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[Prologue]

Rose went over the Police Blue script one last time. As co-creator of the successful Blue series she had final say on approving the script. The show, animated in 3-D and character designs based on ancient Japanese anime concepts, was quite popular with its target audience: 14 to 18 year old boys. Surprisingly a large number of viewers were men and women aged 20 to 35. The toy and game makers were quite willing to pay top dollar to advertise on this top-five show. Satisfied that there was enough in this script to make it memorable but just under making it a M18-rated episode, Rose handed the file pad back to the producer.

[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.]
 

1

"Good to see you two made it on time. Please, take a seat." Chief Talbert waited patiently as officers Lynnae Wilcox and June Parlor gracefully sat down. The two shapely and rather well-endowed officers had earned quite a reputation in the department. Some said their arrest record was due to criminals being fixated on the officers' bouncing bosoms. Those people, however, never said that out loud unless they wanted their internal organs rearranged.
    "It was a cinch this time, Chief. Larry the Lecher was sick today, so he was unable to set-up his equipment." June disagreed, making a little sound in her throat. Lieutenant Larry Harkin (aka the Lech) had made it his hobby to photograph every female officer in a compromising situation, mainly in the women's locker room. He especially wanted to photograph Lynnae and June in the buff. So far, all he had to show for his efforts were 48 smashed photograph bugs.
    "Yes. Well, I'll just have to talk to him about that later. For now I have an assignment for you two." Now that he held their attention, the Chief explained the situation to the duo. Zachery Jennings, a diamond merchant for some fifty years, was volunteering his services to the police to help them nab the top man in a precious stones smuggling ring. Jennings was slowly gaining the trust of this man, one Nathan Quimbly, and in a few months would undoubtedly attempt to make Jennings a partner in crime.
    "This is where you two come in. Jennings and Quimbly both frequent an exclusive restaurant here in New Darwin called The Tea Cup. Right now the Tea Cup is hiring its next batch of waitresses and you two are in the mix. The owner knows what's happening and was gracious enough to help us out. Your job is to keep your eyes and ears open and watch out for Jennings."
    Lynnae looked thoughtful for a moment, but her eyes went wide. "Hey, isn't the Tea Cup where they have those top-heavy waitresses? I don't mind going undercover for a few months but I don't like dirty old men looking at my body either."
    The Chief looked at Lynnae. Sometimes, it was hard to tell if he was squinting real hard or asleep. "It's not what you think, Lynnae. I've had a few dinners there myself." He smiled while Lynnae tilted her head and looked at him sternly. "Besides, you two still have rather young faces and some minor plastic surgery will be enough to alter your appearances. You have made a mark in the press, after all."
    June rubbed her hands in glee. "Anyway, Lynnae, I hear those 'dirty old men' tip quite heavily. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to pay off your credit bills in one stroke!"
    Animated money signs flashed in front of Lynnae's eyes. "I hear and obey my one true master: the almighty C-bill." She shook away the floating symbols and spoke to the Chief. "So I guess we're going to see Doctor Sung, right?"
    This time the Chief allowed a little caution into his voice. "Well, there will be more than just adjusting cheekbones and adding dimples, I'm afraid. The Tea Cup has some specifics when choosing waitresses. Your bustlines will be enhanced by nanites. Plastiskin flesh won't do."
    The duo shared the same thought balloon: themselves in waitress uniforms with their busts blowing up like balloons. Thankfully the thought balloon burst before their imagined blouses did. In its place an exaggerated sweat bead formed on each of their heads. "Great," said Lynnae, "skimpy uniforms and exaggerated chests. Why does that combination always happen?"
 

