss the report chip when the room's PA system boomed to life. The voice might as well have belonged to the Angel of Death. "Lt Harkin, report to Captain Laramie's office. Lt Harkin, report to Captain Laramie's office."
    Larry's boss, Captain Straeder, looked at his subordinate critically. "Larry, you must've screwed up big-time in order for the Old Lady to call you in. You're on your own this time."
    Biting his tongue out of fear and resentment, Larry marched out of the office and down the hall. It seemed like everyone had to look at him as he approached his probable doom. Even the girls in Dispatch sneaked a peek, tapping a feed from the station's surveillance cameras. Laramie's door looked like the Gate to Hell. With a fatalistic fire burning in his heart, Larry the Lecher knocked twice on the door.
    "Enter." The Captain's voice sounded noncommittal. Bolstered by the thought that nothing could get worse, Larry entered the office. Laramie just pointed to a chair, making Larry feel that the thing was set to electrocute him. A pair of turquoise eyes latched onto Larry's bright brown peepers. "I image you want to known the reason you're in here. Correct?"
    Larry was surprized by the level of courage in his voice. "I was wondering about that, Captain."
    Laramie opened a folder and drew out two photocards. She placed them in a desk-mounted holoprojecter. A tri-dee image appeared in the air between the desk and Larry. "Lieutenant, this is a recording of you at that new casino at New Britannia, the More Than Double. I've realized that you're interested in the attire of the female employees of that establishment. As a consequence, you've missed something in this recording." Manipulating a control, Laramie made a background sound in the photocard loud and clear. The sound of little man coughing, hacking, and wheezing made Larry's blood run cold.
    "Captain," Larry pleaded, "had I know that was Mr Big's laugh I would've called it in. Honest! I know the rule of reporting in all sightings of that little pervert. I was too wrapped up in fun to have noticed that laugh! Please believe me!"
    Laramie stood up, her eyes even more focused on the worried man. "Actually, that's not reason I've called you in. Just be thankful that Wilcox and Parlor recognized Big's laugh in the photocard to begin with. However, the scene in the next card is the reason I've brought you in."
    The holoprojector shifted cards. The scene was that of Larry standing inbetween two female casino employees. He had an arm wrapped around each waist. Each girl had one of Larry's hands firmly planted on one of their breasts. "That's it, Larry. Take a look. Take a good, long look. They should look familiar. After all the times I've lectured you in this office you should've recognize them immediately."
    Larry's jaw worked for several seconds before the words came spilling out. "Cap... Captain... I was drunk at the time! Had I known they were your granddaughters I would've stayed away from them! Please! I admit I'm a pathetic little man, but don't crucify me for this!"
    The words from Laramie's mouth could've frozen an ocean solid. "Oh, I won't hold this incident against you, Lieutenant. But burn this into that cesspool you call a brain. If you so even think about my granddaughters, especially the way they're equipped now, I will DESTROY you. Pension or no pension, I'll rip out your spine and eat it. Nod your head if you understand."
    Larry nodded forcefully. He stood up, only then feeling the wetness in his crotch. The front of his pants were soaking wet. His chair even had a puddle in it. "I'm... I'm sorry, Captain. I couldn't help myself..."
    "Go. Just... Go," said Laramie scornfully. Larry nearly lost his balance on the way to the office door. In his nervous state, he unintentionally let the door hit him on the way out. Throughout the station money exchanged hands. Some officers betted that the door would hit Larry on the way out, others for the amount of sweat on his brow. The lucky few that betted on the state of Larry's pants won the whole kettle.
    Sitting back down, Laramie made a quick call to Talbert. A raid on the More Than Double Casino was even now being worked on. Only one unenviable task remained. Like their grandmother, Sally and Vanessa were headstrong. Their respective parents have all but given up on their willful daughters to seek employment in more 'honest' professions. Indeed, it was Laramie's own encouragement that gave the girls confidence to apply for the casino jobs. With a genuine heavy heart, the Captain called Pamela and Candice, her eldest daughters, informing them of what had happened to Sally and Vanessa.
 

