Ample Amber

Blue Undercover
Police BlueEpisode 8-04: Ample Amber
by Plato Voltaire
Copyright 1998

Ratings Advisory: The Earth Media Content Group has determined that this story can only be read by people above the age of 18. It contains subjects and situations that are suitable only for mature audiences. Parents with underaged children will need to activate their content-advisory programs now.

[Prologue]

In all four incarnations of Blue (Boobs in Blue - comic, Police Blue - animated, Boobs in Blue - The Series [BIBTS], and Blue Steel - comic) the writers strived to maintain a flow of continuity. BIBTS started in 2408 and lasted for 72 episodes. After that four movies came out, in 2412, '13, '14, and '15 respectively, featuring the BIBTS cast. Police Blue started in 2409 and had seven seasons under its belt when BIBTS-2 came on the air in 2416.
Boobs in Blue and Police Blue are set in the same story universe. Likewise Blue Steel and BIBTS complimented each other. Generally a story idea from one universe can cross into the other one. Mr Big, the main villain in Boobs in Blue and Police Blue, is an example.
Both 2416 seasons of Police Blue and BIBTS-2 have been planned out and penned. Each show had an episode dealing on how Amber, one of the supporting characters, got a chest. In BIBTS-2 that story was dealt in an adult manner and situation. Police Blue had to do it in a toned-down fashion. There are limits that even a T14-rated show had to follow, and the show's producers had to find a way to get Amber a chest that wouldn't 'cross the line'. Thanks to the pens of Quinnette Kendrick and Roselynn MacKenzie, the originators of Blue, the producers got the episode they needed.

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

Amber MacRoy fidgeted in her chair. She wasn't nervous; the chair was built to fit comfortably someone much bigger than Amber's 1.42 meter frame. After trying for a few moments Amber gave up and faced the two people in front of her.
    Chief David Talbert and Captain Patricia Laramie sat behind a plain table. Talbert was rather short for a man, but had eight additional centimeters of height over Amber. Laramie stood an even 1.8 meters, and in comparison made Amber look like a child, a fact that Amber resented at times. As with any other cop, Amber graduated from the Police Academy expecting to hit the streets running. Instead, she barely had two years' worth of street patrol. The other six years had been spent as a dispatcher, maintaining records, and working public service projects. Amber suspected that the two senior officers in front in her had something more in mind than a simple reassignment.
    Talbert cleared his throat. "Officer MacRoy, let me say that your work to date has been exemplary. The police force functions effectively by using the diverse skills of its members. I have an assignment that requires your particular experience and background. Interested?"
    Amber sensed a 'bait-and-trick' scheme. It had happened to her before from other supervisors, and for a moment she forget to whom she was speaking when she replied. "Am I needed to guide another Scared Straight tour of Geddings Prison?" Amber knew her tone was less than neutral, hoping Talbert would know the reason why.
    "MacRoy, I know how you feel. As you know I'm the shortest man in the force, and it took everyone a long time to take me seriously. The assignment I have for you is no dog-and-pony show. It's an undercover stint." That got Amber's attention, and the Chief forged on. "For the past three years someone has been blackmailing girls at private schools here in New Darwin. All we know is that the girls were somehow injected with breast-enhancing nanites during the school year. After the girls finished blowing up a disguised man showed up, camera in hand, demanding to take their picture. If a girl refused then a very embarrassing fact about that girl is made publicly known. So far the officers we assigned to the case have been unable to generate leads or a positive ID on the blackmailer. The girls are too scared to talk. We need someone to pose as a fresh-face student, a likely candidate for blackmail."
    While Talbert took a short breather Amber took in what he had said. Amber had stopped developing when she was 15, and now at the age of 32 � and thanks to prolong � she still looked like a teenager in police blue. Only tiny crow's feet around her eyes belied her age. Additionally, the way she carried herself in her walk and her tone of voice left no doubt in anyone that Amber was a woman and not some girl play-acting.
    "Thanks to your public service stints, you have a command on the slang, jargon, and idioms that today's teenagers use. You were an actress back in college, and, pardon my frankness, your little body can still pass for a teenager. I won't jerk you along by saying this assignment plays to your strengths, but there is literally no one else who can pull this off. Otherwise we have to get actual kids. You can back out if you want, but you will have my word in writing that upon the successful completion of this job you can name any assignment posting you want."
    Amber looking into Talbert's eyes, looking for any hidden agenda or falsehood. She saw none, and Talbert wasn't the sort of man to raise false hopes in his people. "Okay, Chief, count me in. Seeing that there is two months before the start of school I assume that you want me to get into character as soon as possible?"
    Talbert cracked a smile and steepled his fingers under his chin. "Very perceptive of you. Your cover story will be uploaded into your minicomp immediately, but there is one thing I can tell you now. You won't be working alone. Patty here," Talbert indicated to the distinguished looking police woman next to him, "is going to be your 'mom'. We have to cover all our bases so the bad guys will be none the wiser. She'll get involved with school-related activities such as parties, football games, and field trips. Like you, Patty will keep her eyes open for any suspicious activity."
    Amber regarded Captain Laramie. Laramie had the physical age of a woman in her mid-50's, but thanks to prolong her actual age was 102. Her face had aged gracefully and her hair was turning a dull silver. She reminded Amber of her own grandmother, who herself had just turned 96 last month.
Amber wasted no time getting into character. "Well, Cap'n, look forward to me coming home six days a week saying, 'What's for dinner? I'm hungry!'."
    Laramie, unlike some of the senior officers, had a sense of humor. It showed in her reply. "It's roast beef with cabbage stew, and I expect you to wash your hands before dinner. I didn't raise you in a barn, you know." The three cops laughed at the little exchange, and they knew the chemistry was right.