2

Lynnae and June were expecting the worse when they showed up for work at The Tea Cup. Instead of the stereotypical shriveled-up old man lustfully eyeing chesty young women, the average customer was a well-refined retiree. The majority of them were widowers that found some respite by looking at healthy young women.
    There were eighteen other new waitresses with four veterans to teach them. The vets had worked at the Cup for two years and would stay on for one more. As expected, their breasts were quite large for their frames. The blouses were practically lacquered on and their skirts hugged their thighs closely. Over the weeks the new waitresses went about their work, their nanite-enhanced tops expanding quickly. Lynnae and June had to get new bras every week. By the end of the eight week the nanites had finished their work. It was just as well; the two-meter measuring tape was at its limit. In that time the new hires were rotated through the three six-hour shifts, learning the ins-and-outs of the trade. After some comical accidents and pratfalls the women began to function like a team.
    Lynnae was surprised at first that the waitresses were paid a relatively low salary. Then she found out that the employer had a special incentive. For a minimum of two years' employment and having their busts increased, each waitress would have her first four years of college paid for in total. Mr Balowski was obscenely wealthy and the Cup was just a fetish for him. He liked tea and busty women. The customers were also inclined to Mr Balowski's tastes and tipped heavily. It was quite possible for a waitress here to earn enough in tips after one year for two years of college. Of course applicants for new openings were weeded out to fit Mr Balowski's tastes and their sincerity to have a higher education.
    One day, June was looking at a special wall dedicated to former waitresses. Under the photos were their names, dates employed, measurements (of course) and what they were doing now. One was a CEO of a software firm. Another the head of a trauma ward of a hospital. And another was the current Commonwealth Vice-Chairperson of Defense. None of these women hid the fact that they were once overendowed tea servers. Instead they held it as some unique badge of honor and dared anyone to call them down for it. Thankfully in this more accommodating age that rarely happened. Indeed, at least half of the former waitresses decided to keep their enlarged busts for a considerable time after their work at the Cup. Well, to each their own, June thought as she dusted and polished the photo frames.

The Tea Cup was rather busy this night. The local opera and theater houses were finishing and a final wave of customers was arriving. In the waitresses' locker room June was grateful that she was putting on her final bra, the one she bought last week. The view from the back showed that her breasts easily extended 15 centimeters beyond the sides of her torso. Due to budget limitations, Doctor Sung had to use fourth-generation nanites for June and Lynnae to 'bring them up to specs'. It was now nine weeks since the duo started work and they looked more or less like the other girls working at the place. After adjusting the bra, June then went to put on the rest of the outfit.
    Next was the light pink stockings. Then it was the custom-made white blouse. The upper buttons were a little tricky to work but the blouse did close completely. The black miniskirt was followed by the practical black work loafers. An abbreviated yellow work apron was next. It only covered her stomach and the front of the skirt. Only a lighter, a package of toothpicks, a pencil and a pad of paper were allowed in the single pocket. The apron straps were unable to go up the front of the blouse. Instead they were pushed to the sides and back of the breasts before becoming visible on the shoulders. A simple nametag (engraved with the name Tina) and a cute little yellow bow around the collar finished the outfit. After giving herself the once-over in a mirror June picked up her menus and went out on the floor.
    Lynnae, working under the name of Wendy, was already working. She delivered an order of onion rings and coffee to a group of men that had just come from an opera. They gratefully accepted the order and resumed their animated discussion. Eyeing the floor June saw that both Mr. Jennings and Quimbly were at a table and talking. The duo made it a point to stay near them so the microbugs built into a blouse button could pick up what they were saying.
    June stood by the entrance, waiting for the next customer. Mr Shelby, a regular at the Tea Cup, made his appearance and was escorted by June to his preferred table. She opened a menu for him and prepared her pad and pencil. Mr Shelby was something of a neo-luddite. He didn't use hearing aids or have nanites to correct his failing eyes, preferring to let nature take its due on him. Like going through a script June read the menu to him slowly and distinctly. Mr Shelby muttered his order and sipped his ice water. At least he tips more than the average, June thought as she wrote down the order and headed for the kitchen.
 