9

The More Than Double Casino continued its record profit-making. In its first two months of operation the casino cleared the 60 million mark, providing a suitable reason to hold another private party in celebration. As before, Sally and Vanessa were the chosen girls to work the room. Tips flowed like so much water into the girls' cleavage. Comically, this was the only time the girls wished that their blouses were bigger so they could hold more money.
    Baxter smiled as he sat at the blackjack table. The soft lighting gave Sally's breast-flesh a wonderful glow of captivating beauty. "So, Sally," said Baxter, grinning ear to ear, "do you like your work here?"
    "You had to ask?" Sally giggled. "At this rate I'll be able to attend graduate school this fall!"
    "Money, money, and more money. Sally, you're my kind of girl. With a brain like yours you'll never worry about getting callouses on your hands again."
    "Oh, thank you, Mr Baxter."
    Vanessa walked over to the table. She flashed her pretty smile at Baxter. "Would you care for a cigar, Mr Baxter? You haven't smoked one yet."
    "Why, thank you, Vanessa. Do me the honors." Baxter watched with lustful eyes as Vanessa retrieved a lighter from her cleavage. Next, she handed a stoogie to Baxter, who then bit off one end and waited for the flame. After getting a few good puffs, the man let loose with a sizeable discharge of smoke. "Good smoke. I do believe you girls have earned your keep."
    "Thank you, Mr Baxter," the girls said in unison.
    "In fact, you two have demonstrated a level of professionalism and skill I rarely see in casino employees. Now listen carefully." The disguised Mr Big primed his famous silver tongue. He relished the look of puppy-dog enthusiasm on the girls' faces. "Are you two interested in a promotion?"

Laramie looked dejected. Her daughters, Pamela and Candice, were downright devastated. Laramie and her extended brood had gathered at her house, hoping that they weren't waiting in vain. The raid on the More Than Double Casino occurred six days after that fateful discovery of Big's laughter on the photocard. Even now the New Britannia Police were searching the immense building, looking for hidden rooms and passages. All the employees were accounted for... except Sally and Vanessa.
    At the moment Laramie wished she had the impulsiveness of Wilcox and Parlor. With a twinge of dark humor, the Captain imagined herself barging in on one of Big's notorious private parties. With guns a-blazing, Laramie took out the opposition like they were firing-range targets. She saved Big for last, giving the pervert a much-deserved kick in the pants. With her grandkids rescued, Laramie would count the days for the inevitable awards ceremony. In light of what actually happened, Laramie could only hope Sally and Vanessa were safe.
    The loud ringing of the vid-phone jarred Laramie out of her woolgathering. With her family looking on, Laramie enabled the phone. Imagine the collective shock they felt when the image of Mr Big appeared, smiling and rubbing his hands in glee. "What in the Hell do you want?" Laramie said venomously.
    "Tsk, Tsk, Captain Patricia Laramie," said Big devilishly. "I should hang up right now, but I don't want to leave you in complete anguish. The girls are with me, and will remain safe in my care. Do you want to know how I learned of the police raid?"
    Laramie bit the inside of her lip. She heard Pamela and Candice sobbing behind her back. "Don't spare the details, Big."
    "Ouch, aren't we grouchy tonight? Thanks to the culpable New Britannia Police, I've learned of the raid through my contacts in that organization. Imagine my surprise when I found that it was you and Chief Talbert that contacted the New Britt Police." Big waved a tasking finger. "Shame on you, Patty. You had to include specific information on Sally and Vanessa. Joy be praise when Albert pointed out to me that those two lovely girls were your granddaughters."
    "Laugh it up, dink." Laramie bared her fangs. "I swear on my immortal soul that I'll rescue my grandkids from your clutches. When I do, I'll kick your bony behind so hard that you can't sit down for a year."
    "Brave words, but you can't follow through on your threat, dearie." Big chuckled. "Seeing how big Sally and Vanessa are now I might as well make a full job of it. Yes, for the next five years they'll be excellent pillow women."
    "You dirty little man. You shall..."
    "...get away with it!" Big laughed, coughed, and hacked. "Time to go, Captain. Tonight is bath night, and those not-so-little vixens sure know how to wield scrub brushes! Ciao!" The screen went dark, as did the spirits of everyone in the room. Except Patty. She alone entertained the hope that her grandkids could be rescued. With the help of an old friend and some unabashed heroics, Patty vowed to make her 'brave words' come true.

