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[Prologue]
It was the planning meeting for the last
episode of the first season of Police Blue,
the animated version of the Boobs in Bluecomic.
The episode was being made as a one-hour special. After going through the
original pile of scripts it boiled down to two. One script was about how
Mr Big, the reoccurring villain in the series, had manufactured mind-control
bras in a bid to take over New Darwin. The other script was the inevitable
time-travel kick. Quinn decided on a simple coin toss.
The mind-control bra
bit will have to wait for next season.
[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
The warehouse exploded spectacularly. The buxom police duo, Lynnae and
June, were chasing Mr Big's van in said warehouse a few moments earlier.
Mr Big threw a grenade and missed the duo's police car. The small explosive
landed next to some volatile chemical barrels. The vehicles barely avoided
being consumed in the flames. Lynnae was bucked forward in her seat, the
safety belts dug deep into her chest flesh and waist.
"Dammit! Mr Big is gonna to pay for that!" With
that, Lynnae lowered her window and started firing her service gun at the
van.
"Aim for the main lift repulsars, Lyn!" June was
pushing the police cruiser hard, closing the distance. "That dirty old
man is ours now!"
In the van Mr Big was trying to get an unusual piece
of equipment to work. His jack-of-all-trades assistant, Albert, was doing
his best but the van was a cargo hauler, not a street machine. "Sir, the
cops are closing in."
"That wouldn't be a problem if this alien contraption
worked! I knew I've shouldn't have traded that original Hank Aaron card
for this piece of supposed genuine Roswell Crash equipment. It's as useful
as a Betamax machine!"
Albert had long ago stopped asking Mr Big from making
such obscure references. Mr Big gave the strange device a swift hit to
the side. To his surprise the machine came to life and the van was surrounded
in a blue haze.
The duo were surprised by the site of that haze.
"What the hell?" June said as she took her foot off the accelerator. "Is
that thing on fire?"
It certainly wasn't. An inky-black disk appeared
in front of the van. It went in, and a splash of that blue haze hit the
police cruiser. June slammed on the repulsar brakes hard.
"What in the literal blue blazes was that?" June
looked around her. The haze was rapidly clearing.
Lynnae was rubbing her sore chest and waist. She
was looking around too. Then she saw something that made her tug June's
shirt sleeve. "June, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
June looked at where Lynnae was pointing. At least,
the skyline of New Darwin was the same. As for the women...
The women walking up and down the street all had
breast enhancement. Their massive mounds were held in check by what could
only be super-strong bras. Apparently only girls under the age of fourteen
were spared from carrying massive mammaries. For now.
"O.K. June. You're the science fiction expert. What
just happened?" Lynnae said this as she watched a particularly top-heavy
woman trying to pick up a piece of paper. The woman fell over comically
instead.
June tapped the steering wheel. "I bet Mr Big got
a time machine. That black disk must lead back to the past." She gestured
to the still-present rip in the space-time continuum.
"So he went back in time, changed the past, and
created a future to fit his perverted vision. If that's the case why haven't
we changed as well?", Lynnae said. She was looking at her bust as well
as June's. They should've been much bigger than their current, but still
expansive, sizes.
"I guess that blue haze somehow protected us from
the changes in the time line." June looked at the black disk. It appeared
to be shrinking. She mashed her foot on the accelerator.
Lynnae looked on as the black disk got closer and
closer. "Great. Now two of New Darwin's finest get to travel back in time
to fight their most insidious and lecherous, foe. I hope we don't end back
in the caveman era."
The cruiser disappeared into the disk. Then the
disk itself quickly vanished.
June quickly configured the cruiser to ground mode. Four tires popped
out and made contact with the road. The headlights came on and she killed
the rotating lights. She pulled over to the side of the road and placed
the car in idle. She turned on the radio, making some adjustments to the
frequencies.
"What are you doing? We should be after Mr Big."
Lynnae was tapping her pistol butt impatiently.
"You should know that if we go around using our
25th century equipment we could get some innocent people killed. Not to
mention risking the chance of ourselves not getting back home." June finally
finished with the radio. It was an AM radio station that played over the
speakers. Finally she heard what she was waiting for.
"April 19, 1997. At least we didn't end up in 17th
century Massachusetts. We would've been burned as witches."