The next two months passed quickly. Even with her knowledge, Amber knew she needed to practise her part with actual teenagers. Laramie was able to help in that department. She brought over her granddaughters and grandsons to her house every day so Amber could catch up on the latest lingo and phrases. Amber also had to dress like a teenager, and actually borrowed some of the kids' clothes, for the 'lived in' look. Additionally, Amber had the crow's feet around her eyes removed, making her 'disguise' complete.
Lydia Burbank Preparatory School, the school that Amber was going to attend in the fall, was named after the first planetary governor of Outback. All students had to wear uniforms, and to Amber's amusement those uniforms were based on the Japanese model. The boys wore spartan and neat black overshirts with gold buttons and neck-hugging collars. Black pants and shoes finished the suit. The girls wore simple dark-blue blouses and skirts with white trim. They also had red bows and wore their hair in ponytails. After putting on her school uniform Amber reflected that she looked like some life-sized doll. However, if anyone tried to take advantage of that fact they'd been in for a surprise. Amber never tolerated anyone trying to put her down, and with her combat skill and surprising strength she'd made any attempt to touch her the last one.

The first week of school was hectic. As it was for her 17 years ago Amber found high school a world unto itself. The football and soccer jocks (and janes) formed into their own little groups, with the cheerleaders being the magnet for all the most talented and bountiful girls. Amber herself joined the Chess Club, having been a star player when she was in school. The AV geeks naturally went around with cameras and palm-sized video recorders, ever in the search of a girl's flying skirt exposing her unmentionables. Amber remembered that happening to her, but at least the AV geek got away with his life at the expense of his camera.
    The third week had Amber walking down the main hallway. She opened her locker to retrieve her chemistry goggles and apron. A noise startled her, and she looked for the source. It was Gerald Velchet, the star football player, and his cheerleader girlfriend Kathy. Gerald looked rather pissed, talking louder with each word. Kathy slapped him and tried to leave. Gerald latched on to Kathy's arm and pulled her back. It must've been a strong hold because Kathy yelped in pain. She tried to pull away, but her domineering boyfriend wouldn't let her go.
    Amber had seen this happen before and resolved to stop it. She marched up to Gerald. "Yo, skinboy! Let go of Kathy, unless you want to join the opera."
    Gerald looked down on the little girl, the one that dared to talk smart to him. "Leave us alone, doll. What I have to say is between me and Kathy, so just buzz off." His right arm bolted, but Amber was able to side-step the blow.
    Thanks for throwing the first blow, you jerk, Amber thought. The other students in the hall witnessed the attempted hit, and would definitely state that what Amber was going to do next was in self-defense. Way back in high school Amber really hated it when her classmates called her 'doll'. In time they learned not to do that, as Amber learned various martial art techniques and used them on the more obnoxious name-callers. It cost her some time in detention and obligatory janitor work, but the word got around � if you want to get broken teeth just say the word 'doll' to Amber.
    Gerald was annoyed when Amber dodged his arm, but he couldn't rectify that mistake. He felt intense pain as Amber kicked his balls up between his ears. Truly incapacitated, Gerald was unable to put up any resistance. Amber finished him off with hits to his kneecaps and a blow to his chest, causing Gerald to fall like a tree. In no time the school principal showed up and hauled Amber to the office. After getting the facts and witness testimonies he decided that Amber's action was justified, but told her to use less force next time. It remained to tell Laramie (aka Ms Pavone) what her 'daughter' did.

The Gerald incident was barely thirty minutes old when the rest of the school found out. Amber was not surprised when the other students gave her lots of leeway when the lunch lines formed. If a little girl like Amber could take out the biggest jock in school then they certainly didn't want her to get mad at them.
She was afraid that no one would sit with her for lunch. She was relieved when a group of four girls gathered around and asked if they could sit with her. Amber attributed it to some kind of hero-worship, but she reminded herself not to let it go to her head. The four girls were taller than her, but were identical in one respect: they were flat-chested too. As the lunch progressed the girls asked if Amber could teach them those 'kung-fu' moves she used on Gerald. Amber chuckled, and told the girls that for two hours of practice each day for the next ten weeks they, too, could be kung-fu fightin' with the best of them. The afternoon passed all too quickly, and soon Amber was walking back to the apartment that she and her 'mom' were living in.

Laramie was only a little annoyed when Amber told her about the Gerald incident. "Damn, Amber. I didn't expect you to get this involved in your part. I can't have my cops, even if they're undercover, go around settling disputes with knee-breaking." Laramie was finishing up some stew on the stovetop.
    "I guess you had to be there, mom. I saw this happen when I was back in school. Now I won't stand idle while some poor girl gets put upon by her boyfriend."
    The older cop placed the stew pot on the dinner table and served Amber. "Well, next time, use your negotiation skills and diplomacy. Otherwise the school's football team will have all its players in the hospital."
    Amber giggled. "I promise, mom. But it has proven useful. I suspect the other kids will suck up to me in no time. I'll be in a position to hear all the dirt on what's happening, like the parties the cheerleaders have and road trips the jocks take after each game."
    "I didn't think of that, Amber. Just be a benevolent warrior and break no more knees. And stop calling me 'mom' while we're alone. Patty will do just fine," Laramie said as she served her own bowl and sat down.
    "Aye-aye, Patty. But are you still going to help me with my chemistry homework?"
    Patty looked at Amber with a stern face. "Oy! Kids these days can be so tasking." With that both cops giggled and continued with their dinner.

