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[Prolouge]

Comics in the 25th century did share one thing in common with their 20th century ancestors: the splashy front cover. Boobs in Blue and Blue Steel were no different. The two main characters, Lynnae and June, were always posed in such a way that revealed everything but exposed nothing. The comics themselves were actually animated shorts stored on small, plastic-encased memory chips. In each comic slip cover there was an unblemished blowup poster of the front cover. Needless to say Blue fans bought the comics for the posters just as much as for the stories themselves.
 

1

It was spring in Outback's northern hemisphere. The planet's axial tilt was less than Earth's. As a result, the seasons were milder but that didn't prevent the occasional Bass Sea squall from hitting New Darwin. Thanks to 25th century technology those squalls were just nuisances.
    Lynnae and June were patrolling a residential area. They saw the various home owners cleaning up lawns and gardens. Curbs were stacked with tree limbs and bags of leaves. Apart from the moderate winds and high clouds it promised to be a nice day.
    June saw a woman trying to get a cat down from a tree. Deciding to relieve the boredom June called Dispatch. �This is Charlie 14. We're on a 10-61 (miscellaneous public service): cat stuck in a tree. Our 20 (10-20 - location) is 414th and Hanbrook. 10- 4.�
    �This is Dispatch. 10-4 on your 61, Charlie 14."
    A minute later June was going up the tree, giving this issue its obligatory (some say gratuitous) panty and bust shot. June's strong hands and patrol shoes made her task easy. The little cat was handed back to her owner.
    �Thank you, officer. Mutchkin here loves to climb but forgets how to get down.� The woman was stroking her cat, the little animal purring to its heart's content.
   �Quite okay, ma'am. After all we're here to protect and serve,� June said, readying her collar com.
    The woman had something more to say. �Before you leave, I want to offer some tea to you and your partner. I image that patrol work can make you thirsty.�
    June opened her collar com and motioned to Lynnae. �This is Charlie 14. We'll be 10-98 for 20 (out of service for 20 minutes). Tea break. 10-4.�
    �This is Dispatch. 10-4 on your 98. Rescuing cats can do that to you.�
    June smiled. The dispatcher was Amber MacRoy, a friend of Lynnae and June. On the radio Amber sounded like someone's mother. With that in mind June and Lynnae went inside the woman's house, seeing that she was a mother herself.
    The woman was Lori Antherby. After giving the two cops some hot Jadegrass Tea she told a little about her family. Lori was taking a 20-year break from her job as an insurance claims adjuster, choosing to say at home and raise her daughter. Lori's husband was the copy editor of the New Darwin Herald. His income was generous, and the duo drank from expensive cups.
    Next to the kitchen was the family room. Inside was one Jennifer Antherby, wearing a VR helmet and obviously hooked-up into a virtual world. From her size she appeared to be 15. Her hair went down to her waist and was dark brown in color. Mrs Antherby was quite proud of her daughter. Jennifer was the top soccer player in her school and the walls in the family room were covered in plaques, trophies and ribbons.
    After talking about her daughter Mrs Antherby had to ask a question of the two cops. She pointed to the microskirts the duo were wearing. �Pardon me for being direct, officers, but I can't see you two wearing those tiny skirts all the time. Don't they detract from your air of authority?�
    Lynnae decided to handle that question. �We get that question often, ma'am. Many years ago it was determined that the sight of a healthy female in little clothing would make a man, even a woman, falter. A cop can use those seconds to gain the upper hand and control a situation. As for the microskirts we wear them only in the late spring and summer. For fall and winter we have pants and long-sleeve shirts.�
    �I'm glad to hear that, officer. However, in addition to your skirts do men get distracted by your busts? See that you're rather endowed I imagine... � Mrs Antherby was stopped by the sound of her daughter yelling. Quickly getting up, she went to the family room. The two cops were right behind her.
    The trio saw Jennifer slouching in her chair, alternating between moaning and speaking. �Please, give me more ice cream. I want more.� As Jennifer spoke, her hands were massaging her chest. She was slight of chest but acted as if she had a much larger set of breasts on her frame.
    Understandably, Jennifer's mother was upset. She tried to shake Jennifer awake but to no avail. Lynnae started Betty, her minicomp. The officer looked at the mother. �Ma'am, with your permission I'll disconnect your daughter from the VR unit.�
    Mrs Antherby nodded her consent. Lynnae had Betty deactivate the VR machine. Jennifer went into a brief spasm. June helped the mother to get the headset off, revealing the glazed-eyed girl underneath. She was still mumbling something about ice cream.
    Lynnae's minicomp was tracing the network pathway the VR unit was connected to. After getting all the data it could Betty passed that information to Lynnae. Grimacing, she activated her collar com. �Dispatch, this is Charlie 14 on its 98. We're 10-8 (available for assignment). We have a 11-41A (ambulance required, virtual addiction) at our 20. 10-4.�
    �Charlie 14, this is Dispatch. 10-4 on your 41A. Advise it will arrive in 10.�
    �This is Charlie 14, 10-4,� Lynnae said, looking at Jennifer. The young girl had a flushed face, covered in sweat. Her breathing was shallow, but was improving with each breath.
    Mrs Antherby was holding her daughter's hand. She looked up at Lynnae, eyes hard. �I know what a 11-41A is, officer. I can tell you with certainty that my daughter is not a VR addict. I got that machine only two weeks ago, and I worked it so Jennifer can't use it more than 20 minutes a day. Hardly enough time for an addiction.�
    Lynnae understood the mother's defensiveness, but she had seen many young kids burned out by VR games and fantasy worlds. �I'm not the one to say, ma'am. It could be something else. The head people and the cyber specialists will have to answer that one.�
    In a few minutes the ambulance arrived. Seeing their work done the duo said their goodbyes to Mrs Antherby. Lynnae again went over the data that Betty collected. The Data Investigations Section will have its work cut out for itself.
 