Lynnae scratched her head. "Hey, I thought we'll
end up back in time on Outback. Not ... wherever we are." Lynnae looked
at the sky. New Ayers Rock wasn't the moon in the sky, but it did look
familiar.
"That's Luna, the moon of Earth. Besides, Lynnae,
it doesn't necessarily follow that going back in time means staying in
the same physical space. Doctor Who said that."
"Good for you and your Doctor Who. I don't suppose
there's something in our police manuals saying what officers should do
when finding themselves in the past?"
June smiled crookedly, causing an exaggerated sweat
bead to appear on Lynnae's forehead. "Well it looks like watching all those
science fiction and time travel films will pay off after all. But first
I suggest we change out of our uniforms and into our street clothes. I
don't believe what we're wearing now will past muster." Indeed, no female
cop in the 20th century would were a skirt that short. After donning
their street clothes the duo then activated the cruiser's chameleon circuit.
Parts of the car changed shape and new contours were formed. The license
plates were made to read as a US federal government vehicle. It would now
pass at close inspection as a late 1990's car. The duo then headed out,
cruising at a good speed down the highway. Going by the road signs they
decided to head for the city of Des Moines.
Lynnae looked thoughtfully at the passing moon-lit
Iowa croplands. "O.K. you venerable fountain of information. Now we need
to build a background for ourselves. What will be ideal? We need to be
in a position to find out how and where Mr Big will change history. A position
where we can be gone for long periods without raising suspicion. A position
where no one will really care what we did as long as we put in the necessary
nods and umms." The duo thought long and hard. Then in a flash of inspiration
they did a high-five.
"That's it. College students!"
2
Their next immediate problem was cash. Though she hated the idea, Lynnae
pawned her diamond earrings and necklace. The pawnshop owner originally
gave them $1,500. June, though, with the help of her rather open shirt,
persuaded him to triple the price. Next they found a small apartment typical
of what college students would get. The landlord wanted some identification
but June again employed her open shirt. He settled for straight cash each
month and asked fewer questions. That only left finding a suitable job
to fit their cover story. After going through the want ads they settled
on an opening for waitresses at a local diner. Since it was only part-time
work their documentation needs were minimal. The duo soon corrected that.
They next went to a computer store and got what
was considered a mid-ranged home system. After some stop-and-starts they
finally figured how the thing worked. Then they made a special connection
from one of their minicomps to the 20th century computer. In a minute the
minicomp had connected itself to the phone system and was giving the duo
Internet access. Three straight days later the two cops had a complete,
and convincing, background cobbled up. After making some clothing, food,
photocopying, furniture, faxing, and other identification and supply needs
the duo then felt confident enough to apply at Drake University (in Des
Moines) for the summer session.
In the few weeks before the session started the
duo prowled the net. They concentrated on the weird new sites, because
wherever Mr Big was strange stuff followed. Considering the size of the
net the duo soon decided to let the minicomp do the searching, selecting
key words and concepts to look out for. Meanwhile the duo continued to
adjust to late 20th century life.
"Yuck! They expected people to actually sit on a toilet seat?"
Lynnae was disdainfully looking at the porcelain throne. "There's no force
field to separate my bottom from the lid. I could get germs from that thing,
25th century antibiotics or not."
June was brushing her teeth and did a spit-take.
"Well, Lynnae, when in Rome do what the Romans do." She wiped her mouth
and headed for the bedroom, her panty-clad bottom moving quite nicely.
"I expected you to say that, jungle woman. Every
time I use this thing I expect to die from some exotic disease." Admitting
defeat, she lowered her drawers (hidden from view, of course, so the show
can keep its T14 rating) and sat on the john.
"Don't take too long on the john, Lynnae. The bus
will be at the stop in 20 minutes." The duo decided to use public buses
instead of the cruiser. There was the chance that the futuristic car would
be found out for what it was. It was safety locked up in the garage they
rented from the apartment landlord. It was a nice, clear May morning and
the start of the summer session. Thanks to prolong treatments their 35
year-old bodies still passed off as 19. They certainly looked like the
two, eager-beaver freshmen they pretended to be. The duo got on the bus
and headed for the campus.