Amber finished her chemistry notes and closed the file. After tucking the file pad under her arm she went to the Chess Club Room. It was an hour after school and she didn't expect to find anyone in that room. It was empty save for one fellow club member: Wayne Vincenzo. The 16 year old boy was as good a chess player as Amber, and the two often played against one another. Wayne would've been the team captain but Amber, despite herself, held that title. Thanks to her new position in the school food-chain, Amber could've sat out on school activities and let everyone come to her, getting all the little tidbits of news. But Amber wanted to participate, and had to admit that Wayne was a very good chess player.
The two friends set up a board and started a game. As they made their moves Amber regarded Wayne's appearance. His dark hair and eyes complemented his cute face, and he was 35 centimeters taller than Amber. Wayne was friendly and intelligent, reminding Amber of her old boyfriend, the one that dumped her so many years ago.
Amber pushed aside that bad memory. She noticed that while she thought of Wayne her board position became untenable. Wayne had only three moves to checkmate. Amber conceded the game and left. The last thing she needed was to get involved with a boy, a boy that was half her age.

It was the fifth week of school. Amber decided to throw a slumber party and invited her four friends. The four were showing promise in their kung-fu lessons, and Amber drilled them like a venerable Shaolin warrior priest. Laramie was there also, checking on her 'daughter' every so often. After all, appearances had to be maintained.
    The slumber discussion soon revolved around boys, and naturally everyone wanted to know everything about each other's beaus. Julie, a modestly-sized brunette in the school's marching band, decided to grill Amber about her boyfriend. "So, how is Wayne? Have you two gone beyond sharing notes and playing chess?"
    "Not yet, but he's showing some promise. I think he's going to take me out for a sundae next time," Amber said with a conspiratorial air. The other girls giggled. They'd been at that stage already, if not further. They reflected that Wayne could be a little apprehensive about having a girlfriend who was all too capable of busting knees in a single chop.
    Amber could see that being a prohibition. And she certainly didn't want to raise Wayne's hopes up only to have to dash them later on. She tried to make it clear that she saw Wayne as a friend first and foremost. She really wanted to believe that too, but that cute boy was wearing down her defenses.
    "Well, Amber, just as you're teaching us kung-fu, we can teach you about making your beau commit himself," Julie said with a smirk. That started an advice session that lasted past midnight. By then all the girls were exhausted and went to sleep. Amber, despite herself, had a romantic dream involving Wayne. She could only hope that those dreams didn't turn into reality.

It was now six weeks since school had started and homecoming activities were in full swing. After the obligatory pep rally in the school gym the whole student body was given the afternoon off before the big game. Unconsciously, Amber and Wayne walked to a local park. She could only tell herself that by doing this it would help maintain her cover. Indeed, thanks to her position in the school's hierarchy she was in the know about everything. Private kegger parties, road trips, practical jokes, and cheating rings were brought to her attention. Amber passed that information along to Patty, who in turn passed it to the school administrators. And the students were none the wiser.
    The two friends were in side-by-side swings, moving in perfect rhythm. Amber looked at Wayne and reminded herself that he was half her age. Last Saturday was the homecoming dance, and Wayne was her date. Patty acted as the chaperone, keeping an eagle eye on the students and Amber. Thanks to that eye the punch wasn't spiked and the AV geeks were denied their cameras. There weren't even any forced panty shots during the dances! Afterwards, Patty escorted her two charges back to their respective homes. Amber, being ever mindful, sent Wayne home with a handshake instead of a kiss. She hoped Wayne got the message.
    It was good night for both of them, especially for Amber. She recalled her senior homecoming dance. It had been fourteen years ago and she was afraid it would repeat itself. Her boyfriend back then, Kelly, was cute and sweet as could be. But when he got to the dance he changed. Amber found out later that Kelly used her to get to the dance. Once there, he dumped Amber to go home with another girl. A girl with a chest. Amber was devastated, and spent a good part of the dance as a wall flower. She went home and cried into her pillow all night. She regarded that incident as the last straw. Men wouldn't take her seriously, she told herself. So she resolved to change that. After college Amber went to the Police Academy. If men couldn't take her seriously then they had to acknowledge the badge ... or pay the price for their indifference.
    "You okay, Amber?" Wayne noticed that Amber's face was taciturn.
    Amber shook herself. "I'm okay. I was just thinking about my dad. Wishing he was still around to see his little girl." As part of the cover story, Amber's 'dad' was a construction worker who died in a work related accident. Amber and her mother relocated from New Britannia (Outback's second largest city) to New Darwin; a relocation made easier because Amber could attend Lydia Burbank Preparatory School, having attended that school's twin in New Britannia. Her 'mother' (Patty) now worked part time as a records clerk, earning a salary to supplement a rather generous survivor's pension from her fake dad's death.
    "I'd say he would've been quite proud to see his little girl having a normal life, if I may be so bold," Wayne said. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to get you some ice cream and take you out to see the game tonight. Our team is odds-on favorite to win, even though Gerald isn't on the team. His knees are still healing."
    Amber giggled. "Well, you certainly know how to charm a girl. Just know that my mom is going to be there tonight also, so no funny stuff, okay?"
    Wayne took the hint in his stride. "Don't worry, Amber. I'll only touch you if you say so, and not before. I want to keep my original knees as long as possible" With that Wayne got off the swing and helped Amber out of hers. Hand in hand, they went to their favorite ice-cream shop. Always the gentleman, Wayne paid for both banana splits � Amber's favorite.

