Blue Undercover
Police Blue Episode 5-17: The Big Outdoors
by Plato Voltaire
Copyright 1999

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]

The Big Outdoors was one of three Police Blue episodes that earned the M18 rating (fully naked breasts). The other two were The Bra Burglers (3-14) and Beach Blue Bingo (8-22). This adventure had our intrepid police heros taking a holiday in the forest. Little do they know that it isn't just the bushbears that were big!

[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

Early 2414. After months of uncertainty and tension the streets of New Darwin were finally at peace. Lynnae, June, and their friends, at great risk to themselves, exposed a web of corruption in the city government. Like all scandals, heads were rolled. The buxom duo was almost counted with those heads, but were saved by direct intervention from Chief Talbert. Lyn and June were grateful, but knew that their advancement in the Police was now nonexistent. It would take a miracle, or a change of mayors, to allow the two women to achieve the rank of sergeant.
    Along with some fellow officers, the duo were sent on a mandatory vacation to the Windpine Forest on the continent of Melbourne. Located in Outback's southern hemisphere, the Windpine Forest was currently experiencing high summer. That meant blustery, dry days and mild nights. With that in mind, June set upon selecting her camping clothes. Lynnae watched her friend trying to decide what to take. "June, do be practical. I don't think you'll need that halter top. There'll be no men around to drool in your presence."
    "Who said I'll be wearing it in the forest? This is for the trip down." June smirked as she held the halter top in front of her already-clothed chest. "I'll line myself up with a date, so when I return I can get back into my routine."
    Lyn looked grumpy. "If that routine requires me to get the morning donuts then you can forget it. Besides," Lyn said as she picked up one of June's denim pants, "I've noticed that this waist size is a bit bigger than normal. Too much cheesecake?"
    "Shut up, you!" June grabbed the pants and shoved them into her travel pack. "I wouldn't need them if you had bought the calorie-lite donuts I asked for."
    "They're not the same, June. You like the taste of fat."
    "Lyn!"

The trip to the Windpine Forest was uneventful and quite. To her displeasure, June was unable to land a date from the available men in the air transport. It made her feel that she was losing her touch, bringing her ego down a notch. Lyn reminded her friend that all things come in cycles, and that later on June could be faced with more boyfriends than she could ever need. That cheered up June real quick!
    Upon reaching the Windpine Forest Visitors Center the duo was driven to the gathering point, which was located near a cluster of natural rock formations. Waiting for them was Dan Spirit Talker, a forensic expert on the force, and Hans Jennitt, Central Station's head cook. "Greetings," Dan said, walking over to the duo. "I hope the flight was a pleasant one."
    "It was excellent, Dan," Lyn said back. "We didn't have to break any necks of men trying to cop a feel from June. She just had to wear a halter top."
    That made June harumph. "Shut up, Miss Fluff-and-Fold. Those short-shorts you're wearing will offer no protection from the bugs. I hope you're not counting on your sweet disposition to protect you."
    "Ah," Dan said, "I'm glad that you two are still spirited after what we went through. And to make sure you stay that way Talbert decided to expand the gathering." Signaling with his hand, Dan had a hidden group of people make their appearance. There was Valerie Kou and her husband Sal, walking arm-in-arm with their three sons in tow. Nadia Junker, the tall exotic beauty of Central Station, stepped with the measured grace of an athlete. The last person was a young woman, her Amerind heritage both prominent and beautiful. The buxom duo wondered who she was.
    Dan placed a hand on the young woman's shoulder. "Lyn, June, this is my niece, Marlene Spirit Talker. She arrived from Earth two weeks ago, and will be attending university this fall. Until then, she'll spend time with me to learn more about Amerind traditions and spirituality."
    "Pleased to meet you, Marlene." Lyn said, offering her hand. "How do you find Outback so far?"
    Marlene shook Lyn's hand. "Fun! It's hard to believe that there's so many cute boys here. And that Aussie accent - wow!"
    June offered her hand too. "All Earth girls say that. If you want, I can tell you how to spot the good boys from the woggers."
    "Listen to her," Lyn smiled, "June speaks from experience."
    Marlene accepted June's handshake. "Thank you, ma'am. My uncle told me about you two. I may sound rude, but," Marlene said while eyeing the duo's chests, "I expected you two to be much bigger."
    The duo looked scornfully at Dan, who tried not to make eye contact. "Dan," June said disapprovingly, "you could at least have told her that we were taller."

After squaring away camping gear the group made their way down a hiking trail. Along the way Dan pointed out Outback's various examples of animal and plant life to Marlene. "That's a log sniffer," Dan said, indicating to an insect-eating animal, "and over there is a bark bug." The grapefruit-sized insect make its trademark sound and trotted off into the woods.
    "What's that one, Uncle Dan?" Marlene pointed to one of Outback's most notable creatures.
    "That's a jackalope," said Dan. "They're quite common and prolific. That particular one is a waysel jackalope - it has a long tail instead of a stub."
    The jackalope was a comical combination of a huge rabbit with antlers. They could be good pets, provided that the antlers were capped. But jackalopes have one shortcoming - they were quite tasty, and their ribs were Outback's primary delicacy. A fact that Hans knew quite well.
    "Haven't seen one of those for awhile," said Hans, rubbing his stomach. "Marlene, want to see one close-up?"
    "Why yes, Mr Jennitt. Thank you."
    Jackalopes have no fear of man. This particular one responded to Hans' whistling and gesturing. The cute, dewy-eyed animal sat on its haunches, looking up expectantly at Hans. "As you see, Marlene, a jackalope is naturally friendly. All the more easier for what I'm about to do."
    "Hans," said Val disapprovingly, "don't..."
    With practiced speed Hans picked up the jackalope and broke its neck.
    "Gross!" Marlene's thoroughly disgusted. "Uncle Dan, tell me he didn't do that for kicks."
    Dan looked a little embarrassed. "He didn't, but I wished he did the deed out-of-sight. He's going to cook some jackalope tonight, but I guess he couldn't wait."
    "I certainly say so," said Hans smugly, "waste-not, want-not. Anyway, Dan, your teaching will include the use of animal parts and guts, right?"
    "Uncle, I refuse to eat that animal's meat," Marlene pouted. "It's barbaric and archaic."
    "Looks like your work is cut out for you, Dan," Lyn sniggered. "The liberal mindset of Earth people can be hard to break."
 