Sally was roused from her sleep by some sharp cries coming from her cousin Vanessa. Gingerly, Sally tip-toed across the sinfully-plush carpet to Vanny' bed. "Wake up, Vanessa," said Sally, shaking her cousin firmly, "you're having a bad dream."
    Vanessa woke up, breathing in rapid draws. "Cripes... that was... too real."
    "What was it?"
    Vanessa felt her breasts. She wanted to be sure they were okay. "In my dream you and me were in the bath together. Then there was some wicked laughter, and our breasts blew up. We got so big that we were pinned to the ceiling. Then I heard some more of that laughter, and someone started to feel us up. That's when I screamed."
    "Creepy. I also had a dream just like that tonight. I'm wondering, Vanny. Can you make that laugh?"
    "I'll try." Vanessa made a serious effort to replicate the laugh. She even added the coughing and hacking that the 'bad man' in her dream made. "Funny that it reminds me of Mr Big's laugh. He's a horrid little spot."
    "Enough with that scary little sack. Let's freshen up and have an early breakfast."
    "Good call, Sally."

For the past five days Sally and Vanessa have been working at Mr Baxter's exclusive lodge, located somewhere in the northern reaches of the Zipperback Mountains. The lodge had breathtaking views of the landscape, and at this latitude the mountaintops remained covered with snow. Sally and Vanessa's jobs were the same they did at the More Than Double, though the clientele here was much smaller.
    Albert made breakfast for the cousins, giving them decadently-rich sausage and eggs straight from his skillet. Wrapped in sinfully-soft robes, the girls eagerly wolfed down the food and drank orange juice like there was no tomorrow.
    Baxter entered the spacious dining room. He, too, wore a robe of unequal softness. "Good morning, girls. I couldn't help but hear some cries coming from your bedroom earlier." Baxter looked at Vanny. "Can you tell me about it?"
    Vanessa blushed. "Oh, it was just a silly old nightmare. I dreamt that Mr Big was blowing me and Sally up. Only bad girls get visits from that bag of skin."
    Sally giggled. "That's right, Vanny. With those two top-heavy cops always beating him up it's a wonder he still likes women."
    "Bag of skin?" Baxter raised an eyebrow. "Listen, Big may be a lot of things, but he's certainly not decrepid when it comes to bed bingo."
    The cousins looked confused. "How would you know about that, Mr Baxter? Have you met him before?"
    "Oh yes, little lady. He's such a funny guy that I can even laugh like him." Baxter produced Mr Big's trademark laugh. That was enough to make the girls cringe with fear, but their short-and-curlies really stood on end when Baxter removed the plastiskin mask he wore, relieving himself to be...
    "Oh My God!" Vanessa breathed. "It's him! Mr Big!" Gaping, both girls realized that their robes were partially open, revealing an ocean of cleavage and breast flesh. Squealing in alarm, both girls got up and tried to cover themselves.
    "Yes! I'm Big, and you two girls will be my pillow women for the next five years! Your precious grandma can't find you, so don't waste your breath praying and hoping. You're mine!"
    Both girls were on the floor, hugging each other and crying their eyes out. "He saw us naked last night!" Sally sobbed. "Now we'll never find husbands!"
    "He'll use our boobs as mattresses," cried Vanessa. "We'll be stuck in the same room day after day, wearing nothing but thong panties and smiles!" Copious tears flowed out of her eyes.
    Big covered his ears. "Stop that pathetic crying! It's running those pretty faces of yours. Be nice girls and obey my orders. In time, you will enjoy being pillow women. Who knows, I might even pay you for services rendered."
    The girls intensified their crying. "You evil man! We're not furniture for you to use at your leisure." Sally stifled a sob. "We don't want to be pillow women."
    "Yeah," Vanny added. "I don't want living carcasses sleeping and snoring on my flesh for hours on end each day!" The crying continued.
    Sighing, Big turned to Albert. "They're a mess. Once they cry themselves to sleep have Lasai and Claire give them a bath. After that, inject them with overworked sixth-generation nanites. I want those girls growing right away."
    "Yes, Big."
 

