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[Prologue]

Rose was reading the daily news file. There was a science article reporting on how wetware was declared safe for wide-spread use. The writer figured that the first people to receive them would be firemen, police, soldiers, and similar ilk. Rose was sure that the writer didn't know he was dead-on with some of that prediction.
     And, of course, the usual gaggle of neo-luddites would come out and say that wetware would be the worst thing since the internal-combustion engine. Funny, since petrol hadn't been used since the mid-21st century. Wetware promised to make mankind into a new species, crossing the line between all human and all machine. Instead of those disgusting cyborgs that were popular in the late 20th century, humans in the 25th and later centuries would still have their flesh, but would now have computers and implants riding inside them, taking care of their bodies like some doting mother. Prolong could make a man live as long as three centuries and his electronics could run off the minute amounts of electricity produced by his body. Nanites had been around for two hundred years and hadn't destroyed humanity. Indeed, nanites had helped man in his quest to further colonize space. Strange that a neo-luddite would bombast his audience from a platform that would've been twice as heavy and 10 times as weak than one built by nanites.
     Leafing through the rest of the file Rose saw an advertisement for an orbital pleasure palace. Among the low-gravity pools and null-gee ball courts this palace also offered 'natural pillows for the mature man'. She smirked at that image. Having been a living pillow eleven years ago Rose could attest that it wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
     Blue Steel was a more adult and mature comic than Boobs in Blue (the comic) and the animated Police Blue. Steel's counterpart is the live-action Boobs in Blue tri-dee drama. Steel stories weren't always centered on Lynnae and June. One issue focused on a mobster, seeing life through his eyes and how he interacted with his world. Another dealt with Chief Talbert, going through a typical day at police headquarters.
     Rose decided to use a secondary character from the Blue universe as the main character in a new Blue Steel issue. Wetware would be featured in this story, along with the description of a typical day of a �pillow woman�. Rose knew that whole gaggles of 14 year-old boys would suffer severe nose-bleeds just going through the first few sections.
 

1

Chief Talbert dismissed Lynnae and June. The duo bagged another set of badguys, but had to nail three of them in the process. This time Talbert knew it was true self-defense and not bloodlust as in the Feldor case. A minute later he heard a knock at the old-fashioned door. Ordering the figure to enter, Talbert continued to read Lynnae's report.
     Nadia Junker (German pronunciation) walked over to Chief Talbert's desk. He just waved a hand, indicating to her to sit down. Nadia was born of a very tall German father and a tiny Hindustani mother. The resulting child was quite striking. Nadia had almost all of her father's height, just 10 centimeters short of her father's two meter frame, and had his deep-blue eyes. From her mother she received warm brown skin. Where the dark red hair came from nobody knew. She was very athletic as a child and was on the basketball teams in high school and college. Her muscles had very good tone and she had the dexterity of a gymnast. The only shortcoming was her breasts; they were a rather modest B-cup. Her body could carry a much larger pair without detracting from her athletic build.
     Talbert looked up and saw his officer. Nadia passed up a promising career in basketball, or even modeling, to become a cop. Whatever loss the sports community suffered, the citizens of New Darwin were more than happy to overlook. Nadia was an excellent cop. In fact she was the first choice to receive wetware and other implants that had recently been made available. Being the trooper she was Nadia quickly learned to use her new equipment. It was now time to put her into the field.
     "Glad to see you, Nadia. I now have an assignment that will test your 'ware in the field. It has come to our attention that the mob is trying to muscle into the action of the orbital entertainment stations, branching out from the warehouse and orbital factories. Your job is to gather data and other incriminating evidence of mob pressure on the owners of one station in particular: the Cloud 9."
     Nadia nodded her reply. Cloud 9 was a haven for rich, elderly men. Men who could afford the 9's expensive and exclusive facilities. One of those facilities was the use of women as living pillows. Nadia frowned inside. Pillow women were possible due to the invention of nanites two centuries ago. She couldn't knock the fact that nanites had helped speed up the colonization of space by a factor of 100, nor their medicinal uses. What got her goat was the fact that they could inflate a woman's chest beyond all reason and decency. It was more often than not that a woman had her breasts reduced, not enlarged. Anyone with a pulse could get more than enough healthy food to eat. Women who would be otherwise be flatter in the chest now had large bosoms � all due to good food. But the mind of man often saw a woman's bust as a thing to inflate, even at the expense of a woman's self-esteem.
     Talbert continued to speak. "You'll be undercover, working as an employee just recently hired at the 9. You fit all the requirements to the T, except one. That deficiency can be fixed readily. Go see Dr Sung and he'll double-check your wetware. The 9's doctor will inject you with the nanites." Talbert handed Nadia a chip. She inserted it into her minicomp and read her undercover story. Talbert knew she'd reach that one piece of data that would make her look up at him. She reached it in ten seconds.
     "Sir, with all due respect, I don't like the idea of becoming a pillow of flesh for some rich old geezer to sleep on during a Sunday afternoon. Can't you get someone else?"
     Talbert's eyes showed his sympathy but his tone was firm. "The mob is very paranoid about being under surveillance. They strip and search every woman they sleep with. Your wetware and implants can only be found if the mob cuts into you and knows what to look for. I doubt that they'll go to that extreme, especially since you'll be a pillow of living flesh."
     Nadia had more to say. "Sir, I appreciate the concern but I don't see how the mob will air their dirty laundry when they're asleep. Sleeping on my bust to be more exact."
     The Chief smiled, making Nadia wonder what could be in his mind right now. "Forgotten so quickly about your wetware? It can record everything you see, hear, smell, touch, taste, and even think. One of your implants can make a person talk in his sleep. With some subtle prompting, a mobster can say where he buried his first victim fifty years ago. Besides, you are the first one in this department to be augmented. Please say yes to this relatively easy assignment now or my superiors will have me send you on an even tougher one."
     Nadia saw the unspoken request in the Chief's eyes. He was right, of course. If she didn't take this assignment now then she would be sent on some job that would test her wetware to the fullest. Of course, it would be most likely that the wetware would be the only thing to come back from that tougher assignment. Squaring her shoulders Nadia replied. "I do believe I'll find the time on Cloud 9 to my liking."
     "Good choice, Nadia," Talbert said. "I'll inform Dr Sung to expect you in a few minutes."
 