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Chief Talbert was ill, so the duo saw Captain Laramie instead. She read the report prepared by Lynnae. At the end of it Laramie looked at its author. �I'm glad we finally got some hard data on this apparent rash of VR incidents. So far there have been eight other cases. In all of them the parents found their children, all girls, in a semi-catatonic state. The VR systems were blank. No trace of what network the girls were connected into was found. Now that we have something to go on, we can mount a proper investigation.�
    Laramie signed a memo pad and gave it to Lynnae. �That's a transfer order for you and June. You're on temporary assignment to the Data Investigations Section. Since both of you have logged some time in VR networks that experience will be useful now.�
    With that the police captain sent the two officers out of her office. The duo wondered if Tobias was ready for them.

The dragon reared on its hind legs, bellowing fire from its mouth. In reply the knight raised his sword and charged. He barely missed being bitten in half by the dragon's jaws. In one quick motion the knight impaled his weapon into the dragon's breast. The great worm thrashed in agony, copious amounts of blood came out of the chest wound. Then it was over. The dragon was dead.
    The knight retrieved his sword and removed his helmet. His blond hair tossed in the wind. Six scantily-clad princesses, all them quite shapely and endowed, came rushing up to him. All six wanted to be first to show their �appreciation' for being saved. The knight got as far as taking his breastplate off when his world became dark as night.
    Sargent-Specialist Tobias Eddings, head of the Data Investigations Section of the New Darwin Police, Central Station, was shocked to see two pairs of real breasts right in front of his face when he took off the VR helmet. The shirt-clad chests were quickly replaced by two faces. He recognized them as Lynnae Wilcox and June Parlor, two of the toughest cops in the city.
    �What's this, Tobias?� It was June, looking a little cross. �Playing VR games on police time? How will Talbert take that?�
    Lynnae looked like a cat cornering a canary. She placed a hand on Tobias's knee. �Why settle for virtual vixens when there's plenty of girls who'll kill to go out with a hunk like you?�
    Tobias flushed. She should be the one to talk, he thought, besides, I'm not overflowing with sex appeal like she is! Looking at the duo made Tobias think. Of all the officers assigned to Central 85% were female, between the ages of 23 to 42. The 15% remaining were men and most of those were older than 53. The only other man Tobias's age (31) was Lt Larry Harkin (aka The Lecher). Larry pretended to be God's gift to womenkind. Tobias was more interested in machines and VR than his appearance. He certainly doesn't see any woman being attracted to his homely face.
    Squaring his shoulders, Tobias made his reply. �I was doing research into the addictive qualities of VR games. Seeing that a good number of criminals are VR addicts my research will be valuable for the psych people in their study of the VR addicted mind.�
    June patted Tobias's shoulder. �Don't sweat it, Prince Charming. I won't tell anyone. Besides, I and Lynnae have been assigned to help you on this new case.�
    The two female officers sat on either side of Tobias. He clearly wasn't used to dealing with more than one person at a time. Especially if that person was a pretty woman with an ample chest.
    Sensing Tobias's discomfort, Lynnae decided to pour on the oil. �This new case should be right up your alley. In all nine incidents young girls had experienced a particularly addictive VR world. They've reported about getting enormous virtual breasts by eating ice cream offered by some ice cream peddler. This would suggest that the perpetrator or perpetrators have a commanding knowledge of breaking into a VR world and leaving without a trace. Seeing that you like to spend your time in VR more than the real world you're the natural one to spearhead the investigation.�
    Tobias felt a little indignant. �First off, Lynnae, I don't spend all my time in VR. I do have a life outside this office. I enjoy a nice spring day, a walk in the park, and the occasional visit to the zoo like anyone else. So at least give me credit for that.�
    Lynnae was taken aback by Tobias's words. For all the time she saw him Tobias was always in some VR simulation or real-time investigation in a network. It simply didn't occur to her that he did have a life outside his work. Before Lyn could make an apology, Tobias activated his main screen.
    �Here's what I put together from the data your minicomp gathered yesterday. The girl had entered a safe domain that was invaded by this �ice cream man'. This man created a sub-pocket out of the primary domain. The pocket looked like it was still part of the primary domain but it was actually different on the inside. As to the types of domains this man is targeting it's rather simple: he only goes after ones populated by avatars of actual girls. We assumed as much with the first eight victims but the ninth confirmed it. It's just a matter of getting virtual agents into the appropriate domains, and wait. This ice cream man goes after girls whose avatars have no chests.�
    �This is going to be easy,� June said, pushing her chest out to emphasize her point. �With me and Lynnae on the case that man, or whoever it is, is going to wish he never inflated those poor girls. When do we go virtual?�
    Tobias smiled as he indicated to the VR couches and helmets. �Seven of the nine girls had just come back from school when they entered the VR worlds. That means you two have to go on-line now. Do you have a copy of your avatars on file?�
 