Three weeks into the summer session Lynnae was in the main computer
lab on campus. She was doing some research for her entry-level English
book report. Her minicomp could've easily made one for her but Lynnae decided
not to do that. Besides, she liked doing the research herself. After making
some notes she clicked on the net browser's search button. The computer
froze up for the third time in the last half-hour. Deciding she'd had enough,
Lynnae went to see the computer lab supervisor to inform him of her problem.
Joe Dimsdale carefully moved the cursor over the
image on his monitor. Photo-morphing by hand required a precision touch.
A die-hard big-bust lover, he was enhancing his first photo. Joe was fixated
on giving the bikini-clad woman in the photo breasts the size of watermelons.
It was the darn shadow effects that were giving him trouble. He didn't
notice that Lynnae was right behind him.
"Excuse me, Joe. My computer keeps freezing up."
Joe was completely startled. A exaggerated vein and sweat drop appeared
on his head. He vainly tried to cover the picture but he almost pushed
the monitor to the floor. He grabbed and held it like his life depended
on it.
"Ah ... ummm ... sure. I'll be there in a minute."
Great. That'll be the last time I do this kind of work on a university
computer. I'll just do it on my system at home. Joe was about to close
the picture when Lynnae placed her hand on the mouse. Joe was more than
a little shocked to have such a pretty girl's hand on his.
"I see your problem. Here, I can fix it for you."
In a few swift strokes the enhanced picture looked and could pass for real,
if a woman having watermelon-sized jugs could be considered
real.
Lynnae let go of the mouse and went back to her computer. Joe was left
looking at her backside and the cute bottom that showed through her jeans.
He made it his mission to find out more about this cute girl and how she
got such an artistic eye.
3
June and Lynnae got off the bus and walked the two remaining blocks
to the apartment. It was now the fifth week of the summer session and so
far no leads on Mr Big had turned up. Every day they went to the university
library and scanned the daily papers. The News of the Weird column
was quite entertaining but had nothing that could be linked to Mr Big.
They entered the apartment and closed the door behind them. In a minute
they were down to their underwear, glad to have their waitress uniforms
off. Their work back at the Tea Cup in New Darwin has served them in good
stead. The clientèle where they worked now was virtually the same,
though the two had to do the hot tea to the crotch bit twice before the
jerks knew enough not to even look at them the wrong way.
June had first dibs on the shower. Meanwhile Lynnae
took off her bra (shown from the back of course, naughty readers) and put
on her favorite nightshirt (from some funny flat-screen anime called Animanics).
While cleaning her toenails Lynnae couldn't help but feel that she was
being watched. Turning her head to look out of the second-story window
she saw a black-clad figure in a tree across the street. The figure was
looking at her through binoculars. Great, looks like I have a secret
admirer, she thought as she continued with her toenails.
Last week on campus there was a protest by a 'womens
national organization' in front of the student union. In the 25th century
it was an everyday fact that everyone had and exercised their rights under
the law. June wasn't impressed by this group's antics. Getting on the stage,
she announced that being a 'liberated' woman meant that no 'societal constraint'
will work on her. To prove her point she removed her shirt and exposed
her large, shapely, but thankfully bra-clad, bosom to the audience. She
was greeted with enthusiastic applause, cat and wolf calls, and great cheering
from the male audience members and not so few females. She was escorted
off the stage by campus security but that didn't prevent supportive students
from attempting to shake her hand in congratulations.
Lynnae didn’t like peeping toms and decided to take
care of this one. She got up and went into the kitchen and made it look
like she was cooking a late dinner, encouraging the tom to stay put. Carefully
she crept into the bedroom and got her compact police stun pistol. She
then got out of the apartment and made an end-run around the tom. When
she was sure of a clear shot and that no-one was looking she fired. The
tom went limp and fell to the ground, branches breaking his fall. Lynnae
carried the prone figure back to the apartment. She was going to put the
scare into him so bad that he'll never look at her again.
4
Lynnae was right, Joe thought. He had to take what the cops were
saying as truth. Otherwise it sounded like it came straight out of some
sci-fi novel. Joe went over what they said in his mind.
Humanity
moved out into space and nearly a hundred worlds were colonized. Aside
from pirates and an active mob there's been no wars. And there been some
side benefits too. His lecherous eye was looking at the shapes that
were evident through the duo's nightshirts. He wondered if all the women
in the future were so well-endowed as them. As for this Mr Big character...