2

The group made camp that afternoon. The Kous constructed their two tents while Dan and Hans made the fire pit. Lyn and June conducted a firewood run and returned with picket tree branches. "How's Marlene?" Lyn asked, dumping her branches at Hans' feet.
    "She's still in her tent," Hans lamented. "Just what do Earth people eat these days? Nanite-built power bars?"
    Dan laid a consoling hand on Hans' shoulder "Don't take it too hard. Marlene's upbringing didn't include such graphic displays of violence. She still has some growing up to do."
    "Yes," June said, "speaking of growing up, I couldn't help but notice that Marlene is rather... flat?"
    "What will we do without that deductive mind of yours?" Dan said sarcastically. "Marlene considers herself lucky to be a B-cup. The Neo-Luddities have made sure that everyone on Earth is fed just enough food. Anything more is waste."
    June nodded thoughtfully. "Well, Dan, looks like your job is cut out for you. Me and girls will do our part to get Marlene to loosen up and enjoy life. And develop a taste for beefcake." June gave her trademark wink.
    Nadia rejoined the group, carrying her backpack by the straps. Dan spoke jokingly. "You're back, Nadia. We were about to send out search parties."
    The tall exotic woman harumphed. "Yeah, you would. I had to find a suitable spot for my nature call. When will you two get started on that jackalope? I'm hungry"
    Hans laid the branches in the fire pit and doused them with starter fuel. "Relax. I'm the cook, after all. What could go wrong?"
    "Everything," the group said, stepping way back.
    Hans snorted. "Thanks for the vote of confidence." Hans applied a match. In a comical burst of flame and smoke Hans' face was covered with ash. The wood of the picket tree wasn't all that suitable for fires, especially young, green branches. "Lyn, June, next time get some wood from a streamer tree."

Evening, the first day. Marlene rejoined the group, but only ate rations from her pack. Everyone else had partaken of at least one jackalope rib. Hans claimed 'cook's prerogative' and took two. The proud cook decided to start some conversation. "Well, that was some good meat. I'd say the term 'kitchen police' is rightly applicable for me!"
    Marlene looked befuddled. "A cop whose job is to cook? Can you explain that?"
    "He sure can, Marlene," Nadia said in jest, "get your hanky."
    Hans looked miffed. "It's not as if I told this story every day, you know."
    Nadia raised her hands in defense. "You don't, but it seems you tell it every time me and the girls are around. We're too kind-hearted to tell you to stop."
    "Now you really hurt my feelings." Hans wiped away faked tears. "Perhaps Miss Marlene will appreciate what I went through."
    "Oh, go ahead and speak," Val said, "my boys love any story that involves cops."
    Hans cleared his throat. "Let me see. Some 19 years ago I graduated from police academy. Being a young buck, I was eager to patrol the streets and bash-in the heads of wrongdoers."
    "Yeah!" Val's kids yelled in unison. Val and Sal shushed their exuberant brood.
    "After four years of pounding the streets," Hans resumed, "I was promoted to Officer and inducted by the bomb squad. Two years of apprenticeship later I was a full-fledge bomb-eater."
    "Bomb-eater?" Marlene questioned. "I thought that all bomb situations were handled by robots."
    "Most of them are, you wild filly," Hans winked, "but some poor misguided fools still believe in making diabolical contraptions. Some bombs are rigged in such a way that they exploded if anything electronic approaches them. When that happens the brass sends in a real person, a bomb-eater, armed only with the most basic tools and extra helpings of courage. During my five years in the squad I had to physically disarm three devices." Hans then turned somber. "Then, in 2406, came the last call. That fuddleducking lunatic called The Postmaster General made a series of hyper-sensative bombs. Each attempt to approach the bombs with robots resulted in detonations. The first three bombs were in open spaces, so the damage was minimal. But the fourth..." Hans stopped briefly, looking at his hands, "the fourth was in a hospital's computer core. I took the bomb and placed it in a UXB container. But... it was determined later that there was a pressure-sensitive trigger in the bomb. It went off the moment it touched the bottom of the container. My arms from the elbows out were blown off."
    "How horrible!" Marlene said sincerely. "Was that Postmaster General guy ever caught."
    "He's still at large, but thanks to Lyn and June here old Postie's last two capers have been thwarted. If he ever gets near me I'll strangle him with these replacement hands." Hans held out his arms. "Nanites are great, I don't doubt that. They built my new arms and attached them to my stumps. But even they can't restore my nerve, my steady hands so vital to a bomb-eater. In my nightmares I keep expecting my arms to fall off. I would've resigned from the force but Chief Talbert, God bless him, gave me a chance to stay. As part of my therapy I was taught how to cook and use kitchen implements. Seeing how adept I was, Talbert offered me the post of station cook. I accepted, and I expect to remain as 'chief of the kitchen police' until I finish my 25 and retire."
    "Oh, now you did it, Mr Jennitt. I feel rotten." Marlene said sadly. "Had Uncle Dan mentioned this earlier I would've tried some of that jackalope rib you cooked. I hope I haven't offended you."
    "None taken, little lady. Does this mean you'll try some now?" Hans offered the remaining rib.
    Marlene beamed. "Oh, thank you, Mr Jennitt. Since you cooked it then it has to be good."
    Dan made a mock sniffle and pouted. "Jeez, go ahead and hurt my feelings now. Some appreciative niece you turned out to be. What did you think I was doing when I made dinner for the last two weeks? Poisoning you?"
    "Come on, Uncle Dan. Everyone knows that tri-dee dinners are accidents waiting to happen."
 

3

The next morning the little band broke camp and proceeded further down the trail. The streamer trees had only begun replacing their 10-meter long leaves, rendering several areas of the forest bare and desolate. After lunch, the group reached a particularly wide stream. Rocks formed a natural footpath across the slow-moving water. Everyone made it across okay, except June. She fidgeted, looking nervously at the far side.
    "C'mon, June," said Lyn. "What's the matter? Afraid of running water?"
    "Yes! I'm afraid I'll lose my balance. I'm carrying a large load."
    "We already knew that, June." Lyn grinned at June's expense. "C'mon, or are you gonna will a bridge into existence?"
    Now fortified to prove her friend wrong, June walked across the stones, only to slip into the stream on the last one. Her friends came over and pulled her out. Her shirt clung to her chest like a second skin, outlining her generous bra. "Lyn," said June sarcastically, "isn't this the point where you usually say that you're thankful that I'm wearing a bra?"
    Lyn looked overly pleased. "Yes, but now it's time to chide you for not wearing unmentionables. Feel your tuckus."
    June moved a hand on her bottom, discovering a flap of loose pants material. Her bottom was unmarked, except for the small mole on her left buttcheek. "Well, don't stand there gawking. Turn around while I put on new pants."
    "Made sure you include silk panties. Nibbers can't get a hold on silky underwear."
    "Lyn!"