The gym class was coming to a close, and Amber was all smiles. The soccer game was particulary hectic, but thanks to her last kick the team won the game. In a scene fit for a conquering hero, her fellow classmates carried her on upraised hands. With the improved view Amber was able to get a good look of Coach Bert Carson's face.
Bert Carson, 33, was a pro football player for the New Darwin Devils. For eight years he served as a front lineman for that team, and had enjoyed his team's successes. But at a price. Even with 25^th century medical technology football could extract its toll. Bert always had bum knees and joints, and his aggressive play and size only contributed to his medical problems. He stood an even 2.2 meters tall, more than half again Amber's height, and broke the scales at 145 kilos (Amber weighed a little over 36 kilos). Nanite surgery couldn't keep up fixing his broken knees and other fractures. Deciding he had enough of football, Bert became a high school gym teacher and for the last year had worked at Burbank. His current salary was only a fraction of what he got as a pro player, and he didn't miss it for a minute.
Bert, in addition to his size, was quite a hunk. The girls would fantasize about being his girlfriend � or more. Amber had to admit she had her own puppy love crush on the man, but with his height she needed an assault ladder to see him face-to-face. With Bert's humorous personality and gentle nature Amber could see how any woman, regardless of her size, would want to be with him forever. Amber told herself that it would be just another unfulfilled fantasy, one that would take up another slot in her memory when the assignment was over.

It was a week before mid-terms, and Amber wasn't all that concerned. She could breeze through the tests without effort. Instead, she decided to help her friends study, and they appreciated the help. Especially Wayne. He might be a chess wizard, but when it came to math he was all thumbs. Amber had Wayne come over to her apartment for the last five nights. Patty was there too, adding her own two cents and making sure Wayne had no 'flighty fingers'. Amber knew Wayne wasn't that kind of boy, but she was wondering why he had been staring at her non-existent chest for the past three days. There were plenty of girls in school who'd matured quite nicely. Perhaps Wayne had only eyes for his girlfriend. If so Amber could only silently compliment him for his gland control.
After sending Wayne home Amber went to sleep. She had a particularly vivid dream in which she and Wayne were running in a lush green meadow. They were laughing and playfully fighting each other. Their comical battle ended under a tree, where the young couple engaged in a kiss. To her astonishment Amber saw her chest expanding from non-existence to the size of pumpkins. The sweater she had on was barely holding its own against the new mass, and Wayne had a gushing nosebleed.
In the morning Amber woke up and shook her head. "Boy, that was vivid. I never had anything like that when I was a teenager," she told herself. After rubbing her face Amber went into the bathroom to take a shower. She forgot to turn on the ventilator, and the mirror was all steamed up. It was only a minor inconvenience, and she proceeded to wipe off the mirror with her forearm. It was only then that she glanced down to her chest. Being a T14-rated episode the audience didn't get a look at that chest, but they did see Amber's exaggerated expression of surprise. "Gaw!! What's this? PATTY!" Amber still looked down in a mixture of shock and amazement. She had been so busy for the past week she hadn't noticed that she was finally growing a chest.

Patty looked at the tape and wrote down the number. "Third time's the charm, Amber. Looks like you're going to need a bra for the first time in your life. You're officially nine centimeters larger."
Amber was ironically amused. It seemed like the Blackmailer had finally struck, somehow injecting nanites into her and most likely some of the other girls in school. Medical nanites had a built-in safety feature. If exposed to open air for more than eight seconds nanites literally fell apart, so spreading them out on food wouldn't work. Nanites in anything other than a foul-smelling saline solution would meet the same fate. They had to be injected directly into a person. At no time did Amber recall getting an injection or accidental poke.
    "No wonder Wayne was looking at me funny for the last three days. I was finally showing some meat," Amber said. She worked her left earring. It was a gift from Wayne, bought at the homecoming dance. The earrings were in the shape of New Ayers Rock, the moon of Outback. Deciding to wear a new pair for today, Amber took off her earrings. Then it came to her.
    "Patty, I just realized how those nanites got into me. I bet these earrings have hidden compartments. Those little buggers must've come out when they sensed the presence of human flesh. They entered my ears and worked their way into my bloodstream."
    The older cop nodded in approval. "Yes, Amber. That would explain how those nanites got into you. I bet some are still in your earrings. I'll take them down to the lab and have them analyzed. If anything, we'll find out how big you'll get."
    Amber daintily placed a hand over her shirt-clad chest. "I hope I don't get too big. I don't want to end up like those women on Cloud 9." She gazed up at Patty. "These buggers have to be sixth-generation nanites for me to get this big so soon. Please hurry and find out what size those nanites are ordered to blow me up. If I get any bigger Wayne will really hurt his neck when he gazes down at me."
    Patty placed a supportive hand on Amber's shoulder. "Don't worry, dear. We can always gamma-zap those guys. Going by Mr Blackmailer's past history you shouldn't get too big. I'd say in three weeks he should make his appearance."
    "And when that happens, look out. His blackmailin' days will be over," Amber said with an evil grin. Since it was a school day Amber got dressed. After doing a once-over in the bathroom's full-length mirror she went to the door. She faced Patty before leaving. "After school we have to get bras for me, preferably expensive and frilly ones like all the other girls have... Mom." With the face fit for an imp Amber stuck out her tongue and left, leaving Patty feeling like she was raising her own daughters all over again.