2

Cloud 9 was an orbital station, some 8 million metric tons of metal and clearsteel. It was home to over 20,000 people and numerous leisure-based businesses. The Cloud 9 Club, the one that gave the name to the station, employed over 500 people. Of that number, 30 were very special women. In addition to performing zero-gee acrobatics and low-gravity dance routines these women also served as living pillows for men that could afford the 1,000 credit per night charge.
     Nadia arrived with a group of new employees, ones whose breasts in a matter of weeks would be as large as beanbags. After settling in they saw the 9's medical staff. The head doctor was practically beaming with delight when he saw Nadia. She was the tallest in the group; the next one was 15 centimeters shorter than her. That meant Nadia's frame could handle a much larger bust. She groaned inside when the doctor showed her the final size. Including the flesh pushed in by her arms, her hands would be 40 centimeters short of reaching the nipples. Good thing that she'd be spending the majority of her time in 50% or less gravity. In a quick and simple operation all 30 women had micropumps installed. Even at zero-gravity they needed those pumps to assist their hearts to move blood in and out of their soon-to-be enormous breasts.
     Next was the dance instructor. It was her task to teach her new charges to dance in low and zero-gravity. During the next few weeks the instructor (called Coach by everybody) ran the girls ragged. Nadia was reminded of her basketball coaches in high school and college. Coach wasn't afraid to use swear words and hardly a day went by without exhausting her potty-mouth vocabulary. After the first four weeks Coach mellowed a bit, and only swore when necessary.
     At the fourth week all the women were now sporting basketball-sized knockers, all due to sixth-generation nanites. If these nanites could speak they'd say their motto was: "Building More Faster With Less." Earlier generation nanites could make a pocket of fat capable of holding 20 times its own volume in air. A sixth-generation nanite could make that same pocket hold five times that amount. As a result a woman could eat normally and still expect to have an expansive chest � and be quicker getting it.
    It was the last practice of the day at the end of that fourth week. Coach told her girls to 'hit the showers'. In no time, Nadia and her new friends were washing away. Each week they had to use more soap on their chests. The undercover cop had found out that the women were not vapid, empty-headed bimbos. Indeed, these women were strong-willed and independent. They saw the job as an excellent way to earn money. They knew the living conditions were regal and the clientèle was noticed for its maturity. The work contract for the 9 was two years, non-renewable. In that time a pillow woman would earn enough to live on for eight years and even start up her own business.
     Nadia's new-found friend Tina was a paleontology student, of all things. She was going to use her wages earned on the 9 to finance her exploratory digs. After washing up, Nadia and Tina headed for the common dining area, trading stories and the latest nickname for Coach, which was now Colonel Thighs. Coach earned that nickname because she was making her girls work out their muscles so when their breasts stopped growing they'd find it easier to carry them. After the meal the girls relaxed, listening to current pop music and watching the tri-dee. At the designated lights-out all the girls headed to their separate beds. Nadia was all too glad to hit the pillow. In a few weeks some man would be resting on pillows that were a part of her instead.
 