Night. The new campsite radiated warmth and security. The vacationers settled down to feast on another of Hans' fire pit masterpieces. "Excellent, I must say," Hans commented as he lacquered more sauce onto the jackalope ribs. "The jackalopes are more plump this year."
    Sal Kou burped. "Tastes great, Hans. It's as good coming up as going down."
    "Sal," Val chided, "don't be so crude. Be a better example for the kids." The Kou's children - Bobby, Champ, and Stan - rolled their eyes as they always did when mommy and daddy argued.
    "From where I came from, Val, if a person doesn't burp after a meal then the host feels offended. Hans, I hope you took that burp the right way."
    "Don't worry, I did," said the outdoors cook. "I'm just wondering where Nadia made off to. There's plenty of bushes around. Ah, here she comes."
    Nadia, tall and elegant, sat down at the fire, her plate at the ready. "Okay, Hans, dish out the goods." From out of nowhere there came a small woof.
    "I'd better feed you on the quick. Your tummy is anxious."
    A more audible woof was heard, and it definitely came from Nadia's tummy. Next to Nadia sat June. She leaned over to get a better listen of her friend's insides. "Nadia, did you swallow a fly?"
    "What makes you say that, June?" Nadia folded her arms around her bust. "Can I help it if my guts get noisy?" A particularly loud bark bug made its presence known. A very substantial woof came from Nadia's chesticular region.
    Lyn made a stern face. "Nadia, I heard that woof before. Do you want to do the honors, or shall me and June demonstrate a body cavity search?"
    Resigned, the exotic officer undid the top five buttons of her shirt. With her slim and strong hands, Nadia drew out her pet miniature dachshund Smudge from the depths of her cleavage.
    "Nadia, why did you bring Smudge here?" Dan questioned. "The forest is no place for a little lap dog."
    Blushing, Nadia held her precious pet close to the warmth of her chest. "This vacation was a last-minute deal for me. Zach and his family had their own plans and my landlady was out-of-town. The shelters needed a weeks' notice, so I had to think of something."
    Hans snapped his fingers. "So, for the last few days, you've been carrying that rat in-between your breasts? No wonder you took your time with bathroom breaks. That rat must have some bowel control, staying hours on end in-between those globes."
    "Let's just say he knows what he likes," Nadia said past her blushing face. "If you're through embarrassing me, can you scare up a rib for Smudge? He's tired of eating concentrated dog food."
    "Okay, little lady. He'll be treated nice."
    Twenty minutes later the dinner was finished and the campers engaged in idle talk. Smudge was handed from person to person, soaking up affection like a sponge. Dan stood up and raised his hand for silence. "As part of Marlene's spiritual training, she'll need the services of a spirit guide. This will require her to be in a meditative state."
    "What's a spirit guide?" asked Stan, Val's youngest.
    "A spirit guide is the spirit of an animal, insect, or person that offers advice and guidance. A person enters a meditative trance to communicate with their spirit guide. If your mother will allow it, you can try it for yourself."
    Val smiled. "Perhaps that what my young bucks need, 'cause sometimes they look at me like they're in a trance."
    "Mom..." said the exasperated kids.
    Dan raised his hands. "Now, everyone look into the fire. Clear you mind of extraneous thoughts. Think only of the purity of the burning flame. Your spirit guide will arrive once your mind is at peace. Keep the identity of your guide a secret, lest you want other people to take it for themselves."
    The group did what they were instructed, even Hans got in the act. In his mind's eye he saw a grass mouse sitting before him. What's this? he thought. I have a rodent for a guide? I guess things could be worse. Things did get worse. A four-toe eagle swooped down from the sky and snagged the grass mouse. I just don't get any breaks, do I? Hans thought in a grumble.
    June's spirit guide came in the form of a jaguar. The sleek and powerful animal was a perfect expression of June's power and beauty. Lyn got the services of a lion, the very symbol of bravery and courage. Val got a bunny and Sal a bushbear. Talk about dynamic opposites.
    Nadia wasn't that all surprise when her guide turned out to be a dachshund. Smudge was devoted and loyal to his mistress. So why not have him as a guide as well? Nadia picked up the dog and hugged it. The little ratdog even acted like Smudge, as it tried to get in-between Nadia's breasts.
    Marlene giggled when she saw her guide. How could such a cute and comical critter give her guidance? Like Nadia, Marlene picked up the animal and coddled it. If anything, Marlene wanted a bed pillow in the shape of her guide. It certainly was big enough for that.
    After ten minutes of meditation Dan roused the others out of their contemplative states. The camp was secured and everyone turned in for the night. But for one girl the night of wonderful dreams was just about to start.
 

4

Morning. The camp stirred to life. Dan and Hans were already up, restarting the fire and cooking breakfast. The Kou family got out of their respective tents and took in a lungful of fresh forest air. Lyn, June, and Nadia, wearing sweat pants and long nightshirts, waited in line to get their coffee.
    Marlene was the last to get up. She wore sweats and kept her arms wrapped around her chest. "Marlene," said Dan, "do you feel cold? That sweat-top must be cooking you alive."
    "Uncle," said Marlene like an uncertain girl, "that thing you talked about spirit guides last night. My guide showed up in one of my dreams. I'm wondering. Do they grant wishes?"
    "Wishes? No, most often they provide clues. It's up to the individual to act on those clues for themselves."
    "Perhaps mine is different. Look." Marlene removed her arms. The snug sweat-top was now even more snug. Marlene clearly wasn't a B-cup anymore. Softball-sized bumps were clearly evident on the girl's front.
    Dan was perplexed, as was everyone else. The girls gathered around Marlene to get a better look at her larger chest. June tentatively poked one of the girl's breasts. "Marlene, just what happened last night in your dream?"
    "Well, I was in a field, meditating. Then my guide showed up. It asked if I had a secret desire that I wanted fulfilled. As you can see, this was what I wanted."
    Val wore a happy smile. "Let's make this official. I have a measuring tape in our camping supplies. If you like, I can measure your chest."
    "Thank you, Mrs Kou. I eager to find out how big I am."
    Retrieving the tape, Val and Marlene ducked behind a nearby set of bushes. Two minutes later both women rejoined the expectant group. "This calls for a celebration," Val beamed. "Marlene was a 34B last night. Now she's a 34F, two cups sizes larger than me."
    "Perhaps there's some shaman magic in you after all, Marlene," said Dan. "But I think my sister won't go for that explanation. Just tell her what all parents expect to hear from their daughters."
    Marlene looked a bit whimsical. "I agree, Uncle Dan. Mother would believe I've gotten a nanite injection anyway."