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Albert finished mixing the lemonade and brought a pitcher into the VR den. Mr Big had gotten his helmet on and was preparing to enter his next target domain. Big was part super criminal, part mad scientist, and all lecher. He turned on the wall screens so Albert can see his handiwork.
    �Did you accomplish what you wish, Mr Big?� Albert poured out some lemonade.
    An aged-gnarled hand accepted a cool glass. �Yes I did, Albert. I got my head into this helmet. Ha!� After a sip Big entered his target domain, one that was supposedly �safe' from people like him. After a few commands, a pocket of that domain was now under his direct control. He could hardly contain himself.
    �Yes, Albert. Those nine girls were my test subjects. Now I feel confident enough to try it on a larger scale, so to speak. When enough girls are convinced that they'll be happy only if they have a large bust, my stocks in bras and nanite augmentation will increase! Then there will more than enough big bosoms for every man to look at. Including me!� Mr Big laughed, but as usual it ended in a coughing and hacking fit. He took another sip of lemonade.
    Albert did a small bow. �You are great and terrible, oh master! There's no end to your evil.�
    �Take a seat, Albert. In a few minutes I'll have a group of virtual girls so big that they'll make Dolly Parton look flat-chested.�

After giving Tobias their avatar files, the duo placed VR helmets on their heads. After a few moments the system was on-line. Tobias finished preparing the equipment. He took a rather long look at the duo's shapely legs. June noticed him doing so.
    �If you think you can look up our skirts while we're in VR you can forget it, Tobias. Do that and we'll make what we did to Larry Lecher last week look like a dress rehearsal.�
    Now throughly discouraged Tobias entered a few commands and pressed the �commit' button.