3

It was the start of the seventh week. Coach was almost sure her girls could do their routines and make any foul-ups look like part of the act. The next five days were continuous dress-rehearsals. Nadia laughed at that, considering that what the girls had to wear could hardly be considered dresses.
     What the girls wore were thongs. Along with simple bands on their wrists, ankles, and neck the performers were exposed from head to toe. To top it off tiny pasties were applied to their equally tiny nipples. Each girl's 'clothing' was a different color. Nadia had yellow and she agreed that it contrasted well with her brown skin. Coach barked out the dance sequence, and this time there were no screw-ups. Deciding that she was on a roll, Coach had her girls do the routine four more times to music. During the routines Nadia noticed some men watching from a skybox. They were all owners of the Cloud 9 and were pleased to see their new employees coming along quite well. In dance and in bust.
     A break was called and Nadia gratefully sat on a bench. Her watermelon-sized breasts were light thanks to the nanite-built flesh but walking with them was a little tricky. Running a hand over her new mass Nadia went over the data her receptors and wetware had collected and analyzed. The 9 had seen more people linked to the mob showing up in the past two weeks. Impromptu meetings between the 9's owners and mob contacts had started just two days ago. Nadia had implanted an observation program in the station's network, tasking it to watch all known mob members. In time she hoped that she would collect enough evidence to call in the big guns and arrest those mobsters. In the meantime Nadia continued to play the part of a top-heavy dancer who was getting bigger in the chest all the time.

It was the end of the eleventh week. All the girls chests had stopped growing and this was the last night they were going to spend alone. After tomorrow's performance they'd be receiving their first 'customers'. Coach and the owners briefed the girls on the procedure. They were to be accommodating, but were not allowed to have sex. If the client forced himself on a girl then she was to use a special microphone implanted in the throat. Several well-muscled and huge men would enter and take away the imposer. In all the club's history it had only happened three times; the last one was five years ago. The word had gotten around: sleep but do not screw.
     The girls had to also become used to sleeping at zero-gravity. After a little trial and error they adjusted quickly. It was just as well. Despite their light weight, even bean-bag sized bosoms pressing down on you while sleeping can induce a sense of drowning. Nadia was all too glad to sleep at zero-gee now. The sensation of her really large mass pressing on her was making sleeping difficult. Now she could dream peacefully.
     The doctor had been a little off. When her arms pressed into her massive breasts her hands were 44 centimeters short of reaching her nipples, not 40. Nadia knew that with her exotic beauty all the men would want her as first pick. She was guaranteed that the mobsters would want her to sleep on. She could hardly wait to make them talk in their sleep and reveal their secrets.
     Nadia drifted off into her dream in which she was a goddess, cupping a world she had just created in her hands. Seeing that it held no life the goddess cried, her tears falling on the world, making the oceans. Her breath became the air and wind. Knowing that the rest of her universe was devoid of stars more tears came down her face, making the rivers and lakes on her world. Then her ample chest grew. Her mounds were now bigger than her world and expanding even faster. Soon the whole universe was breasts, forcing the very fabric of space to expand. Then her breasts shrank, releasing milk that would become the sun and stars. Some of the milk landed on the world, causing new life to spring up. The goddess was happy. She cradled her new world to her bosom, giving it her warmth and protection.
     Nadia was jerked awake by her alarm. Commanding the alarm to shut off, she wondered if all the other women had similar dreams about being an ultra-buxom goddess. It was 7 a.m., time for breakfast and the morning workouts. Getting up carefully she commanded the room computer to bring the gravity up to 50%. Quickly adjusting to her new weight Nadia carefully maneuvered her bean-bag sized breasts out of the specially-shaped doors to the dining area. They were serving pancakes with syrup today, her favorite.
 