It was the third week after Amber's discovery of her new chest. The few nanites left in Amber's earrings were analyzed. Thankfully her breasts wouldn't be getting any bigger than they were, the size of cantaloupes. She also noted that over the last three weeks only flat-chested girls seemed to sprout breasts. Girls who got the same earrings at the dance but were already developed didn't display any new growth. It was found that the nanites in Amber had been programmed only to enlarge a girl that was 'deprived' and left girls above a certain chest size alone.
Amber was with her friends outside, taking a short break between gym exercises. They were in animated discussion about their new chests, and bragged about who had the newest bra among them. They had to get new gym shirts, as their old ones were too tight and highlighted their new breasts way too much. The girls thought that they were late bloomers, and enjoyed the new attention their boyfriends were giving them now. Amber knew better, but had to admit that Wayne was very happy every time he saw her � and her new chest. She knew it was normal for a boy to be fixated on a girl's bust. However, she made it known that looks were the only thing he could expect to get from her. Any attempt to cop a feel would be the last.
Coach Carson walked over to break up the little chest-fest. "Okay, girls. Lets see if you can run with those things. You need to build up your muscles to carry your new charges, and I doubt that your boyfriends want to carry you around all the time." From any other man Carson's words would've been a speech, but he said it in a friendly, but firm, tone. The girls took the hint and rejoined the class. The boys got their fill watching the girls playing soccer and volleyball. In a burst of playfulness some of the sprouting girls actually lifted their shirts to reveal their sportbra-clad bosoms to the boys, getting a hail of wolf whistles and catcalls in reply. Amber just reminded herself that Mr Blackmailer would be making his move any time now. She kept her eyes and ears open, hoping and waiting.

Patty was doing Amber's black hair, pulling and twisting it into the school's regulation ponytail. Amber had the new bras she wanted, and wore one now as Patty did her work.
    "Any indication that the Blackmailer has struck?" Patty said as she put the finishing touch on the ponytail.
    "None, but it has to be soon. The girls are expressing how their boyfriends would like to see them this weekend at the beach ... in tiny bikinis." Amber ended in a smirk. Back in her high school years girls and boys often went 'out-of-town' to appreciate the gifts that puberty had endowed them with. Contraceptives were available to both sexes, but birth-control implants had a stigma attach to them. Only adult women, either married or committed career types, were expected to have them. If a teenage girl got one then it marked her as 'loose' and uninhibited. Some girls wanted an implant just to be free of the hassle of using other effective, but less aesthetic, methods.
    "Does Wayne want to see you in a bikini?" Patty said, playfully pulling and letting go one of Amber's bra straps.
    "Owh! That smarts." Amber rubbed her affected shoulder blade. "Well, at least when you're flat-chested you don't have to worry about snapping bra straps. Wayne would like to see any girl in a swimsuit. I just don't want to crush his ego any more than I have to. Bad enough he's spending his youth on an unattainable woman. He deserves a girl that's truly his own age."
    Patty understood Amber's concern. How would one feel if they found out their best friend was an undercover cop, one who'd used you as part of their cover � without your knowledge? The older cop held Amber's hand. "Looks like the tables are turned. Now you're the heartbreaker. Except this time you can tell Wayne face-to-face. He may hate you for it, but it's better than letting him pine away after a woman he can't have."
    Amber appreciated Patty's words. Wayne could still have a normal relationship with a normal girl. If only that Blackmailer would make himself known.

Amber walked towards school, a normal occurrence except that this was a Sunday. Last Friday she had punched an AV geek who somehow slipped into the girls' locker room. Amber found him in a locker. The geek was barely able to hold the camera in his hands, let alone take pictures. Amber punished him anyway, smashing the camera under her heel and busting his chops. The principal couldn't let that go unpunished this time. He had Amber come in on Sunday to clean all the restrooms ... by herself. The task would take all day. She was pleasantly surprised when she saw Wayne waiting outside the main doors.
    "Hi. I came by to see if you wanted some help. You'll get done twice as fast if two people worked instead of one," said Wayne, his face showing his willingness to help.
    Amber crossed her arms over her new bust. "Are you sure? Are you really going to help me or just stand around, looking at my body while I scrub the floors on my hands and knees?"
    Wayne's face flushed beet-red. "No! I'm not that desperate! If anything I'll do all the work. You can hold the mops or something."
    Amber couldn't help but be amused by the poor boy's predicament. Apparently Wayne had decided to prove himself 'worthy' of Amber's affection. She decided to throw in one more tease. "Yeah, you would do all the work. That'll give you a good chance to see up my skirt and the bottoms of my bazooms, you lech." She giggled despite herself. Poor Wayne looked like he was going to pop a vein. "Sorry, Wayne. I know I shouldn't tease you. Its bad enough all the other girls are doing the same thing to their boyfriends. I promise I'll reward you for your work, but it won't be related to my body. Okay?"
    Wayne's face recovered a bit, and he was just a heartbeat short of a nosebleed. "Thanks, Amber. I have no hidden agenda. I really want to help you. It's my way of saying thanks for being my friend."
The little undercover cop walked up and lead Wayne by the hand into the school. "We have no less than twenty restrooms to clean today. We can't get them done by standing out here, now can we?"
    Wayne was relieved. Holding Amber's hand was reward enough.