After a few moments of disorientation Lynnae checked out her avatar. It was stable and responsive. Next she looked at June's VR representation, and sniggered at the sight. June was made up as a high-powered businesswoman. A businesswoman whose front was showing more breast than shirt.
    It was June's turn to make some juvenile giggles. Lynnae's avatar was that of a very endowed fantasy warrior woman. The warrior had just enough coverage, but nothing was left to the imagination. Even the warrior's behind was bare for all to see. June gave her friend's virtual bottom a light slap.
    �Gee, Lynnae. I always knew you had a Napoleon complex. Judging by your front you really want a chest bigger than mine.�
    Eyeing her taller friend Lynnae placed a finger on June's chest. �Like your little suit hides anything! You can practically suffocate a man with those things. And with that tight microskirt I bet you can't walk.�
    Before June could reply a voice that could have belonged to God was in the air. �OK you two. Take the locator bricks in front of you,� Tobias said. The two women took the floating bricks in front of them. They disappeared as soon as they connected to the avatar's hands.
    �When you two run into Mr Chest Inflator throw your bricks at him. That way I can trace his path back to his home address. After that it'll be a piece of cake.�
    The duo started walking through the domain. Lynnae realized something and stopped, looking up to the sky. �Tobias, one more thing. If I find out that you copied our avatars for your own fantasy world I'll kill you.�
    Tobias believed her. A minute later he erased the copies of the duo's avatars from his backup system.
 

4

After a few minutes of walking the duo found a domain that was a likely place for Mr Inflator to target. As they passed the boundary, they noticed that their avatars' clothing had changed. They now wore Victorian-era dresses, and their ampleness shrunk considerably.
    Lynnae ran a hand down her stomach. �Gee, how did they expect women to breathe in these things? Otherwise, this dress is nice.�
    �You said it. I wonder whose era was more decadent. Ours with nanite augmentation or theirs with crushing corsets?� June said as she pulled on the bottom of her blouse. Seeing that it won't budge June gave up and continued further into the domain.
    The duo saw several groups of girls, ranging in ages from 14 to 20. The girls were playing badminton, croquet, and bridge. The place even had a maypole and a fish pond. It was quite a peaceful scene. Now all that was left was the appearance of Mr Inflator. It didn't take long.
    A man was pushing a small cart down a well-traveled path. He sang out his wares, which included strawberry ripple and pineapple ice cream. A group of girls got up and ran over to the man. The vendor had to practically push them away as he opened his icebox. Lynnae and June edged closer, eyeing the man-avatar closely. The duo felt that they have seen this man before, but couldn't place the face.
    After a few minutes the girls started to massage their chests. In seconds their blouses inflated. The duo observed in a mix of disgust and odd fascination that as the girls virtual chests grew the blouses also expanded. The girls' faces were wrapped in ecstasy as their bosoms blew up ever more. Soon the girls were carrying breasts that they could barely reach around. The vendor seemed pleased and was preparing to move on. The duo had other plans.
    In a flash the cops' avatars changed into direct copies of their real forms. They stood in front of the vendor, a hand outstretched from each to halt him. In her command voice Lynnae spoke. �Halt. In the name of the law I arrest you. You are in violation of net law section 4, paragraph B. You are providing VR stimulation to minors without a license and incurring an addition into said minors. If you do not surrender now, you will receive a harsher punishment.�
    The vendor looked up. The twinkle in his eye meant that he recognized the two cops. �Why, it's two of New Darwin's finest. Don't you have anything better to do than harasse an old man? An old man, may I add, who is doing nothing more than providing healthy stimulation to young women.�
    Her face showing disdain, June replied. �Making girls feel that the only way they'll be happy is by having a big bust is the lowest. If anything, your perversion of these girls' minds makes you the worst kind of man.� June closed her outstretched hand and pulled it back. The vendor's VR face distorted, revealing the avatar's identity. �I knew it had to be you, Mr Big. You won't go unpunished!�
    Mr Big laughed. �Boy, you sure do sound high and mighty, lady cop. I wonder how you two will feel if I relieve you of your uniforms? Seeing that you have so little on to begin with.� At that Big gestured with a hand. The two officers found their avatar's bodies clad only in their undies. They both squeaked in surprise.
    �Boy, they sure can pick the sheilas at the police station!� Big was laughing so hard that he had another hacking fit. Taking advantage of his condition, the duo sent a wall of force toward him. Big was pushed backed several hundred meters, leaving a trench in the ground. June summoned her uniform while Lynnae chose her fantasy warrior garb.
    �You old goat, you'll pay for that. Exposing a woman is another crime you'll answer to!� June said. She threw her locator brick at Mr Big, hitting his face dead-on.
    Mr Big giggled as he got up and reversed the dent in his head. �Old goat, eh? I'll show you an old goat.� With that he transformed into good old Lucifer himself. The avatar's body was three meters tall from pointed horns to cloven feet.
    Lynnae rushed Mr Big. She welded a sword that was four meters long. Big dodged her swipes. In a quick move he grabbed the sword and flung Lynnae over his head. The airborne cop flew quite a distance before landing with a thud.
    Angered at the site of her flying friend June summoned a huge gun into her hands. She fired repeatedly into Mr Big, causing his avatar to stagger back. She turned her head and yelled. �Girls, get outta here! Go home and get off-line now!�
    The twenty-odd girls started to leave, but Mr Big wasn't through with them. In an instant the girls' breasts became enormous and heavy, pining them to the ground. Thankfully their blouses expanded along with their breasts.
    �You Bastard!� June placed a shot right through Mr Big's devil head. It was quickly replaced by his actual head. His shriveled-up face was basking in pleasure.
    �Bastard? Me? My parents were actually married if you can believe that.� The tiny criminal was eyeing his handiwork on the girls. He then shifted his gaze to June. �I see that you've put on your tiny uniform again. But at least I can have you join my customers.� With that June noticed her chest expanding. She tried to will her bust from growing, but Mr Big's influence was too great. In a matter of moments her blue-clad bust was over 12 meters in diameter. Instead of being pinned to the ground June started to float upwards.
    �My, my, my. I've seen bluebirds but none as big as you, dear. Stay there for a while. After getting my fill of watching those girls trying to get up I'll blow you up some more.� Big walked closer to the girls. They squealed in fear and tried to get away, but their busts still planted them firmly to the ground. Big didn't notice Lynnae coming up from behind. His avatar's left arm was chopped off by a sword that was six meters long.
    Big bellowed in pain. Turning, he snatched the sword out of Lynnae's grasp. He generated a new arm and crushed the sword in his hands. Undeterred, Lynnae produced a battle axe. Seeing what Big turned into she wished she had a particle gun instead.
    Big had willed his avatar to grow larger. It now topped out at 25 meters in height, and a huge hand rapped around Lynnae. Only her head poked above his grip. �Now lets see if I can make your �displacement' as big as the Hindenburg!�
 