3

It was two weeks later and things were coming to a head. Mr Jennings was reporting that Quimbly was asking oblique questions. Questions on how Mr Jennings would like to see some 'increased business and profits'. Chief Talbert decided it was now time for Jennings to encourage Quimbly to commit himself and say incriminating facts. Lynnae and June were placed on notice. They made it a point to stay near Mr Jennings when he next talked to Quimbly, just in case things turned ugly.
    Lynnae had just finished delivering an order when she saw Chief Talbert walk in. He was decked out in an expensive suit, complete with gold chain and handkerchief. For some odd reason he brought that lech Larry with him. Taking it upon herself, Lynnae escorted the two officers to a table and gave them menus.
    "I must say you look good tonight, Wendy," Talbert said cheerfully. "I thought I would come here tonight to see the action at the Rings." Reading between the lines Lynnae knew that the Chief was here to personally watch Quimbly cut his own throat.
    "I believe you would want to know why I brought a companion tonight?" Lynnae had no choice but to look at Larry, who was ogling her quite obviously and the other waitresses. "I made a bet with him. If he can control his hands and feet tonight he'll spend two weeks on stakeout for the Wendelson case. Otherwise he'll be stuck in the Archives for four months."
    That made Lynnae smile inside. Being assigned to the Archives was like a living death. Fetching files and disks at every whim and working tortuous hours would make any officer do anything but work the Archives. OK, you lech, lets see if you can keep your hormones to yourself! Lynnae stood patiently and cheerfully while the two cops made their choices.
    Talbert went with a light crab tray with lemon tea. Larry decided on fried okra and ginger tea. As Lynnae headed for the kitchen Larry quickly patted her shapely bottom. An exaggerated vein appeared on her forehead. That jerk will pay for that, she thought, maintaining her composure. Talbert and some of the other patrons were boring their eyes at Larry, for he had broken the unspoken rule of look but do not touch. Larry was oblivious to their penetrating stares.
    June saw what had happened. She went to the kitchen to talk to Lynnae. "Are you going to let that go unpunished? Any why is Larry here anyway?"
    Lynnae pocketed her pad and straighten her skirt. "The Chief is trying to get Larry to control himself. If he screws up he'll spend four months in the archives."
    June imagined a super-deformed Larry moving mountains of files in a futile effort to satisfy his masters. "Well I personally would like to see that jerk fail. He'll have to do something intensely stupid for that to happen."
    "Don't worry. It's Larry we're talking about here." Lynnae winked at June and then went back out to the floor. She poured Talbert's and Larry's tea without incident. Seven minutes later the orders were ready and she delivered them to the cops. Talbert considerately moved his head so Lynnae's breasts wouldn't touch him. Larry, however, didn't. He was on the verge of a nosebleed when Lynnae's right breast grazed his cheek. Though she didn't show it Lynnae grimaced inside. While bending over, her pencil fell out of her apron pocket. As she went to pick it up Larry copped a feel. The oversized sweat bead reappeared and Lynnae gave a slight gasp. The Chief, the nearby patrons, and the two doormen (read: bouncers) were edging closer. Lynnae put up a hand, telling them she would handle it herself.
    "Would the gentlemen like to have their tea refreshed?" said Lynnae in a tone that would make anyone nervous, but not Larry. They both nodded in the affirmative. In a minute she returned with two small tea pitchers. After servicing Talbert's cup she turned with a disarming smile to Larry. He was staring at Lynnae's watermelon-sized bust and didn't notice where she was pouring. The super-hot tea now on his crotch broke his gaze. Larry screamed appreciatively.
    "Oh my! Please excuse me, Sir. These breasts of mine do make it difficult to see where I'm pouring sometimes." Lynnae's voice was apologetic but her face was masked in wicked pleasure. She motioned to the two doormen. "Andy, Phil. Please help this gentleman to the washroom. His pants need to be serviced right away." The doormen carried the now embarrassed Larry to the washroom, and not gently at that, dragging him most of the way. When the trio was out of sight the whole floor stood up and applauded. Lynnae gracefully bowed and went back to the small rest area reserved for the waitresses.
    A short while later another waitress, Natasha, walked up to Lynnae, holding a considerable wad of cash.
    "Wow, is that your tip money for tonight?" Lynnae's eyes were fixed on that cash.
    "Actually, it's all for you. The customers all know now that you don't take crap from anybody. They respect that and decided to give you a gift. Here." Natasha gave the money to a now joyous Lynnae. She quickly counted it.
    "Five...Six...Seven...Seven hundred and forty C-bills! Boy, this will put me over the top for a thousand tonight!" She hugged Natasha (difficult considering how large their chests were) and did a little dance. Images of new clothes, food, and jewelry floated around her only to be chased away by credit notices and solemn bill collectors. Released from her fantasy Lynnae went to the cashier to secure her money. After that she went back to work the floor, getting approving looks from everyone for what she did to that jerk Larry.
 