[Warning! Obligatory forest pond bathing scene will now commence! Butts and bosoms will be shown, but not the nether regions.]

To the girls' joy, there was a pond fed by a stream near the camp. There was even a little waterfall, giving the girls a natural shower with which to rinse their hair. At the moment, Nadia made use of that shower. She gracefully stood under the falling water and held up her magnificent brown bust. The water carried away the soup suds to reveal Nadia's dainty, rose-coloured nipples.
    June prepared her hair for the shower. Her vigorous arms movements made her glorious front jiggle with delight. "Marlene, I must say you look sexy! You'll have to fight off the boys with a stick!"
    Nearby Marlene and Lyn were washing their arms. Blushing innocently, Marlene cupped her new front. "June, compared to you and Nadia, I'm downright small. Do you think the boys will like these?"
    "Don't you worry, Sugar," said June. "I'd say you're right pretty. No boy can resist your charm."
    "Make that charms," said Lyn. "Marlene, be thankful that you got your breasts here and now. When I was 14 my body grew up and out in a short period of time. The boys couldn't help but stare and gawk."
    Marlene looked naughty. "And get caught in their zippers?"
    "Ouch! Uncle Dan must've told you stories about Outback boys. Just don't incite them to glom you."
    "Glom? What's that?"
    "Well, that's..." the rustling of nearby bushes made Lyn stop talking. She hunkered down in the water, covering her chest. "Hey, who's there? Show yourselves!"
    "Don't be a Scared Sally, Lyn," June charged. With washcloth covering her nether region, June advanced to the spot on the shore where the girls placed their clothes. "If that you Bobby, your mom's gonna be really mad at you."
    The bushes rustled some more, and June caught sight of a person dashing off. "I thought so. Bobby, when I see you mot..." She stopped in mid-sentence when she saw something approach the pond. It definitely wasn't a person.
    "Ohmygod," Lyn breathed, "it's a bushbear."
    "What's that? Some kind of cuddly bear?" asked Marlene.
    "Definitely not. It's a predator. June, I think you should come to us... slowly."
    Stepping backwards, June also lowered herself into the water, covering her bust with her arms. "Only bushbear dolls are cuddly, Marlene. The real things are nasty and hungry most of the time."
    The bushbear turned away from the pond, looking towards the retreating form of Bobby. It started after him.
    "Bobby, climb a tree!" Nadia yelled. "Bushbears can't climb."
    "But can they swim?" said Marlene nervously. "The water here isn't that deep."
    "If they're hungry enough," quipped June.
    Bobby scrambled up a tree. Frustrated, the bushbear tried to jump up, its claws raking the tree bark. The boy was frightened, for the tree wasn't all that thick. If it wanted, the bushbear could've pushed the tree down.
    "Just stay there, Bobby!" June yelled. The bear turned. "Oh, fuddleducks. Everyone, stay quite."
    The bushbear trotted over to the pond, its four small eyes squinting tight and nostrils flaring. It tentatively touched the water.
    "You and your mouth, June," whispered Lyn. "You be the one to rub its tummy."
    A persistent yelping noise was heard. The bushbear turned away, its own throat producing a growl in response. "Ohmygod," Nadia said worriedly, "that's Smudge. He'll be killed!"
    June held Nadia's arm. "Stay put. There's nothing we can do. Even the comm is out of reach." She pointed to the clothes pile on the shore.
    Smudge growled and barked. It was a comical sight, a 5 kilo dog challenging a 400 kilo bushbear. The huge animal reared on its hind legs. Nadia was heartbroken. She was sure Smudge was done for. At that moment, an unexpected thing happened. The bushbear stopped growling and fell back down on its paws. Smudge barked persistently, advancing on the bushbear. Incredibly, the huge animal turned away and scampered into the deep wood. The girls were blinking disbelief for several moments, then realized that they were in the clear. They dressed hurriedly and left, taking Smudge and a very guilty Bobby with them back to camp. Nadia gave her precious Smudge a congratulatory hug and allowed the little critter to lick her face off.
    Some distance away Dan Spirit Talker, hidden behind a tree, sat down in relief. He had sensed the presence of the bushbear near the pond. Using his shaman powers, Dan was able to coax the animal away. He knew his friends didn't take his inherent powers seriously, so perhaps it was best to let them believe it was Smudge that really saved them. The little dachshund could expect a lot of attention for the remainder of the trip.
 

5

It was now evening. At the campfire the group was tearing into roasted jackalope ribs and pond carp. Smudge, proud as a lion, was being fed by Nadia. The dark-coated dog eagerly wolfed down strip after strip of jackalope meat and fat.
    The only unhappy person at the campfire was Bobby. Val gave her son a red ear for spying on the girls as they bathed. His appetite was not up to its usual standards.
    June sensed Bobby's melancholy. "Bobby, what you did was inherently wrong, but at least you've shown an interest in girls. I expected the older boys here to do some peaking of their own!"
    Hans blushed profusely. "June! Give me some credit! I've seen plenty of girls in men's clubs. Believe me when I say that I have no desire to see you in your birthday suit."
    "Mommy," asked Stan, Val's youngest, "what's a birthday suit?"
    Val looked playfully stern. "Well, Stan, I'm glad you asked. A birthday suit is what a person wears when they're brought into the world. Some men love to see girls wear nothing but birthday suits all day long. For some girls it's not a pleasant experience." Bobby cringed in guilt, knowing that his mother was referring to him. "I got a story about one particular man who has taken his need to see naked women to new heights."
    "Is it Larry Lecher?" asked Stan.
    "Who told you that?"
    "Auntie Lyn and Nadia. About two months ago when they baby-sat."
    "Remind me to give them a bar of soap the next time they come over for dinner." Val looked on as Lynnae and Nadia tried to act innocent. "The horrid little man I'm referring to is Mr Big."
    "Mr Big?" asked Marlene. "Isn't he some sort of myth? Like the Bogeyman?"
    "He's quite real, dear. Some people might dismiss Big as some media item invented by ONN. What he does is certainly real enough. Though he looks like a bag of skin with wrinkles, Mr Big has a silver tongue when it comes to seducing girls who have been a bit naughty. Then, by means of nanites or some exotic power, Big gives the girls huge chests and makes them wear very skimpy clothes. Plus he steals candy from babies, takes money earmarked for the tooth fairy, and fills stockings with coal at Christmas."
    Marlene giggled. "I'll have to remember all of that. I certainly don't want to attract Big's attention, seeing that I'm quite a head-turner now."
    "That you are, Marlene. You're big enough upstairs as it is."