5

Tobias was concerned. The VR battle with Mr Big was going poorly. Lynnae and June were immobilized by that overaged pervert. It was within Tobias's power to save the two cops, but at the expense of abandoning the girls. Additionally, Big has proven to be quite a VR wizard. It was apparent that he could send an overload down the connection and fry the two female cops' brains. Tobias could eliminate that possibility, but only at the expense of reducing the effect the two cops could have in the VR world. That would produce the same effect of pulling them out now.
    There was only one thing that Tobias could do. After loading a few programs, Tobias entered the VR world. He hoped that his presence could tip the balance.

After a few moments of flailing June got inspiration. Seeing that I'm a balloon I'll just have to deflate like one, she thought. Willing a large needle in each hand, she then plunged those sharp pins into her breasts. Her blue-clad chest released all of its air. After jetting across the sky she finally came to rest on the ground. June then saw her friend in the clutches of the now-giant Mr Big. Now feeling really indignant, June summoned another gun. This time it was a 205mm cannon with a pistol grip. She blew off Big's arms, freeing Lynnae.
    Big didn't scream this time, but instead just grew new arms and had his avatar get even bigger. It now towered over the two cops, a mix of 45 meters of devil and Big. Both cops placed themselves next to the girls. If those girls weren't scared before they certainly were now. Seeing that giant goat-man walking toward them, shaking the ground with each step, made them scream. Some of them actually were able to move their enormous busts a few centimeters.
    June fired again and again. However, her shots were no longer affecting Big. He smiled like a cat ready to eat a mouse. �Looks like you lose. After I'm done, your virtual breasts will be as big as New Ayers Rock.� Big raised a hand, and the two cops felt their chests swelling. Unable to escape, they hoped that Tobias was bringing help instead of rooting for Big.
    The two cops' chests had hardly started to grow when Big was felled by a flying giant blue dolphin. The dolphin then proceeded to slap Big silly with its' fins and tail. It ended with a final tail slap to the head. Only Big's enormous head was left above ground.
    The dolphin landed next to Lynnae and June. The two cops were surprised when they heard Tobias's voice coming from that cute ocean mammal. �Get those girls and yourselves on my back. I got a neuro-bomb coming in to finish Big. Hurry!�
    The girls' breasts had returned to their normal sizes. In a pinch they were safely on the avatar's back. Lynnae and June each grabbed their own flipper as Tobias took off. Lynnae looked back at Big. He was still stuck in the ground. Seeing a large shadow over Big, Lynnae looked up and saw the bomb Tobias spoke about. �Everyone, close your eyes,� she yelled.
    Big had just enough time to look up and see the giant, archaic aerial bomb heading right for him. He could make out some words on it such as �dear john' and �hi there'. Just before it impacted Big let go with an expletive. �Oh, fuddleducks.� The resulting explosion was quite impressive.