The impromptu cleaning crew finished the west wing first floor rest rooms and headed for the gym. Wayne's school clothes were a mess, but Amber had stains on her skirt and blouse as well. They were glad no one else was in the school to see their mess. They thought they were alone. Amber saw some movement in the gym. She pressed against the wall and Wayne followed suit.
    "What is it, Amber? Robbers?"
    "I don't know. Let's get to the observation deck and look." There should've been no one else in the school today. Amber was the only one handed a special key to let herself in so she could clean the restrooms. Otherwise the only people in the building were school staff ... or robbers. The little cop and her friend were going to find out for sure. In a minute the duo reached the observation deck. Now in a crouching stance, Amber raised her head and gazed down to the gym floor. What she saw both angered and relieved her. She had Wayne take a look also.
    Four girls, all members of the school's gymnastics team and proud bearers of breasts bestowed on them by their nanite-laced earrings, were on the gym floor. The girls were in their underwear, and before them was a tall man, clad in a large overcoat and hat. He had a palm-sized camera in his clutches. He was obviously the Blackmailer, and the poor girls were being made to pose in suggestive stances.
    Amber's hackles were raised. He left hand made and unmade fists while her right hand retrieved a pen from her blouse pocket. She broke off the top part of the pen to reveal a small red button. She pressed it, but the desired effect didn't come.
    "What is that thing?" Wayne asked. "Some kind of panic button?"
    "It sure is, Wayne. Mom gave it to me to use in emergency situations, just like this one. Except that it's not working. That could only mean that there's a radio jammer in operation. I bet that creep down there has one." Amber handed the pen transmitter to Wayne. "Take this. When the green light on this thing goes on it means that it's out of the jammer's range. That pen is set to transmit on a police frequency. With luck, a cop will be here in no time. I'm going to stop that tall pervert."
    "You really want to do that? That guy's a monster. Even with your skill he'll be a tough nut to crack. Two against one is better."
    Amber was touched by Wayne's concern. Any other boy would look on with voyeuristic delight while the Blackmailer took his photos. But Wayne was a true romantic. He wanted to stay by Amber's side to fight the tall pervert. Amber wanted ever so much for him to help, but she knew that Wayne didn't have near the fighting skill she had. "Wayne, you know that I can take care of myself. Please, take the pen and go." She squeezed Wayne's hand.
    "I still want to stay with you, but I'll go." With that Wayne left, and Amber headed down to the gym doors. Mr Blackmailer was in for it now.