4

An hour later had the floor still packed. Talbert, Jennings, Quimbly, and Shelby were the only holdovers. The rest were typical Tea Cup customers: old men with their fancy of being served by endowed, cute women. June and Lynnae noticed that Jennings and Quimbly were reaching a critical point in their conversation. They edged closer...
    "....so Mr Jennings," said Quimbly confidently, "or may I call you Zachery, I'm in a position to help you realize an increase of 20 to 30% in your overall profits."
    "Provided that I skim 10% of my best stones and give them to you, of course. And these stones won't have a microscopic ID etched into them. Where are these diamonds going?" asked Jennings.
    Caught up with himself, Quimbly dropped names and places. Lynnae edged a little closer. Just then Quimbly stopped and reached for a minicomp that was in his vest pocket. Eyeing the small screen he then looked directly at Lynnae. She smiled generously back at him. He motioned her to come forward. Just as she stopped Quimbly, in a lightning quick move, reached up and removed a button from Lynnae's blouse, allowing several centimeters of pale bosom and cleavage to be seen.
    Quimbly crushed the button, exposing the tiny circuitry inside. "And what is this? A bug?" He shifted his gaze back and forth between Jennings and Lynnae. "Working for the pigs to nail me, huh? Well, I can certainly make myself disappear. As for you I'll teach you for being a pig's ear." With that, half of the customers got up, brandishing compact pistols and hand lasers. Obviously they were employed by Quimbly. Incredibly the other customers, including Talbert, got up and brandished their own concealed weapons. All save Shelby, who was waiting patiently for his second light meal.
    It looked comical. Quimbly with his geriatric goon squad and the other patrons acting like knights of chivalry. Ripping off Lynnae's button made them mad and placed Quimbly on their shit list. Lynnae was wondering how they got those guns past the detector and how many conceal and carry laws they were violating. Quimbly got up and placed a hold around Lynnae, intent on using her as a hostage. She played along, encouraging him to think she was some petrified girl employed by the police as a walking microphone.
    "I'm going now. I have connections that will hide me good." Quimbly edged closer to the door, pulling Lynnae along with him. "You, Mr Jennings, will only have two meters of dirt to look at from now on." He raised his gun hand and aimed at Jennings, failing to notice that his left hand had crept up and copped a feel of Lynnae's breasts. Her face went white-hot. She acted.
    An elbow exploded against Quimbly's stomach, causing him to reel back. Lynnae spun around and landed a kick against that stomach. Quimbly landed on his back, quite incapacitated by pain. The quick kick also caused Lynnae's skirt to split all the way to her waist, showing off her shapely thighs. The goons opened fire and were answered by Lynnae's self-appointed defenders of honor. Jennings and Lynnae grabbed floor.
    For all the shots going around no-one was hit. Light fixtures, coffee cups, and chairs, to be sure, were being mangled. Mr Shelby, tired of waiting for his meal, decided to take matters into his own hands. He got up and slowly made his way to the kitchen, bullets and lasers flying all around him. He got in without a single hit.

June heard the commotion in the dining area. Racing out of the rest area she came to a quick halt, a bullet flying past her face. She got down and retrieved the compact beam pistol she had secured to the inside of her left thigh. Setting the pistol to heavy stun, June then proceeded to knock out men. Seeing that the customers were divided into two groups, she went after the men that were firing at Chief Talbert. During all this Lynnae retrieved her own beam pistol and added her fire to the melee.

Shelby, now in the kitchen, was determined to make his own meal. He found a bag of frozen peas. He opened it and munched on one. Finding the taste agreeable he placed a fistful of the frozen peas in his mouth.
    "Yes. Yes! They taste like breath mints." Grabbing another handful Shelby went to find something else to eat.

Deciding that enough was enough, Lynnae performed a feat of daring acrobatics. She ran, jumped, dodged, and skidded from table to table, knocking out Quimbly's goons. (During this melee the producers of the show included the obligatory and gratuitous panty shot. It was Lynnae's turn this time around.) In the end Lynnae stood proudly up, her pistol pointing straight up in the air. It was only then that she saw what her antics had done to her outfit. Her work loafers were gone. The stockings were dirty and torn, showing many square centimeters of her shapely legs. The skirt was in ruins, now with rips going up both sides. The blouse had untucked itself from that skirt and it hung from her breasts like a curtain. A few more buttons had popped off, exposing more of her bosom and the left cup of her massive bra. Added to all that her little yellow bow was undone. She daintily placed her left hand over her left breast and spoke. "Can any of you gentlemen see to it that I get some cover for my exposure?" Her answer came in a hail of large jackets and shirts.