Letting the shockwave pass, Lynnae and June opened their eyes. Looking back, they saw the two-kilometer virtual crater left by Tobias's bomb. Big's avatar was all over the place. The virtual janitor will has his work cut out for him.
    After checking the girls to insure they were okay, the duo then sat on Tobias's dolphin head. The avatar blushed ever so slightly from the sensation. �Thank you, Tobias,� Lynnae said. �I'm sorry for my remarks earlier. I didn't know you had a life outside your work. Nevertheless, your VR skills saved our cute butts from Mr Big. I think that deserves a reward, don't you think so June?�
    June caught Lynnae's conspiratorial mood. Both cops allowed their busts to increase in size. Now holding oversized pumpkins on their virtual chests, the two cops knelt down. �After getting our �appreciation' those fantasy princesses will never measure up,� June cooed out. Then both cops pressed their breasts into the dolphin avatar and planted a kiss. Tobias blushed heavily, and his avatar turned bright pink.
    �Wowzers. From now on you two can call me Toby.� Before anything else happened Toby hit the escape switch. He didn't want to spoil this perfect moment.

Albert started the ventilators in the VR den. Toby's feedback bomb had caused Mr Big's VR equipment to explode. As for Big himself Albert removed the helmet. Apart from some singed eyebrows and improbably sooted face the crime king looked okay.
    �Feeling more or less intact Sir?�
    Big looked at his jack-of-all-trades assistant. �I'll be right as rain in a few minutes. I've been electrocuted more times than a month full of sundays. Old Sparky and I go way back. Edison owed the idea of electric power to me! And Tesla stole my ideas. Don't forget that.�
    �As you say, Sir. I recommend we leave now. The cops undoubtedly traced our location. I assume we want to use the good car?�
    After wiping his face with a towel Big went to a bookcase. He pulled a secret lever, exposing a pole that went down to a hidden garage. �Of course, Albert,� Big said as they went down the pole. �With all the weird vehicles on the roads these days ours will hardly get a second look.� With that the crime duo reached the bottom of the pole and jumped into their strange black car. It had fins on the back and an open top. The driver and front-seat passenger each had a personal windscreen. After a few thrown switches a burst of flame came from the back of the car. In a moment the vehicle left the secret garage. The duo passed a sign that said NEW BRITANNIA 20 KM.

Toby finished his report and closed the file. His neuro-bomb was powerful, but his justification for using it was approved by his superiors. Big's actual location was found, but the house was empty. The burned-out VR equipment should've told the cops that Big was fried, but they knew Big had gone through worse and was most likely still alive.
    All the girls affected by Big's manipulation were expected to make full recoveries. In fact, Jennifer Antherby was playing soccer again, her team winning a local game that very day. As for Lynnae and June's virtual experience Toby was happy getting a virtual kiss from the duo. He doubted that he'll get a real one from them.
    Toby was surprised to see Lynnae waiting for him in the car park. She was wearing a nice, knee-length skirt, tall boots, an Ancient West shirt with sleeveless vest, and something called a �Texan Tie' around her neck.
    �Hi,� Lynnae said, waving an arm. The resulting motion caused her volleyball-sized breasts to jiggle. �I've decided to treat you to a dinner. You deserve something more than a virtual kiss as a reward.�
    Toby was fixated on Lynnae's bust. Her small stature really made her breasts look bigger than they were. He saw another woman approach. It was June. She was wearing her biking suit; the body-hugging neo-leather accentuated her curves nicely. Her top was open a little, revealing the upper quarter of her basketball-sized breasts. That made Toby's heart miss a few beats.
    Lynnae and June got next to Toby, each taking an arm into their own. They started to walk toward a section of town dominated by restaurants and cafes. The duo did decide what they wanted for dessert: ice cream.

[Epilogue]

As it was for all comics, the value of intact slip covers and posters of Boobs in Blue issues commanded high prices at auctions and conventions. This particular issue was no different.
 

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