Before Amber could enter the gym proper she saw another man on the floor. It was Coach Carson, and he looked pissed. He must've been doing some paperwork in his office and had taken a break. Only now did he know he wasn't alone in the gym. Peering through a crack in one of gym doors, Amber was able to hear and see what was happening.
    "Just what the hell is going on here!" Carson yelled out. Amber shook a little. Carson had a big voice to go along with his big lungs. Looks like I won't have to fight the pervert after all, she thought. Coach will do all the fighting.
    The tall man turned. "If you must know I'm punishing these girls. They may be sweet and innocent on the outside, but on the inside they're rabid sex beasts! This one, for example," the man indicated to one of the girls, "let herself be felt up by her boyfriend after the homecoming dance. And she lied to her parents when they asked if she did anything unusual." The singled-out girl cringed in terror. Amused, the tall man continued. "And this one is worse. She had one of the AV geeks cobble up a fake ID. She used that ID to get a birth-control implant from a corner druggist! Why, later this week she planned to go to one of those 23-hour clinics to get it implanted. Naughty girl!" That last girl stepped back, a mixture of guilt and terror. "Yes, they're all bad little girls! I have the photos to prove it!"
    Carson was livid. "You're a sick bastard! Let's see if you like eating through a straw from now on!" Carson launched his attack, but to his dismay the tall man easily avoided his blows. Then it was Carson's turn. He was hit again and again, his knees and arms receiving the majority of hits. Amber saw that it was an uneven fight, and she was on the verge of tears as Carson was felled by one final punch.
    The tall man raised his arms in triumph. "You see, my sweets? Age and experience will always win over youth and energy." With that the photo-clicking pervert laughed. It ended in a fit of coughing and hacking. Amber knew it could only be one person.
    Filled with righteous indignation, Amber strode into the gym like a crusading knight. She faced the pervert dead-on, arms akimbo. "So, it's you, Mr Big. Only a warped criminal mind like yours would blackmail innocent young girls! What they did is normal teenager behavior. If they're going to be punished it will be by their parents, not by you, you uber-lech!"
    Mr Big looked at the little girl in front of him. He found the sight of her dirty school uniform mildly amusing. "Hey, girls. You should've followed the example of this little filly! She only lets her clothes get dirty!" Big laughed a bit before continuing. "I wasn't able to get any dirt on you, lass, but you made up for it by cleaning the bathrooms, didn't you?"
    An exaggerated vein appeared on Amber's forehead, a classic sign that showed irritation, among other things. "Since you know all about me, Big, then you know what I can do to you. Ready to get new kneecaps?"
    Big let loose with a guffaw. "That'll be very difficult, considering I'm wearing an armored exoskeleton under this coat. Instead, you'll have to get some new clothes. I'll strip you down to your drawers and have you pose with your friends here." Grinning like the Devil, Big continued. "Just to be fair, I'll let you see my face." With that, Big removed his mask, revealing his shriveled-up, aged face.
    One of the girls shrieked. "It's really him! Mr Big saw me in my underwear! Now I'll never be a bride!" The girl and her three companions cried. Mr Big was the modern equivalent of the Boogeyman. They brushed off Big as just another story that parents used to keep little kids in line. Now they wished he really was an imaginary monster.
    If Amber wasn't mad before she certainly was now. "Big, you're a true bastard. I'll avenge these poor girls' honor and wipe the floor with you!"
    Big gave an evil little snigger. "Go ahead and try, toots! A doll like you can't touch me!"
    Amber arched her eyebrows. "Thanks for saying the magic word, you freak!" At that Amber attacked. Big was totally unprepared for such an assault. He never expected such a little girl could pose a threat to him. Amber slammed her feet into the exoskeleton's knee and foot joints. To Big's dismay the girl was actually damaging his suit! But the super criminal showed that he had his own surprises too!
    In a quick swipe Big tore off Amber's blouse and skirt, revealing her bra-clad bosom to God and everybody. The tiny criminal let loose with a wolf whistle. "Hot damn, you're a dish! I should made the nanites blow you up bigger. Watermelons are much better than cantaloupes!"
    Big was expecting to see Amber cover herself, but instead he saw the face of a demon. Big had forgotten a basic rule of anime. Exposing a tiny, developed woman made that woman possess the strength of an army. Now Amber was able to rip off parts of Big's suit. In true terror, Big tried to get away, but Amber grabbed his suit's left arm. She swung the suit around her head a few times, then let go. Big, suit and all, crashed through the gym wall, ending up outside.
    Amber marched out, approaching the helpless Big. Before she could get to him Albert, Big's ever-faithful assistant, swooped down in someone's idea of a futuristic flying supercar. Deploying a grappling hook, Albert rescued Big and hauled him away, his suited body flailing in the slipstream of the rapidly accelerating vehicle. Amber just shook her head and headed back inside. The four girls had regained their senses and put their school clothes on.
    Amber remembered Coach Carson. He had propped his body up against a wall and saw the whole fight. Amber got down on her knees next to him. She reached out and held Carson's left hand. Both of her small, slim hands could've been contained in Carson's massive palm.
    The battered man looked into Amber's eyes. "From what I saw you definitely didn't learn those moves at a karate school."
    The little cop flushed. "I was taught by the best instructors at the Academy. Police Academy," she said. Carson raised an eyebrow in astonishment. Amber forged on. "I was placed on an undercover assignment to this school to nab a blackmailer. Lucky for us it turned out to be Mr Big instead of some generic photo freak. If it weren't for Albert I would've hog-tied that pervert midget Big and spared the other officers the trouble."
    "What's your real name, officer? You can call me Bert from now on."
    Amber really flushed a beet-red. "Well, Bert, I'm Amber MacRoy. "

Wayne rushed back into the gym. He had to go two blocks away before the pen transmitter worked. On the way back he saw a strange flying car carrying a suited figure via a tow line. An interesting a sight it was, Wayne was really concerned about Amber. He saw that the four girls had put their clothes back on and heard the wail of a police siren. Then he saw Amber.
He reasoned that somehow during the fight Amber got undressed. She was clad in only her shoes, bra, and panties. Thankfully he saw no marks on her body. Then Wayne remembered that he was seeing Amber practically naked. She turned, her bra-clad, cantaloupe-sized breasts coming into his view. The ambulance had to take two people to the hospital: Bert Carson for his injuries sustained in his fight with Mr Big, and Wayne Vincenzo for blood loss due to a massive nose bleed.

The next day Patricia Laramie and Amber MacRoy were back in their police uniforms. They were addressing the whole student body in the gym. They explained their undercover job and what they did, including whatever 'illegal' activities the duo discovered in the course of the assignment. They asked that the school administration overlook all past infractions, except for the kegger parties. Not quite through, the duo then told the audience about Mr Big. The girls that were affected by the nanite-laced earrings were relieved to hear that they wouldn't get any bigger. The duo nevertheless tasked all the students to be more decent and proper in their dating habits.
    After the talk many of the students came up to the stage and shook hands with the officers. Quite a few expressed an interest in becoming officers themselves. Even Amber's four friends, the ones she taught some basic kung-fu routines, said that Amber was an inspiration to them. Impressed, the little officer told her friends only to use their new skill in self-defense. But, with a devilish wink, she also said that if they ever saw 'evil' they must fight it like the Shaolin warrior priests of old. With a spurt of giggling the four girls left ... and Wayne showed up.
    Amber was apprehensive. Wayne had every right to feel that he had been used as a stage prop. Awaiting the hail of accusing charges Amber instead had her hand held by that sweet boy. "I want you to know that I don't hate you. Captain Laramie saw me last night and told me everything."
    Laramie was now keeping her gaze on anything but Amber. The little officer willed daggers into her superior. Damn, I wanted to tell Wayne everything, Amber thought. "What did she tell you, Wayne?"
    The schoolboy stood his ground. "Patricia told me that, despite yourself, you had a major-league crush on me. She told me that you did everything to keep our friendship from becoming anything more. But I sensed you would've let that friendship grown if you could."
    "More than you will ever know, Wayne," Amber said. "The truth be told, if you were my age then I would've been perfectly happy being your wife."
    Wayne was taken aback by that revelation, and Amber took a step closer. "I noticed that quite a few students looked at you after I told them that I was a cop. Afterwards, some of them gave you approving looks and handshakes. I bet some even said you were some sort of superstud to have a cop fall in love with you. I can safely say that the girls are lining up for the chance to be your next girlfriend."
    "I don't doubt you," Wayne replied. "I still have one more year to go. I'm quite sure I'll find a proper girlfriend and not some adult play-acting."
    Amber nodded her head in approval. "Well, I hope it all turns out for the good. I have a gift for you." She removed her NDPD pin and placed it on Wayne's collar. An AV geek was there, taking photos of the event. "There, now you'll be in the school paper for sure. Headline: boyfriend gets reward for helping lady cop." Both cop and student laughed. Then an impish smile was on Amber's face.
    "I have one last reward for you, and Captain Laramie was kind enough to let me give it to you." With that Amber pulled Wayne down and gave the boy a kiss on the lips. The AV geek took pictures of that kiss, and the few remaining students in the gym gave wolf whistles of approval. The geek ejected the photo chip and handed it to the lady cop. Amber then placed that chip into Wayne's palm and closed his fingers over it. "Be a good and decent man, Wayne. I don't ever want to see you in the holding tank back at the station. Bye." With that Amber and Patricia left, and Wayne got even more congratulatory slaps-on-the-back and praise for his 'way with ladies'.