10

Laramie worked at her desk, filling out supply requisitions and reading arrest reports. At least she had something to occupy her mind. Pamela and Candice's families were still knotted up with worry and fear. They were certain that Mr Big had spirited the girls away, never to be seen or heard from again.
    If past experience has told Laramie anything about Big then it was that he loved hiding in plain sight. Outback offered many hiding places suitable to Big's tastes. The more exotic the location the better. Knowing that fact helped matters greatly, plus her friend in the Marshals Office had access to particularly powerful tools.
    The vid-phone buzzed to life. Laramie turned the unit on, happy to see her Marshal friend on the little screen. After a scarce 15 seconds Laramie made her first natural smile in four weeks. "Thank you. I believe Talbert will give his consent for this," she said to her friend. "Can you arrange a pick-up at 5? Good. I'll be waiting."

It was five minutes shy of Compensate, Outback's abbreviated midnight hour. Sally and Vanessa, resting on huge beanbags in their bedroom, idly gazed through a ceiling window. The sky was clear and the stars shown brightly. More than once the girls wished on those stars. Only the cold night wind gave any response.
    Vanessa sighed softly, turning to her cousin Sally. Both girls were affixed with oversized beachball-sized breasts. It won't be long before their norks reach the same size as the beanbags the girls were resting on. "It's hopeless. We've been here for a month. Every day the nanites add an extra five centimeters to our fronts, and Big makes us drink more of that lollywater." Vanny tried to reach her nipples, but her hands fell several centimeters short. "As of tonight, we both have 3.3 meter busts. Assuming Big doesn't make us drink anymore Bubbles, we'll be pillow women in 16 days."
    "At least Albert is nice to us," Sally commented. "He's a wonderful masseuse."
    "Well, he ought to be. Those two other girls had the time to build up back and thigh muscles. Big is getting his kicks just by watching us breath and do exercises."
    "He can hardly wait to sleep on our breast-flesh. I wonder who'll be first - you or me?"
    "Me, definitely me!" Vanessa drew out two bottles of Bubbles from her cleavage, tossing one to Sally. "Might as well hurry things along and have fun in the process."
    "Hey, where did you get these bottles?"
    "Albert gave them to me just before you entered the room. He said that Big has taken a fancy to me."
    "Oh, so he wants you to get beanbags before me, is that it? Then why give me a bottle? Feeling generous?"
    "Compassionate, actually. I know you like to feel the warmth in your chest each time you drink Bubbles. Don't deny it. I saw the look of ecstasy on your face as your balloons grew."
    "Same with you, rat!" Sally gave her wily cousin a raspberry. Both girls undid the bottle tops. "Well, here's one to grow on."
    "Ditto." The girls chugged down the contents of the 24oz bottles. Tossing the now-empty bottles aside, the girls then placed there palms on their norks. Warmth filled their chests and nipples became erect and proud. Sally felt the skin stretch underneath her palms. It was an erotic feeling having breasts that were way bigger than beachballs. Perhaps being so large does have its advantages, mused Sally. After all, there's more of me to love! I hope Big doesn't snore when he sleeps, much less drool.
    Vanessa had her hands on the outside of her breasts. Five centimeters of added size wasn't all that much, but Vanny felt it just the same. Her new mass gently pushed away her hands. The sensation of skin moving over her thighs was pleasant, akin to being caressed with a glove of mink fur. Isn't this a fantasy that most girls want? thought Vanessa. I often dreamed about living a luxurious house and wear nothing but silky panties all the time. Watching tri-dee, eating sweets, and massaging my boobs all day for five years may not be such a bad rap after all!
    "Vanessa," said Sally, "look up at the skylight. Do you see a strange patch of darkness?"
    "Strange? In what way?"
    "I could've sworn the patch was moving. Wait... it's coming closer." In the corner of the room a red light blinked to life.
    "I wonder what that light is for?" Vanessa asked.