4

It was now the thirteenth week. Nadia had the pleasure of having twelve men, four of them repeats, using her as their pillow flesh. One of her implants acted on the sleeper's brain, making them more talkative and open to suggestion. So far she had found that three of her customers, all mobsters and repeaters, had quite colorful pasts. One was a mob enforcer, boasting in his stupor that he bagged 25 men. Another was a mob accountant, gleefully telling how he was able to get money washed right under the noses of the Commonwealth Treasury inspectors. The third was much more modest in his acts. He was simply an errand boy, making pickups and drop-offs. Not much to prosecute with but every little bit helps.
     The rest of her customers were sad, lonely old men. Their wealth could buy virtually anything, or anyone, they wanted. But these men, too, found that the old adage of 'money doesn�t buy happiness � you can only rent it' was true. The men all saw their families grow up and move on. Their wives have either died or divorced them. Their children, nice on the outside, could hardly wait for their rich daddy to die and will the wealth over into their sticky hands. Female �companions� only saw old men with obscene amounts of cash. Cash that they wanted for their own.
     Forced into an island of solitude to protect themselves from ruinous affairs, these men had only one respite: the pillow women of Cloud 9. There they could find a supportive bust to rest on, know that these women had no intention of manipulating them. Nadia didn't approve the use of women as flesh pillows but she did sympathize with the old men's plight.
     Nadia had a new customer on the 12th night. A relatively old man (he was 56), this pillower certainly looked his age. Like everyone else the mob had access to Prolong and due to its expense it gave it only to those members that proved effective. This man looked like he didn't do enough to earn Prolong. Nadia noticed some scars on his back and arms. Scars are still considered a badge of honor in the mob. Obviously this man was in a lot of scrapes and fights. As he settled his head into her cleavage Nadia activated the implant. It was supposed to make the man open to suggestion. She was surprised when it didn't work.
     Perhaps he's not fully relaxed, she thought. I'll give him a few hours and try again. Those hours went by and she tried again. Still no response. Intrigued, Nadia slipped a hand down his face, wondering if he was wearing some mind-shielding device. When her hand came over his left ear she felt a little shock. A shock that could only come about if one receptor came into contact with another.
     Is this man a cop? Well I guess there is only one way to find out. Nadia sent a identification pulse to the man's receptor. In an instant a reply came from that man's wetware, confirm that the man was indeed a cop. One Harold T Walkens, Commonwealth Marshall, to be exact.
     Harold stirred, and replied to Nadia's probing. Wow, he "said" over his wetware, one never really knows who they'll bump into in this line of work. Nadia could sense the devilish grin on his face and she could only produce one of her own in reply.
     With that the two cops exchanged information via their wetware. Harold was on long term assignment from the Marshall's Office, being a deep undercover plant in the mob in the Outback system. He'd had his wetware installed four years ago and had used it to finagle his way into the mob. He was on an assignment similar to Nadia's. He was to observe his mob boss and nail him when he bribed the owners of the Cloud 9.
     The night passed quickly. At 7:30 the following morning it was time for the pillowers to be leaving. Harold gave a nice hug to Nadia's right breast, causing her face to flush warmly. After taking a shower he left, giving one last wink at Nadia. She knew that he'd be back, and really looked forward to their next 'pillowing'.
 

5

It was five days later. Nadia and the other women were having breakfast. Due to their immensity they had to eat at zero-gee and floating. Otherwise their busts resting on their laps would be right in front of them and higher than their heads. After polishing off her eggs Nadia heard a dog whining. Smudge, the mascot of the Pillow Performers, was floating in front of her, expecting a tidbit. Unable to resist the miniature Dachshund's pouting face Nadia gave her sausage patty to him. He wolfed it down and proceeded down the line.
     Smudge served to test the women's breast sensitivity. A woman who kept getting aroused from touching her breasts didn't make for a good pillow. As a result selected nerves were deadened by nanites. To make sure they worked Smudge was used to crawl through the cleavage and rest on each woman's bust. If the little dog so much as made a woman giggle a few more nerves were shut down for the duration of her employment.
     With breakfast over Nadia headed for the gym and spent the next two hours exercising. Even at 50% gravity, bone and muscle loss occurred. In addition to diet and exercise some nanites were used to maintain bone strength and muscle mass. After gym work and a shower it was music practice followed by lunch. The afternoon was filled with dance practice and some free time. Then it was work. Then singing, dancing, zero-gee acrobatics and parading. After the performances the clientèle got in line and made their choices. The men wore pajamas while the pillow women had on proper panties. After a full 8 hours the clients left and whole process started again. That went on for six nights a week.
     Cloud 9 is closed on Mondays. On those days the pillow women could do their shopping and other business around the station without drawing attention to themselves. There were no children on the station, and all the adults on the 9 were chosen for their maturity. Violators found themselves sent to Outback on the next shuttle. Pillow women could still be used on Mondays, but the price was ten times normal. Harold, thanks to his mob money, had the pleasure of meeting Nadia again.