The following morning. June clambered out of her tent and yawned. She massaged her nightshirt-covered norks, working some feeling back into them. "Boy, it's cold. A weather front must've past through during the night."
    "You said it. It's quite nippy," said Lyn as she joined her friend. She raised her arms and yawned. Her bust tested the snug fit of her sleeping shirt.
    Nadia emerged next, holding her precious Smudge next to her ample bosom. "Perhaps I should loan you Smudge. He's practically a hot water bottle with legs."
    Lyn grinned. "If he stays on my tummy I'll consider it. I have enough weight on my chest as it is."
    The other camp dwellers rose from their slumber as well. Dan had the fire back up to its usual vigor. A pot of coffee sat on a camping grill, ready to provide its contents to the thirsty adults. One person was missing.
    Val went to Marlene's tent. "C'mon, girl. Get up. We'll be hiking to a new campsite today. Up and at'em!"
    "Mrs Kou," came Marlene's embarrassed reply, "I'm afraid I'll need a bigger shirt today."
    "You grew again? How much?"
    "Let's just say that I definitely need the tape measure."

"Good God of Oz, you're huge!" exclaimed Val as she triple-checked the measure. "Marlene, honey, you're now 127cm, making you a 34P. Bust-wise, you have the same measurement as June."
    The mentioned officer whistled. "Gosh! I'm a 36N, but my bras are adjustable. Marlene, you'll definitely need to wear one today. Otherwise your enlarged charges will get sore right quick in any kind of walk."
    Marlene blushed appreciatively. "Thanks, June. I'm just as surprized as everyone else." She slightly squeezed her shirt-clad mounds. "I had another dream last night. My guide came to me, asking if I would like to get bigger. Really, it sounds silly, but I'm a bit jealous of you and Nadia. I asked my guide to give me breasts equal to yours." She hugged her basketball-bust. "My breasts are as light as a feather and I feel happy. I just have one concern."
    "What could that be, Marlene?" said Dan.
    "Just what is the risk of crushing a boy's ribcage when a girl has norks this big?"
    Giggling, Nadia gave the bosom-blessed girl a happy hug. "Oh, me and June have stories! Ready to take notes?"
 

6

The campers moved further along the trail. With her charges firmly secured by a bra, Marlene beamed happiness as she walked at her uncle's side. Her shirt fabric showed signs of strain but there was no danger of the shirt rupturing. Lyn and Nadia noticed the look of satisfaction on Marlene's face. They knew that the girl will soon discover the difficulties of having such a proud bust. Difficulties such as being unable to see her feet underneath her and the change in the body's center of gravity. Marlene discovered those two problems an hour shy of lunch.
    A small stone tripped up Marlene. She fell on her bust, making her squeak in pain. "Ouch!" She got back up, brushing off dirt and inspecting the damage. The shirt had ripped open from armpit to armpit, exposing the white lace of the bra cups. "Darn! Why didn't anyone tell me that it hurts when you fall on your breasts?"
    Nadia stepped forward. The top four buttons on her shirt were undone, allowing Smudge to poke his head out so he could see the world. "You didn't ask. Besides, Earth girls are universally small to begin with. I would've been hard to explain, but now you know how it feels. Me and the others hardly go a week without getting punched in the chest or falling down boob-first."
    "It feels like my ribcage has been compressed." Marlene massaged her bra-clad norks. "This shirt has had it. Uncle Dan, do you have a spare?"
    Dan smiled. "I do, but please play with your norks in private. You're making the boys anxious."
    "Alright, Uncle," Marlene said playfully.

A new camp was made that afternoon. Dan talked to Marlene, Mrs Kou and her boys about native Outback plants and wildlife. June was cooking bushnuts on the campfire. Hans, Mr Kou, and Smudge tracked down jackalopes for dinner while Nadia and Lyn fetched firewood. After another example of Hans' exemplary outdoor cooking the group settled for another session of story telling.
    Val looked on as Marlene did unnecessary checks on her shirt. The girl was obviously still getting use to her new size. She was also determining the reach of her arms in proximity to her bust. "Marlene, have you heard of the story of Boastful Bethany?"
    "Can't say I have, Mrs Kou. Who is she?"
    "Boastful Bethany is a story that parents tell their daughters that are impatient to grow up. Bethany was a girl whose intellect was only surpassed by her vanity. She often boasted that she could create anything faster and better than anyone else. Well, one day there was an evening gown competition at her school. Bethany knew she could make a gown better and more beautiful than the other girls. The only thing she lacked was a bust to give the gown some definition."
    "I'll never have that problem I daresay." said Marlene. She and Val shared a giggle.
    "Most certainly true, dear. Now, the gown competition was only two weeks away, and Bethany was in serious need of norks. Regular nanites just couldn't cut it in the time allotted. Her mind working overtime, Bethany created her own brand of super nanites. She got the breasts she needed and won the contest."
    "So what was the catch?"
    "In her haste, Bethany mixed up a set of numbers in her calculations. After winning the contest her breasts continued to expand until they reached beachball size in a matter of minutes. Then, a high wind picked her up and carried her away. She landed in the middle of the Bass Sea and remained there for a day and a night before being rescued. But it didn't end there. The supernanites resisted gamma-zapping and even destroyed other nanites that tried to shrink her bust. For the rest of her days Bethany had to live with breasts that preceded her by a meter and wear ankle weights to keep her feet on the ground." Val exposed her left ankle, allowing Marlene to see the simple gold band wrapped around it. "I got this on my 13^th birthday. Mothers give such bands to their daughters to remind them that their bodies will be changing soon enough."
    "In my case it appears that my spirit guide made up for nature's shortcoming." Marlene got up and yawned, stretching her shirt with the best of them. "I don't know about you, but my body is zoning out on me. I'm turning in early."
    "Go ahead, Marlene. You need your rest. You'll adjust to your new mass soon enough.