With a practiced hand Albert rouse Big from his slumber. "Mr Big, we have company. An aircraft is descending on the lodge."
    Sleep now banished from his eyes, Big hastily put on his clothes. His bed-blanket companion, Lasai, slipped into her generous ski-suit and zipped it closed. Being in such a hurry, Big didn't have time to comment on Lasai's prominent basketball-chest. "Activate the defenses and prepare to bug out! Do we know who it is?"
    "Judging by the optical camouflage, the aircraft has to belong to the Commonwealth Marshals."
    "Damn tinhorns! They'll join my buddies on Boot Hill! Albert, get Sally and Vanessa into Supercar."
    A muffled explosion occurred. Albert looked in the direction of the dining room. "The Marshals have entered the building. I'll have to use the secret passage."
    "Do it! I'll handle those Marshals." Big took a moment to slap Lasai's suited behind. "Lasai, get Claire and move your cute butts down to the escape chute. Supercar will let you girls get inside."
    Lasai bent down, kissing Big on the forehead. "Okay, but just remember I'll pick up where you left off."
    "You do just that, you filly."
 

11

Big thought a whole team of Marshals had invaded his lodge. In reality, just two black-suited figured entered through the hole in the dining room ceiling. Two of Big's Boiler Android Troopers, responding to Albert's instructions, entered the room and were blown apart by explosive 10mm bullets fired from the Marshals' guns. Splitting off, one Marshal went towards the scenic lounge while another made for the living quarters.
    A BAT succumbed to multiple bullet hits, falling to the ground in a sparking heap of junk. The Marshal reloaded her machine pistol with a fresh clip. It was then she fell over from a hit to her back. Her combat smock deflected the bullet, but the pain was real. "Dammit," said a rascally voice, "I knew a 9mm wouldn't do diddly against that smock. I need at least a 14mm."
    "That's you alright, Mr Big," said the fallen Marshal, the voice undeniably female. "Only cowardly men shoot women in the back."
    "Shame on you, Marshal. You're counting on your femininity to give you an advantage. Show yourself so can I shoot you properly. Marshal?" Big looked around. He hadn't seen or heard the Marshal move. That could only mean she had optical cammo on and...
    Big had the gun knocked out of his hand by an unseen assailant. Then somebody bodily grabbed hold of him and slammed him into a wall. Using his yoga experience, Big escaped his captor's hold. Ears alert, the little man attacked what looked like thin-air. He was rewarded with the sounds of solid hits. The female Marshal fell onto the floor, grunting in pain. Gleefully, Big jumped on the fallen body and found the invisible limbs with ease. Thanks to his heighten sense of touch, Big even knew the bust size of his attacker.
    Cackling with delight, Big reached for the Marshal's head in an attempt to remove the camouflage hood. "You Marshals sure are small in the chest department. You're a paltry 36C. How can you pleasure a man with bumps that small?"
    "You should be the one to talk, Mr Big. You have to hypnotize girls to get them in your bed. Otherwise they'll laugh at your mighty sword."
    "Shut up! I'll see that callouse face that mocks my manhood!" Big ripped off the hood. He was shocked to find a face that he never expected to see staring back at him. "Oh No! Not you!"
    With a wicked grin, Captain Patricia Laramie of the New Darwin Police gave Big a powerful head-butt. The little criminal sprawled on the floor in considerable pain. "You pervert! You make all those poor girls at the casino drink that potion-tainted lollywater. Even worse, you've stolen my precious grandkids, intent on making them your very own pillows of living breast-flesh. In the name of the Laramie family I will punish you!"
    "Stop! Arrest me! It's your duty as a law-enforcement official!" Big crawled away from Laramie in terror. There's nothing more dangerous than a vengeful grandmother.