[Epilogue]

It was four weeks later. Amber was having lunch with her friends at one of New Darwin's many outdoor cafes. Lynnae, June, and Nadia were listening as Amber told them about her undercover stint at the school. When the subject of Wayne was brought up both Lynnae and June made kissy-faces, causing Amber to blush in embarrassment.
    "Gee, will you two lay off the poor girl," Nadia said. "At least her love came about in a more-or-less normal fashion." Nadia fingered her wedding ring. "Harold and I definitely didn't have a traditional romance."
    Lynnae eyed Nadia. "Yeah, I still can't image you with a hyper-inflated chest. But now with Amber here we make a matched set."
    Indeed, Amber decided to keep her augmented chest. With her breasts the size of cantaloupes Amber looked like a miniature version of Lynnae. Amber's friends were concerned about her 'new look'. Now that she had breasts men would definitely look at her. Or at least down at her chest. Lt Larry Harkin (The Lecher) did notice Amber's new body ... and regretted it. For the next three weeks Larry would have to use voice dictation while his writing hand healed.
    As Talbert promised, Amber got her choice of assignments. She selected street patrol and chose Nadia as her partner. Nadia had just come back from her honeymoon, and was looking forward to having a year or two of street patrol. Next week Amber was scheduled to have wetware implanted into her, enabling both her and Nadia to literally be linked 'at the hip' when on the streets. Lynnae and June were scheduled to have their wetware operation in two months. When that happened the criminals on the streets would really have to watch their backs!
    "Don't worry guys," Amber said. "I've already found a new beau, and he's quite the gentleman. Plus he knows what I can do if he gets any funny ideas. Ah, he's here!" Amber jumped up, her new bust bouncing nicely despite the bra she had on. Her three friends watched as Amber jaunted over to her boyfriend. The trio saw him and looked up... and up.
    Golly, that guy has to be over two meters tall! Nadia thought. Indeed, the man was a good head taller than Nadia's 1.9 meter frame. Lynnae and June knew that man. He was Bert Carson, a former pro-football player. The duo had seen him play and liked the way his football pants highlighted his cute butt. The duo's eyes were bugging out in hearts in true anime fashion as Bert lifted Amber up for a kiss. After being placed down the little cop led her man to her friends.
    "Bert, I like you to meet my friends here." Amber pointed to Lynnae first. "This is Lynnae and right next to her is June. They're both cops and the very best in the force." The duo, still fixated on Bert's handsome face, could only absently nod a reply. "And the tall, lovely lady here is Nadia. She's a cop too." Nadia still had the presence of mind to stand up and shake hands. Bert really had a grip but noticed that Nadia had a formidable grasp as well.
    "Me and Bert are going out on the town today and then see a game. He has his own skybox at the stadium. Bert, you have the tickets?"
    Bert reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and retrieved four tickets. "Here," he said, handing the tickets to Nadia, "these tickets will allow you to get to the skybox. The game starts at 7:30 so I suggest everyone show up at 7. Okay?"
    Seeing that Lynnae and June were still unable to speak Nadia answered for them. "Thank you for your most gracious invitation. I'll make sure we arrive on time."
    Amber patted her beau's hand. "Time to go, my little giant."
    Bert's grin was fit for a bushbear. "Quite so, my living doll."
    That broke Lynnae out of her trance. "Hey, why is it that when everyone else says 'doll' they get punched or worse and he doesn't?"
    "Because," Amber said as the couple started to walk away, "I know when he says 'doll' its out of affection and not a put-down."
    Nadia, Lynnae and June watched as the tiny woman and the tall man walked away, hand-in-hand. Nadia had the gut feeling that the two lovebirds had the right chemistry. Lynnae and June eventually came to the same conclusion, but not until after fighting off a mix of lust and jealousy. Despite prolong's advantage of adding two centuries to a person's life the duo kept hearing the siren call to find a mate. With Nadia married and Amber heading that way the duo knew they'd better start finding someone soon, or else all the really cute guys would be taken up!

[End Credits � still shots from the current episode and theme music plays. Ends with the duo in silhouette. Fade to black.]

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