The two undercover cops exchanged information. It appeared that Harold's mob boss, one Larry Stavrol, was going to arrive on Cloud 9 in two weeks. Undoubtedly Stavrol would make the owners of the 9 an offer they can't refuse. Thanks to the wetware the duo could remain in communication without speaking. Since the station's sensors couldn't pick up the signals they could 'talk' to their heart's content.
     Harold was walking around Nadia's luxurious quarters, pondering on a thought. Then he saw two small medallions on the wall. He removed them and showed them to Nadia, who was reading a file pad that was resting on the shelf of her breasts.
     What are these, some good luck charms? Harold was holding the little disks so Nadia could see them. At her prompting he gave them to her.
     She smiled like a little girl. Oh, those are representations of the two Hindu gods I worship. Something my mother made me do when I was a girl. Here, I'll explain them to you. She showed one medallion to Harold. This one's Hanuman, a monkey god. He's a hero and sworn to serve Lord Rama, god of justice. Hanuman is the bearer of courage, hope, intellect, and devotion. Four qualities that cops should have, don't you agree? She winked slyly at Harold, making him blush. Wearing his medallion is something of a good-luck charm. On my six years on the force I've never received anything worse than a scratch.
     Harold softly placed his hands on Nadia's breasts, pressing lightly. I can vouch for that. You're as smooth as a doll, he said. Nadia pushed her bust up, making Harold fly back into the wall and giggle. Nadia resumed her little lecture.
     On the other medallion is Gauri, goddess of purity and austerity. My parents lived quite a spartan lifestyle and I had few personal possessions as a kid. Needless to say my apartment is a rat's nest of junk and storage boxes. I really made up for lost time. Gauri also serves another purpose.
     Harold may his way back to Nadia, placing his head on her cleavage and looking at her face. What would that be, your ampleness?
     She returned his question with genuine seductiveness. Gauri is worshiped by girls in order for them to get virtuous husbands. Mom has really pressed that point home. And I took the liberty of looking up your records at the Marshall's Office down in New Darwin. Wetware really is useful, don't you think? Perhaps after our assignments are over we can spend more time together. Off duty and in our natural states, so to speak.
     Harold was surprised. Boy, you sure go after your objective once you made up your mind. So the eight-year difference in our ages won't disturb you, or your parents?
     Nadia shifted a little, causing Harold to settle deeper into her cleavage. They won't mind. And you do have a handsome face. Once that plastiskin makeup is removed, of course. Well, what will it be? Yes or No?
     Harold rolled over, letting his head and shoulders disappear even deeper into Nadia's ampleness. He was surprised to hear a yelp. It was Smudge. He had gotten between Nadia's breasts and had been there all afternoon and evening. He wiggled free and made for the door. It opened for him and he propelled his tiny, long body down the hall. The kitchen would be open and manned, and the cooking staff was always happy to feed the little black-coated dog.
     So that's where he was today. No wonder we couldn't find him. Nadia brushed some loose hairs off her chest.
     I'd say you passed your sensitivity test with flying colors. What I wouldn't do to be him for a few hours. Getting free food, being stuck between a women's breasts for over half a day...
     Like you're not doing that now, you lech. Nadia giggled, her mounds massaging Harold with the vibrations. You haven't answered my question.
     Harold replied with snoring and a time-honored line, made corny in his present state. Let me sleep on that.
     Seeing that he wouldn't talk anymore tonight Nadia drifted into slumber. Instead of dreaming about being a goddess her mind focused on getting Harold on a proper date. A real date and not some pillow fancy fixation.
 

6

The next two weeks passed quickly. One day had a group of fraternity members on a tour of Cloud 9 and spending the afternoon with the Pillow Performers, an award for raising money for charity. The muscle men where there just in case the frat boys got rowdy, but they didn't. The bright-faced boys were perfect gentlemen, always acting with utmost courtesy. In the end they did get their group photo with the pillow women. And each of them got a personal photo with his very own 'Pillow', the one moment they'd been waiting for.
     Nadia was surprised to find out that Tina's fiancé was there and had his photo taken with her. He must be a very understanding and supportive man to have his woman work here, she thought. If Harold isn't sent all over God's Creation with his work he'll make a good choice for me. Nadia brushed away the thought and give the boy she was posing with a quick peck on the cheek. He flushed nicely and the photographer was able to get the shot. The boy would definitely have bragging rights when they got home!