The next morning. Holding to the pattern, Marlene was still in her tent. Dan went to the entrance. "Marlene, are you awake? Did you dream about your spirit guide again?"
    "About that, Uncle," replied Marlene, her voice a bit hesitant. "My guide showed up in my dream again." There was a lull.
    "Marlene, are you bigger?"
    "I'm afraid so." There was a timbre of concern in Marlene's voice. "My guide wouldn't take no for an answer. He made me grow." She grunted. "I've been up for an hour now. The shirt is too small. I tried and tried, but..." A brief bout of sobbing was heard.
    "Do you want Mrs Kou to come in?"
    "Yes," Marlene said meekly.
    Val entered the tent and had to gasp in surprise. "Root a Boot! You're more healthy!"
    Marlene tried her best to hug Val. Now endowed with a watermelon bust, Marlene could've past for an Angelican woman. "Mrs Kou, I'm scared. What if this happens again night after night? I don't want to become a real-life Boastful Bethany!"
    Val did what she could to comfort the rattled girl. "Don't break a sweat over this, honey. Your Uncle Dan will find a way to stop that spirit guide. He's quite resourceful."
    "Thank you, Mrs Kou." Marlene pulled away, wrapping her arms around her bust. "Just what am I going to wear now?"
    "One of my husband's sweaters I daresay. If you grow again then we'll have to sew something together."
    Marlene cheered up a bit. "Perhaps we can use the tent material? At the rate I'm going that might not be a bad idea!"
    "Girl, you're far too young to develop a grim sense of humor."
 

7

The camping group gathered at the fire pit. Dan appeared to be staring blankly at the fire, but Nadia and Lynnae knew he was meditating. Marlene sat on a foldable chair. She held hands with June and Val, trying to be strong.
    Dan looked away from the fire. "I believe I know what's happening, Marlene. When a person with true shamanic talent begins to exercise their power for the first time, they might attract a malicious spirit. Your spirit guide could very well be such a spirit."
    Marlene expressed wonder. "You're saying that I have a genuine gift? An actual shamanic power?"
    "Nothing else can explain it. There is only one thing to do. Tonight, as you sleep, I shall enter your mind via a dream quest and confront your spirit guide. If it is the one behind your expansion, then I shall force it to reduce your bust."
    "Isn't there a risk to you? Mom said that some of our ancestors were killed while on dream quests."
    Dan grinned. "Then I'll be extra careful!" He then looked at June. "You've been quite, June. You usually scoff at my displays of shamanic powers."
    June guffawed. "I was being civil. It's more likely that Marlene has some unusually strong psi-powers that have been awaken somehow. You've been able to create your own luck as far as I'm concerned. May you be lucky for the rest of your days."
    "Did I hear right? I actually got a complement from June?" Dan held a hand to his ear. "Is that the sound of someone mellowing? You must be getting..."
    "Say it and you're dead, Dan. I can will your kidneys to explode from here if I want."
    "Peace, June, peace."

The night sky held its usual collection of stars. New Ayers Rock, Outback's moon, was full. Pale moonlight illuminated the ground beyond the reach of the campfire. Dan sat facing the fire, his face painted with streaks of red and white paint. Across from him was Marlene. She, like her uncle, was engaged in meditation. Dan occassionally spoke Amerind words and phrases, alternating between whispers and shouts.
    June kept looking at the woods around her, expecting to find something lurking in the distance. The stunner she brought along stayed secured in her thigh holster, though her hand never wavered more than two centimeters from the weapon. "We've been at this for two hours now," she said past grated teeth. "Perhaps if Dan used more peyote and mescal, he can get the score of the Razorback-Bearcat game."
    Lyn rolled her eyes. "June, you can be so insensitive. Must you be the Doubting Thomas all the time?"
    "Someone has to play the skeptic to all of your unsubstantiated hunches. Why, if it weren't for me..."
    June was cut-off by Nadia's forestalling hand. "Shush. I hear something." The tall officer looked around the perimeter of the camp, her eyes mobile and alert. "Someone's here." Smudge, standing next to his mistress, made a low growl.
    Lyn donned her pair of starlight sunnies and looked around the perimeter. "It's awfully quite. Shouldn't the bark bugs be singing now?"
    An anguished cry escaped Marlene's lips and her eyes shot open. "He's here!"
    "Where?" Lyn asked.
    "Here! He's among us now!" Marlene was visible scared.
    June's hand edged nearer to her stunner. "I don't see anyone, but I can certainly sense something."
    Marlene stood up, her hands on her chest. "He's inside my body! He's... No!" Breasts that have grown the last two nights began to grow again. The sweater, already a tight fit, was doing its best to squeeze the girl to death. Val tried to pull the sweater over Marlene's head, but it defied her determined efforts.
    Lyn opened her mono-edged pocket knife. "Val, I'll cut that thing off. Stand back." Getting behind Marlene, Lyn started a cut at the bottom of the sweater and worked her way up the back. The breasts seemed to grow even faster now, making the fabric groaning in protest. Marlene was fighting for breath. Thanks to the knife's sharpness, Lyn finished her cut quickly. Freed from the sweater's grip, Marlene's breasts assumed a more rounded shape, filling out at a phenomenal rate.
    Dan stood up. "He's there!" he said, pointing to a section of trees. Hans played his flashlight on the spot. Someone, or something, was in the light's beam. Dan grabbed a stone and heaved it towards the figure. It ducked and scampered away. "We'll have to catch it. We have only a short time before it returns to the spirit world."
    "Yeah, whatever you say, Dan." said June. Then she saw Marlene. "I hope your right. Marlene's in a pickle."
    The poor girl was sitting again, her little hands barely able to cover the nipples of her beachball breasts. Champ, Val's second oldest, had the presence of mind to get a blanket; everyone else was unintentionally staring at Marlene. "Uncle Dan," she whimpered, "look at me! Why couldn't that spirit make a full job of it and make me a pillow woman? How can I live like this?"
    Dan got down to on one knee next to Marlene and held her hand. "Don't worry, you can be restored to a smaller size. But as long as that spirit exists then you'll always run the risk of growing again. He's here, now, in this area. I intend to stop him while he's present in the real world."
    Marlene wiped away her tears. "Promise you'll punch him so hard that he'll vomit his guts out?"
    "That's a saucy mouth you got there, young lady. You definitely got that from my sister. Be strong and pray for me, okay?"
    "I will, Uncle Dan." Marlene squeezed Dan's hand and let go.
    Dan checked his belt pouches and his survival knife. "Val, Hans, and Sal, I need you to stay here with Marlene and the boys. Me and the girls will go after the spirit."
    Nadia donned her pair of starlight sunnies and checked her stunner. "I'm ready."
    "Same here," Lyn added.
    "This had better not turn into a wild goose chase," was what June had to say.
    "Then follow me," said Dan, not waiting for the others to follow him.
    Val watched her friends leave, wishing that they'll come back safe. Then she saw Stan, her youngest, holding onto Marlene's feet. "Stan, what are you doing?"
    "I'm making sure she won't float away, just like Boastful Bethany. She's just as big as her, isn't she?"
    "Stan! That's rude! Can't you..."
    "Mrs Kou, please don't be upset," said Marlene, resting her left arm on her blanket-cover beachballs. "Stan is a sweet little boy who's only doing what he can to help."
    Val nodded knowingly. "You're right, dear. It's not as if you haven't seen huge breasts before. Bobby," she called out, "why don't you sit next to Marlene and hold her other hand? She needs as much reassurance as possible."
    The oldest Kou boy sat next to the inflated girl and held her hand. He often fantasized about women with growing breasts, but now thought differently. Seeing what Marlene went through made Bobby swear that he'll appreciate girls just the way they are. He had no intention to become a pale copy of that real-life bogeyman named Mr Big.
 