After rounding up Quimbly and his goons Lynnae and June stood by Talbert, who was working on a hole in his jacket caused by a stray shot. Lynnae's elderly knights were leaving, promising the Chief that they would follow the conceal and carry weapon laws better in the future. To the man they each kissed Lynnae's hand. She blushed heavily, not use to being the center of attention from so many sweet old men. June was grinning like an idiot, making Lynnae even more uncomfortable. In time the Cup was only filled with a few cops and employees, trying to make good on the damage done.
    Talbert looked at his two officers. Again his closed eyes made it difficult to determine if he was squinting real hard or just sleepwalking. "That was a fine bit of work. Both of you. I should've seen that Quimbly would have the cash and sense to employ a black-market bug detector."
    June patted the Chief's shoulder. "Don't sweat it Chief. We got him and no-one was hurt. It looks like you need to get more range time under your belt."
    This time Talbert opened one eye wide. "At least I can see my belt. You must have a devil of a time finding yours." Since he said that in good fun he only got a playful punch to the chest.
    Lynnae was looking around the floor, a slight concern on her face. "Hey, has anyone seen Mr Shelby?"

Shelby had found a box of thawed fish sticks. He placed one stick after another in his mouth, munching down on their uncooked insides. "Yes! YES! They taste even better RAW!" He was in bliss and continue to feed on those fish sticks.
 

5

Two weeks later had Lynnae and June back at the police station. The Tea Cup owner was sad that his two most-requested waitresses had to go. In a rare burst of altruism Lynnae decided to donate her tip money to the New Darwin Education Fund. She decided to pay her bills with an 'honestly earned' police salary. June, not wanting to look out-of-place, did the same. That new sports bike would just have to wait.
    Quartermaster Wooster had to custom-make shirts for the duo to wear. By the grace and skill of Dr Sung their faces were changed back but the bust-reducing nanites would need sixteen weeks to return their breasts to their normal, but still expansive, size. Seeing this, Talbert decided to put them on a mob-surveillance team where their pronounced ampleness wouldn't be a problem. The duo were about to go to lunch when Lt Harkin (aka The Lech) showed up. He seemed rather proud for a man who had his crotch scalded by hot tea just two weeks earlier.
    "How are my fellow officers doing?" Larry's tacked-on smile was completely insincere. And he still looked like he combed his hair with buttered toast. "Looks like I finally got the drop on you two."
    "That's no good, Lech. Talbert had the latest bug detectors placed in all locker and wash rooms. You haven't been able to get a dirty picture here for months." Lynnae had her hands on her hips, arms akimbo. Larry drank in the sight of the top-heavy cops and purred a reply.
    "Ah, but then there is the locker room at the Tea Cup." He brandished a small pile of photos and gave them to June. She snapped them up and bent over to let Lynnae have a gander at them. The photos showed the duo and the other waitresses in various stages of undress (and, of course, enough was covered so the episode wouldn't be rated M18). Larry expected them to ask what his blackmail price was for the photo disk. Instead he was handed a small pile of photos himself.
    He sweated as he saw the shots were from the Tea Cup two weeks earlier. They were high-quality security camera shots of the men's bathroom. It was just after the hot tea incident. His trousers were down and his butt was uncovered. Judging by Larry's face, the next photo had to be a rather graphic frontal shot.
    "Perhaps we should call you Mr Tripod instead of The Lecher." June giggled like a little girl, causing her watermelons to gyrate a little. "If you want to save what remains of your reputation I suggest that you hand over the negatives now. Otherwise Lynnae here will dump those photos onto the station's net."
    Faced with two women more than willing to make him the butt of all bad sex jokes for the next twenty years Larry handed over the disk. "What's to prevent you two posting those photos anyway?"
    June eyed him closely. "Well, cops have to look out for each other. But I suggest that you confine your looking to something other than unclothed female officers. Working the archives will see to that. Good day." The duo turned and left, leaving Larry to look at their backsides, seeing their breasts extend beyond their torsos and bounce with each step. With mixed frustration and lust he turned and head for his desk.

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

[Epilogue]

Rose was right. It was a very popular episode. She wondered how many fans would appear in waitress outfits at the next convention.
    It was more than she expected.
 
 

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