Harold had the pleasure of being with Nadia for six nights out of the fourteen before Stavrol arrived. They coordinated their efforts, setting contingency programming into the 9's computer nets. If everything worked out Stavrol would be seeing bars in the morning for the next 140 years. If not, then a few people could die, most likely Stavrol.
     Nadia went over Harold's personal file. His mother, a cop, had died 25 years ago in a shoot-out involving some of Stavrol's goons. Nadia was concerned that Harold would settle for a dead Stavrol rather than a live one.
     Don't worry about that, Nadia. I won't let my emotions get the best of me. Harold sounded sincere over the link. You were 'thinking out loud', so to speak. They may not have proven reliable telepathy in people but wetware is the next best thing, don't you agree?
     You naughty boy. Don't you know reading a girl's thoughts without her consent is a no-no? Nadia jiggled her chest to emphasize her point, causing Harold to slip even deeper into her. Besides, you haven't answered my questions from all those days ago.
     Harold once again pretended to be asleep. Nadia, my dear, I consider what we've been doing as dates. Admittedly it just revolves around me sleeping on your generous bosom and swapping cop stories, but I can safely say we're past first base. Second will have to wait until after the job is done. And Harold truly closed down, his world becoming dreams surrounded by warm flesh.
     Nadia sighed. Harold was proving to be interesting. If only he would commit himself, but the life of a cop could test even the patience of a saint. The inflated cop herself went to sleep, dreaming her own romantic fantasies.
 

7

Larry Stavrol arrived. After the nightly performance he bought out all the girls at triple the price. They were all taken to a special 'pillow amphitheater' where all the women and their pillowers could spend the night together. Showing his favor Stavrol had Harold take first pick. Naturally he chose Nadia. The two cops watched in anticipation. Their wetware amplified whatever sounds they picked up and they were able to listen in to Stavrol's spiel to the station's owners.
     It was coming close to the time for the owners to make a decision when one of Stavrol's flunkies showed up and whispered into his ear. Neither of the cops could make out what that flunky was saying, speaking in such low tones. Stavrol's eyes lit up. The flunky handed him a small vial, and the crime lord rose up out of his pillow (which was Nadia's friend Tina). He floated over to Harold.
     "Jasper (Harold's cover name), my associate here has received some disturbing news concerning you. I have in my hand a tool to determine whether or not he's correct. If he's not, then he'll die. If he's right then he'll take your place." With that Stavrol sprayed the contents of the vial on Harold's face. In a minute the plastiskin makeup dissolved, exposing his natural face and forming icicles of plastic on his chin and cheeks.
     "So, you're a cop. I'm very disappointed, Jasper. Or whatever you call yourself. Your talents served me well for the last four years. Now I'm sad to say that I'll miss you."
     Needless to say Nadia used her throat mic to call in the guards, but it didn't work. Using her receptors she accessed an open data port that was in line of sight. She found that the owners had placed a lock-out on communications and the station's computer. That meant she couldn�t raise the undercover cops who mingled with the 9's guards outside. Denied that tool Nadia thought quickly.
    Harold was sweating hard. He too was trying to find a way to get help and stop Stavrol. The mob boss signaled his other men, thirteen in all, to get up. Even though they had no weapons their fists were all too capable of turning Harold into a pulp. Stavrol had his men guard the two doors and motioned to his own bodyguard, Wilbur, to join him.
     Wilbur grabbed Harold's pajama front and jerked him up to eye-level. Considering that Harold was as tall as Nadia that really made Wilbur a walking mountain. The bodyguard waited for his boss to give the word. It never came.