    "I'm not here in the capacity of a police officer. The Marshal's Office considers me a 'civilian auxiliary' and not legally required to arrest you. Besides," Laramie said wickedly, "you're immortal and would evade arrest anyway, but I'll put the fear of God into you. Remember this?" Laramie whistled. The sound of an approaching dog collar made Big even more pale. Into the room trodded Smudge. Like Laramie, the little dog wore a camouflage smock. Only it's muzzle and eyes could be been. With glee, the police woman pointed at Big. "Smudge, attack."
    It was a downright comical sight, seeing a 5-kilo dog attacking a quite terrified supercriminal. Big tried to get up on some furniture, but Smudge latched onto his posterior, biting with the force of a mastiff. After a two minutes of unrelenting savagery Laramie called off Smudge. Big's clothes were ripped and torn. The seat of his pants were gone, revealing stereotypical purple polka-dotted boxer shorts.
    "Big, I have just one question. Do you prefer the window or the stairs?"
    "What do you mean?" Big stood up, still trembling from the effects of Smudge's attack.
    "You usually make a flashy exit. But this time I have the choice. I'll save you the trouble and open the windows for you." Laramie blasted several windows open with her machine pistol. The cold night wind made Big shiver terribly. "Now, do you want to go downstairs and face my friend? She's armed with a mircogrenade launcher. I'm sure she'll have some rounds left after finishing off the BATs. Or you can take the quicker exit."
    Smudge's growling made up Big's mind. He jumped out the window. Though immortal, Big expected his body to be covered with nasty bruises after his fall of several thousand meters.
    Laramie picked up Smudge and gave him an appreciative pat on the head. She prepped her comm unit. "Patty to Verny, how's things on your end? Over."
    "I've put those walking appliances to rights. You need help up there? Over."
    "No need, Verny. Me and Smudge will do the rest. Over and out." Determined, Patty made for the living quarters. In the common hallway Smudge sniffed the air. He whined when the duo came upon a particular door.
    Reflexes ready, Patty barged into the room and rolled into a firing position. Before her stood Albert, looking surprized. Out of the corner of her eye Patty saw two women with oversized breasts huddled on a bed. They looked frightened. "Okay, Albert," Patty breathed, her gun leveled at Albert's gut. "I know this gun can't harm you, but if as so much touch those girls I'll kick you through the uprights. You best leave now and retrieve Big from the bottom of the mountain. You know how he hates to wait."
    Albert backed away, making for the secret door next to the bathroom. "Don't worry about the girls, Mrs Laramie. I'll persuade Big to say away from your kin from now on." With that said Albert retreated into the safety of the secret passage. Only then did Patty look at the girls.
    "Grandma Patty? Is that you?" said Sally as she tried to stand on wobbly legs.
    Patty wore her knowing smile. "When you girls get in a mix you really make a job of it. Compared to me, you're still babes. If you two weren't so big I would've laid you across my knee and paddled your impudent little butts!"
    "That's our grandma!" Vanessa cried. Both girls waddled over to Patty's waiting arms. Considering the size of her grandkids, Patty had to settle with placing her hands on their shoulders. Tears of joy were in abundance. "Grandma Patty, how did you ever find us? For all you know, we could've been anywhere."
    "Don't you worry about that just yet, Vanny. Grandma's not done hugging yet."
    "Grandma," said Sally playfully, "this is more like smothering."
    "Hush, you wayward child. Grandmothers are the rock of the earth." Patty moved in closer, letting the girls rest their tear-stained faces on her chest. "Grandma's here for you."
 