8

Dan's eyes easily guided him through the forest. The girls, though fitted with starlight sunnies, had to run at a more sedate pace. Dried out streamer tree leaves littered the forest floor. The leaves crackled as they were stepped upon by urgent feet.
    The impression of a distant camp fire grew larger in Lyn's field of view. "Hey, there's something up ahead. My sunnies are picking up a strong infrared source."
    "Sure looks like it," said Nadia, running alongside her short friend.
    Dan stopped in his tracks, crouching low. He motioned his friends to do the same and join him. The trio of police women crept up to Dan. "He's up ahead." He moved some intervening bush branches out of the way. "Look at the people around the campfire and that figure in front of them."
    There were six women around the campfire. All of them were topless, their small breasts barely discernible in the distance. Dancing in front of the women was what appeared to be a human-sized furry animal. Its broad flat tail was the only detail that the girls could make out.
    The dancing figure stopped abruptly. It faced the sitting woman and spoke in a loud and clear voice. "Ladies, you're about to be blessed with sacred earth magic. Open your hearts and receive my gift."
    "Oh Yes, Mr Big," said the women.
    Lyn tighten her grip on her stunner. "Big? He said big, didn't he?"
    June pulled her stunner out of its holster. "He sure did."
    "Quite," said Dan.
    The furry-suited figure raised its arms in front of the seated women. "Your bosoms will grow to a size that will mesmerize your husbands. All I ask is that you make your men sign the documents I've given you earlier. With that task completed you'll shall live in luxury. Your husbands will work for me, or they shall be replaced with more appreciative men."
    "We Understand, Mr Big," said the women in possessed voices.
    The figure chanted and waved a stick at the women. Dan blanched both in hate and revelation. "He's using shamanic magic," he said in a low voice. "That stick must be a medicine man's wand."
    "What?" said Nadia. "You mean he's going to... oh, Hell."
    The six women moaned and gasped with sensual delight as their bosoms inflated with the urgency of carnival balloons. Breasts that were grapefruit-size became cantaloupes, then volleyballs, basketballs, and watermelons. Now literally touching breast to breast, the women smiled and cooed as they touched their beachball norks. They wrapped their little arms around their new mass, hugging and holding it for the sheer pleasure it produced.
    "Okay," whispered Lyn, still looking on in disgust at the whole scene, "this is how were going to do it."