     The amphitheater was normally used as a tennis and racquetball court. Nadia's wetware accessed the controls for the ball throwing machines and brought them out of storage. The mob thugs now found themselves under assault by balls being shot out at maximum velocity. She also had the two doors opened and accessed the room�s PA system. Using her throat mike Nadia yelled out for help. The 9's guards came in and were more than eager to save their expansive damsels in distress.
     That still left Wilbur. In one swift twist and lunge, Nadia kicked Wilbur, making him release Harold. The now-freed cop gave a quick chop to Wilbur's neck, making him sleep forever. Stavrol was far from resigning. He barked out an order to the computer, ordering it to raise gravity to normal. The pillow women were now impeded by their masses, including Nadia. Stavrol had gotten behind her and placed a choke-hold around her neck.
     "OK, supercop. Here's the deal. I don't want to go to prison. You don't want me to kill your pillowmate. Since you're afflicted with a conscience you have no choice but to let me get away. Now."
     Harold felt helpless. He and Nadia knew that there was always the chance that this would happen. Regardless of what his superiors might think Harold was not about to let Stavrol get away again. His thinking was interrupted when he heard a dog growl.
     It was Smudge. He could see his primary food-giver was in trouble and wasn't going to let her come to harm. He leaped and chomped on Stavrol's ankle, making him release his hold on Nadia. After several shakes he finally got the dog off. With one swift kick poor Smudge was sent skidding across the floor, whimpering when he came to a stop.
     Whatever sick pleasure Stavrol had in kicking Smudge disappeared when Nadia turned suddenly, knocked the crime lord down with her bust. Before he could respond she fell on him. Pressing her arms into her breasts she began to suffocate him. She spoke like an angered goddess. "Bastard! Kicking a dog that was protecting his mistress is the lowest of the low. I'll be sure to add that to your list of crimes when you go on trial, you pathetic excuse for a man! In the name of the New Darwin Police I arrest you. You have the following rights. One... "
     While Nadia gave the mobster the dog-and-pony show Harold checked out what else was happening. The 9's guards had made quick work of the mob flunkies and had called in the doctor. The owners were undoubtedly happy at being saved, and the pillow women were definitely so. Hearing Smudge still whimpering, Harold went over and gently picked up the dog. Some bones were broken and the dog yelped in pain when Harold did his impromptu examination. Gently stroking the dog's coat Harold went over to Nadia, who was wrapping up the arrest procedure. Even in normal gravity she was still able to get up gracefully. Stavrol's breathing was labored as he filled his air-starved lungs. Seeing Smudge injured made Nadia mad. She couldn't help but give a swift, backward kick to Stavrol's groin. The mobster simply went under from the pain.
     Eyeing Harold with a conspiratorial air Nadia spoke. "Oh dear. I guess in my report I'll have to say that Stavrol was resisting arrest. Kicking him was the only way to keep him from escaping. Harold, you will, of course, say the same thing in your report?"
     Harold didn't need to see Nadia's deep blue eyes for him to respond. "Yes, he was quite intent on escaping. Seeing that you couldn't get a hold on him a swift kick to the groin was the only way you could stop him."
     "Thank you, Harold. Even though you look like a melted wax figure I have something to give you." With that Nadia ordered the room to zero gravity. She gracefully stepped up into the air, flipped over and turned. With flawless precision she landed a kiss on Harold's forehead. The other pillow women and the 9's owners gave a round of applause and whistles. Good thing they couldn't see Harold's blushing face underneath all that melted plastiskin.
 