[Epilogue]

Sally and Vanessa's families gathered at Maryland Hospital in New Darwin. The girls were recuperating in a room that had independent gravity control. Bathing and walking at .75g was less tasking, especially when you're saddled with enormous norks.
    "Sally, just how big are you?" asked Mark, Sally's 17-year-old kid bother. "You must feel that you'll snap in two if you stood up."
    "Oh, I can stand up all right. But not often. Besides, me and Vanny are getting smaller as we speak." Sally patted her muumuu-covered breasts. "We both have 326 centimeter busts. By this time next week we'll be at 308 centimeters."
    "I'm wondering about something. I know how nanites blow-up breasts, but what about the reduction? What happens to the extra mass?"
    "Simple. The nanites remove the excess mass, converts it into inert material, and then that material is passed through the system."
    "Passed though? You mean all that boob fat comes out as poop? Gross! Too bad you can't make them smaller quicker and be done with it."
    "Just how small are you gonna make them?" said Jenny, Vanessa's older sister. "Vanny, I'm sure there's plenty of hunks who'll love you the way you are now!"
    "Jealous as usual, Jenny," teased Vanessa. "In eleven weeks me and Sally will be at 133 centimeters each. That's a bust/height ratio of .8 and a bra size of 34R. Much more manageable and still plenty big to attract the boys."
    Grandma Patty couldn't let that go. "Vanny, you mean you'll still be plenty big to entrap the boys. Remember, cleavage is a gift. Use it too much and no-one, especially cute boys, will appreciate it."
    "Speaking from experience, Grandma?"
    "Such impudence," Patty said in mock shock. "Keep that up and I'll show your baby pictures to the press."
    The girls giggled innocently. Patty turned to her friend that helped her rescue the girls. Commonwealth Marshal Veronica Styles was quite pretty and 'equipped' for one in her profession, especially with her prolong treatments and a calendar age of 90. "Verny, would you do the honors and tell everyone how we were able to find the girls?"
    "I'd be pleased, Patty." Verny grinned mischievously. "Some years ago there was a rash of kidnapings of schoolgirls in New Darwin. Patty wanted to give her granddaughters a foolproof location beacon that was invisible to all but the most intensive body searches. When they were 18, Sally and Vanessa had their wisdom teeth taken out. At the same time they had a special nanite injection. The nanites made a short-ranged location beacon inside each of the girls' bottoms. The beacons only had a range of one kilometer, which explains why it took so long to find the girls. An avalanche surveillance drone picked up the signals as it flew over Big's lodge."
    Sally blushed. "Gosh, I guess people were telling the truth."
    "The truth about what?" asked Vanessa.
    "That one wiggle of my bottom can say a thousand words!" Everyone had a hardy laugh.
    Patty's wristcomp beeped. She gave the comp's tiny screen a quick glance. "I hate to say it, but I have to go. Duty calls. And Nadia wants her 'cutey-little' Smudge back."
    Vanessa sighed, reaching down into her muumuu-covered cleavage. She withdrew Smudge from his sleeping place on Vanny's bosom-covered tummy. The little dog pouted; he so much liked sleeping between breasts. With some reluctance of her own, Vanny gave the miniature dachshund to Patty.
    Giving her granddaughters good-bye hugs, Patty had to say one last thing. "Girls, you know I'll always be here for you, but here's some advice. Make sure the next job you get doesn't require you to be two-thirds naked."
    "We promise, grandma," blushed Sally, "we promise."
 

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