Big's face, though covered with a mask of his own creation, smiled as he watched the women continued their touching of their new breasts. "Yes, my sheilas, enslave your husbands and make them work for me! Their money will make me very happy!"
    "Hold it right there, desecrater of graves!" said a man's voice from the edge of the woods.
    "Who's that?" said Big nervously.
    Dan stepped out into the open, his face fixed with righteous indignation. "I'm Dan Spirit Talker of the New Darwin Police! Big, there is no way you could've bought that medicine stick! You had to dig up a grave on sacred ground."
    "Actually," Big said with the matter-of-factness that one would order coffee, "I had to dig up four grave sites on Earth to find it. My exhaustive research had lead to the discovery of the powers of this particular stick." He motioned to the inflated belles behind him. "As you see, I've discovered the major power of this stick. Care to see the other functions?"
    "Your foul abuse of the shaman's power shall be punished!" Dan raised his hand and fired his compact stunner. Nothing happened.
    Big giggled. "I'm not wearing an anti-stun shield, and none is needed. This stick is protecting me. Now, I suggest that you take a nap."
    Unconsciously, Dan closed his eyes. His body felt weak and fatigued. "You monster..." he yawned. "You've invaded... my niece's... dreams. Made her... (yawn) like those women over... there." He fell to his knees, then to his side, but he kept facing Big the whole time.
    "Yes," Big purred, "about your niece. The only reason I was able to get into her head was because of her inherent shamanic power. The medicine stick enabled me to enter her dreams when she sought out her 'spirit guide'."
    "You... Freak." Dan utterly collapsed into a peaceful sleep.
    WHAP! Big was struck from behind by a small stone. He touched the afflicted spot on his right shoulder blade. "Who in the Hell threw that?"
    Lyn ran out of the woods straight towards Big. "I did! I'll remove that rat costume and throw you on the fire!"
    "Rat costume? This suit represents the beaver, the most sensual of all rodents! Here, I'll show you!" Big turned quickly, his huge fake beaver tail nailing Lyn full in the face. "Ah-Ha!" Big beamed. "The Evil Beaver strikes!"
    "Evil Beaver my eye!" Lyn high-kicked Big on the chin, shattering the lower half of his beaver mask.
    "Ruin my costume, will you? Why don't you join your friend in Slumberland?" Big held out the pilfered medicine stick. "SLEEP!"
    Like the proverbial light, Lyn fell to the ground in a heap. Big's gloating was cut short by the appearance of June and Nadia. "Go ahead and try that thing on us, will you!" said June angrily. "We're too agitated to be affected by it now."
    "So true, June Parlor. But I have another trick up my furry sleeve." A hold-out stunner appeared in Big's left hand. He immediate shot both cops, sending them to the ground like rag dolls. Big couldn't believe his luck. "At last! I finally got the undeniable drop on the coppers! Time for some fun!"
    Acting like a loony dancer performer, Big went from girl to girl, glomming their exquisite, shirt accentuated bosoms. "Oh, do you know the muffin man? The muffin man?" GLOM! "The muffin man?" GLOM! "Oh, do you know the muffin man," GLOM, GLOM! ",that lives on Drury Lane?"
    Big gave his double-glom to Nadia. Standing over the tall officer, Big had to admire the woman's fantastic basketball-bust. "Oh, somebody spank me!" Big squealed. "What a beautiful mixing of the flavors of humanity!" He unbuttoned Nadia's shirt so he could admire her ample bra. The glint of gold caught his eye. "Eh, what's this?" Big plunged a hand in-between Nadia's norks and drew out a medallion. In the firelight he appraised his catch. "This appears to be an image of Hanuman, a Hindu monkey god sworn to serve Lord Rama, God of Justice." He smiled as his right hand closed over the medallion. "Well, my ample lady, tonight just wasn't your night."
    Big felt intense pain in his right hand. He was shocked to see smoke pouring out between his fingers. "It burns! It burns!" Big yelped. He released the medallion and inspected the damage. The palm of his hand had been imprinted with the medallion's image. The vengeful visage of Hanuman was gazing up at Big. "What am I afraid of? It was probably just a trick medallion, that's all."
    The sound of a menacing growl assailed Big's ears. Turning, Big spied a small animal approaching from the woods. When it got closer to the fire Big was able to see what it was, and he laughed. It was a dachshund, a miniature one at that. Figuring that it belonged to one of the girls, Big raised his hold-out stunner. He didn't complete the motion.
    With what seemed to be supernatural speed, the little dog launched itself at Big. Powerful jaws clamped down on Big's wrist. "OUCH!" Big yelled as he dropped the stunner. The dog picked up the weapon and carried it off. "Come back here with that, you ratdog!"
    As if he was trained to do it, the dog spat the gun into the campfire. Big was displeased. "You rat! I'm gonna kill you, fill your gut with rice, and cook you on the fire! How about that?" Big's boast was answered with a fresh heap of pain from his burned hand. He fell to his knees, grasping at his afflicted arm. Then he saw the dog's snarling face. The campfire lent the dog's eyes a possessed look. It growled more intensely as it advanced on Big. "Stay back, you rat! Stay back!"
    What followed was an experience that Big would never forget. The little dog attacked with an energy and viciousness that belied its small size. Every effort the crimelord made to remove the dog only caused that animal to intensify its attack. In under thirty seconds the beaver costume was torn to shreds. Even the beaver tail was removed with one mighty yank of the dog's jaws.
    Big, now down to his boxers and undershirt, finally got hold of the dog and threw it away. He only had a moment of satisfaction, for he saw Nadia standing up - and she was ticked. "Big! You're in for it now! If Smudge is injured I'll feed you to the barnacles!"
    "Bold words, Ms Chest!" Big said with as much gusto as he could manage at the moment (which wasn't much). "Time to use my medicine stick again!" Then he realized that his stick was not on his person. A forehead vein throbbed and a huge sweatdrop graced his gray hair. "Ah, could you give me a second, Ossifer? I've seemed to have misplaced my..."
    Nadia rushed Big. She picked him up and held him over her head. "You pervert!" She yelled. "You had to glom me, didn't you? You even had to touch my medallion! I hoped it burned your hand!"
    "Please, nice lady! Let me down!" Big wailed. Smudge returned, growling and barking. Big was understandably rattled. "Wait! I changed my mind! Keep me away from that monster!"
    "You're a heavy little thing, aren't you? All your weight must be in that fat wiseass of yours!" Nadia eyed the campfire. The women on the other side were oblivious to what was happening, as they were still touching and caressing their huge lungs. "I always wondered why one should never throw a Big piece of fat onto an open flame."
    "No you don't! Please. These boxers were a gift from Hefner before he died. They have brought me good luck!"
    "Yes, the good luck of having me throwing you into the fire." Nadia braced herself. "Let's throw a shrimp on the barbie!" Without ceremony, Nadia dumped Big into the campfire. The little man yelled and cursed. He jumped out of the fire and rolled on the ground, putting out the flames that had gained a foothold on his boxers.
    A dirty, exhausted, and smoldering Big stood up. He pointed an accusing finger at Nadia. "You may have won this day, but I'll be back. I'll get you, my pretty, and your little dog too!" Big snapped his fingers. Out of the air came a rope ladder. Nadia saw Big's Supercar floating just above the treetops. "See you, toots!"
    Supercar, with Albert at the wheel, moved off. But the rope ladder wasn't drawn up fast enough. Big collided with several trees before Albert was able to raise the ladder above the tree line. He's going to feel that in the morning!
    Nadia picked up Smudge and gave her heroic dog an affectionate hug. The stomach with legs eagerly licked Nadia's chin. "Okay, enough of that," she said. "Let's get things here in order."
 

[Epilogue]

An hour later the cops returned to camp. They had called the Forestry Patrol to retrieve Big's women. Dan used the medicine stick to shrink the women's breasts down to a more 'manageable' size and removed Big's control from their minds. Marlene would've been next to have her chest shrunk. However, the cops found that her norks had already be restored to their former 34F size.
    "How did this happen?" Dan asked. "Did you exercise your power, Marlene?"
    The girl blushed. "It must've happened when Big was defeated at the hands of Nadia. Big's presence in my mind was removed. I felt a power coursing through my body, so I imagined myself with smaller breasts. As you see," she said gratefully, cupping her now-covered front, "it worked."
    "How did you know it was I who defeated Big?" asked Nadia. "We haven't mentioned that yet."
    Marlene looked knowingly at Nadia and then at Smudge. "It must've been one aspect of a shaman's power. I was able to see through Smudge's eyes. That's how I knew that Big was wearing those polka-dotted boxer shorts."
    Dan retrieved Smudge from Nadia's hold. He handed the happy little dog to Marlene. The little critter licked away at the girl's chin and cheeks. "You truly possess the shaman's power, Marlene. It's now imperative that you be taught the disciplines necessary to use the skill wisely." With the medicine stick in hand, Dan went to the campfire. He broke the stick in half and threw the remains to the hungry flames. With a momentary increase in intensity the fire raged, then settled to its normal output.
    "Dan, why did you do that?" asked Hans. "That stick could've done some good."
    Dan turned, his face somber and dignified. "As long as the stick existed, there would always be the possibility of someone like Mr Big getting their hands on it. I've just released its energy so it could merge with the cosmos."
    June snapped her fingers. "You should've waited, Dan. Good old Lyn here could've gotten her norks larger for free."
    "June!" Lyn scolded. The campers all had a good laugh. "Perhaps you would like to be made flat-chested again?"
    "Hey! That's not nice, you meany!"

[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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