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After all was said and done Stavrol now slept in a sunless plasticrete cell several hundred meters underground in New Darwin. Harold had his plastiskin removed and his natural, handsome face was back. Nadia, the ultra-buxom cop, was now on temporary duty on Cloud 9 until her bust shrank back to normal. Her wetware had proven that she could enter a computer network like the proverbial cat burglar. It was now Nadia's job to patch the holes and teach the security staff some new tricks, without disclosing how she and Harold were able to do so in the first place.
     Overall, the assignment kept Nadia on Cloud 9 for 252 days. A week after Stavrol's arrest Nadia invited her parents to Cloud 9. She told them about her recent job so they wouldn't be too shocked at seeing their daughter in her 'expanded' state. But she kept one surprise in hand.
     Karl and Anla Junker were happy to see their daughter unharmed (well, mostly unharmed) from her undercover job. They meet in her room in zero gravity. That way they could still see her face. Anla was glad to see that her prayers to the gods were answered. Nadia finally had a chest, even though it was through nanites and the gods had made good on lost time by giving her the breasts of fifty women. Nadia had her father's height and eyes, and she had her mother's skin and bosom (a really ample bosom, but a bosom nonetheless). That still left the dark red hair a mystery.
     Harold was also in the room. The Junkers were not all that surprised when they saw Harold and Nadia holding hands; it was the engagement rings that made them smile. Seeing that the time was late the parents made their goodbyes. Mr Junker kissed his daughter on the cheek, having to do it from behind because of her massive chest. Mrs Junker settled on hugging her daughter's breasts, giving a gentle kiss to each one. Both parents gave a devilish wink at the young couple, with Mrs Junker practically telling her daughter to 'have a good night'.
     The door closed and Harold spoke. "Boy, your mother is a gem. But I wonder. Was your father afraid of overwhelming your mother when they first coupled?"
     Nadia lowered the lights and removed the color bands around her ankles, wrists, and neck. She wore shorts but this time they too came off. She prompted Harold to take off his clothes and help her remove the pasties from her tiny nipples. "You'll be surprised. When I was fourteen my parents gave me the facts of life. They also told me about their first night. Dad admitted that Mom almost overwhelmed him. I guess a tiny, endowed Hindustani woman packs more oomph than a harem."
     Harold knew that Nadia was no longer working for the Cloud 9 Club. But that prohibition against having sex with a pillow woman was still on his mind. Seeing his indecision, Nadia pressed her chest into him. Harold didn't mind one bit.
     "Got some good news today. Smudge will be all healed by tomorrow, no thanks to Stavrol. The owners have decided to give him to me, along with a generous donation to the police charity drive. Doctor Larson has injected the reduction nanites into me this afternoon. Thanks to the wonders of sixth-generation nanites in eight weeks my breasts will be the size of basketballs."
     Harold's eyes widened with pleasure. "Not all the way back, honey? Like the way large bazooms enhance your already exotic looks?"
     Nadia pushed Harold back into a wall, her cleavage entrapping him. "You bet your pension. Even before this assignment the grab-asses back at the station didn't touch me. They'll never dream of doing it now. They risk being beaten up or suffocated." The female cop giggled, her breasts massaging Harold's chest. "Back to myself, Doctor Larson did one more thing. He had the nerve dampening nanites deactivated."
     Harold took the cue and placed his hands over Nadia's nipples. She moaned appreciatively. Harold then rubbed his hands over Nadia's expansive front. In a matter of minutes her already enormous bust had swelled up. At the end she guessed that her hands fell short of her nipples by 77 centimeters instead of 44.
     Nadia sweated from pleasure. "I hope that there's no emergency evacuation during the next few hours. It'll take that long for the swelling to go down, and I can't get out of this room until then. That's the main reason for the 'no sex with the pillows' rule." With a tiny kick against the wall the couple floated ever so slowly across the room. Nadia parted her breasts, allowing Harold to move in closer. They kissed, and Harold placed an arm around Nadia's head and another on her right breast, stroking and petting it.
     In between a set of strokes Nadia made one last observation. "Don't forget to deactivate your wetware, dear. I'm not keen on having Dr Sung find out about our ... testing."
     Harold now had an arm on each breast, making wide circles with his hands on Nadia's ample flesh. "Nadia, he'll know anyway. Your birth-control implant will prove that we've spent the night together." Harold stopped for a moment and gave his woman a passionate kiss. "Besides, I'm sure the doctor will have the decency to keep this information to himself." Harold then launched himself into Nadia. She replied by pushing Harold's head into her chest, down into her valley of cleavage. This would be the only night they would have together while Nadia was this big. They certainly made it memorable.
     In the morning it took Harold a full minute to extract himself from Nadia's cleavage. Her bust had shrunk back to its still impressive size and Harold had found himself stuck tight. Nadia knew he could pull himself out. She felt little rushes of pleasure as he moved away, centimeter by centimeter, from her. When he got out he gave an extra-strong hug to each breast, clearly enjoying himself. Like last night, her bust swelled up. And again it would take a few hours before she could leave the room.
     "Sorry, honey. I just couldn�t resist."
     Nadia crossed her arms atop her enlarged mass, putting on the air of a person looking for redress of a wrong. "Well, mister, I can't leave for the next few hours and the same goes for a shower. I can't get into the bathroom. Just be glad that I have an iron-cast bladder. How will you make up for it?"
     Putting on an apologetic face, Harold crept over and placed his head on Nadia's bust. "Looks like breakfast will have to be delivered this morning. Pancakes or cold cereal with milk?"
     Casting a seductive eye over her enlarged mounds, Nadia made her choice. "Cereal with milk. Lots of milk."

[Epilogue]

Blue Steel issue 55 was the most-autographed comic at the next convention. Rose wondered if it was because of the acres of breast flesh it depicted. She was surprised by the amount of fan mail saying that they liked the story for the love interest. The pillow usage came in a distant second. At least some fans knew that love is more than having breast flesh surface-area greater than the rest of body combined.
     Charlie, Rose's husband, certainly knew that to be the truth. On romantic nights he certainly got more pleasure dancing close with Rose than from resting his head on her B-cup top. And Rose got more out of dancing with Charlie than by having his pot belly pressing into her own flat stomach. As she would say, "to each their own".
 
 

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