Well, he sounded like some demented amalgam of Snidely Whiplash, Mr Burns,
Wily E Coyote and Lex Luthor. As for him being at least 1,000 years old?
Heck, might as well make him an immortal from Highlander.
According to the police, Mr Big was behind the scenes
of every major criminal and financial event of the human race. He had a
hand in the 1929 Stock Market Crash. He helped get a certain Mr Capone
on his feet and made him mob boss of Chicago. He was the one that convinced
the Indians to sell Manhattan Island for a handful of trinkets. He had
stolen (correction, eventually would steal) the gold from the Martian
Main Bank in 2245. As difficult it was to take in, if not believe, Mr Big
was also responsible for encouraging Bill Gates to create Windows 95. Wait,
Joe thought, that last bit I can believe, along with him having
Elvis whacked for not agreeing to a new secret recording contract.
Deep in thought, he was interrupted when
June held his hand and placed it to her chest. The breasts underneath certainly
felt warm and firm to Joe. He was enthralled by the sensations. "Joe, now
that you know about Mr Big, we certainly need your help. Just as you looked
up our records Lynnae here did some checking on your background two weeks
ago, you naughty boy." She winked an eye at the now-embarrassed 19 year-old
computer nerd. "Your knowledge of Internet porn and sex sites will be an
immense help to us. Mr Big will certainly use the net in his perverted
plan to change history. Can you see it in your heart to help two police
women in their quest to stop him?"
"Gee, layer it on like a coating of chocolate fudge,
will you?" Lynnae moved her head in a tasking motion. Not wanting to be
left out she took Joe's other hand and placed it on her left thigh. "Now,
Joe, nod your head if you hear me." The enraptured young man nodded in
agreement. "Good. Now I know you're part of some Internet group that's
fixated on big bosoms. Talk to them and find out if they know of someone
trying to sell some far-out idea of increasing a woman's bust in mere weeks.
I promise you that if you get information leading to the capture of Mr
Big that you'll have my and June's eternal gratitude."
It was June's turn to make a disapproving look.
"And I thought I was the tease! Well, Joe, ready to make the world safe
for big busts?"
Joe muttered incoherently and got up. He mechanically
walked to the door and left. June got up, locked and chained the door.
"I bet that if he survives the night we'll have an excellent helper for
the foreseeable future."
The next three weeks were a blur to Joe. Every day he met with the shapely
and quite endowed future police babes. He burned out his retinas as he
tackled every porn site on the net. Waiting, chatting, looking, downloading
(Not that kind of downloading! Get your minds out of the gutter,
gentle readers!). Then all his efforts were rewarded. A new, but obscure,
site was posted to the net. It looked and felt like the site he was looking
for. He copied the URL bookmark to disk and headed for the duo's apartment.
It was something that couldn't wait.
30 minutes later he was at the apartment. It was
late and the duo were in their nightwear. Lynnae had on a much smaller
nightshirt that exposed her flat and firm stomach. Her volleyball-sized
breasts were barely covered. Her panties were pink and were imprinted with
images of Bugs Bunny. June wore a slightly larger bed shirt, but her basketball-sized
knockers were testing even that shirt's capacity. To top it off, her panties
were quite abbreviated, showing much of her shapely, heart-shaped bottom.
Apparently
sexuality in the future is more dependent on personality compatibility
than body display. But having big tits certainly doesn’t hurt, Joe
thought. He shook himself from his wool gathering and gave June
the disk. She inserted the 3.5" floppy into the computer and activated
the link. In the flash the browser brought up the site.
"Lyn. Look at this. I think we have him." Lynnae
bounded up and stood behind June, bending over to see the screen. The shirt
moved, exposing part of her breasts (and, of course, just enough was covered
to keep the show's T14 rating).
"Yep, that's him. I wonder what's going through
that perverted, demented little mind of his."
Joe went over and saw the image for himself. He
expected to see some devilish, handsome super-hunk. Instead Mr Big looked
like a piece of shrivel-up shoe leather with eyes. He looks like Mr
Burns on a bad-skin day, he thought as the duo continued to page through
the site.
Mr Big sipped some iced lemonade outside an isolated farmhouse in the
wilds of southern Minnesota. He had on an outrageous Mexican sunhat, loud
Hawaiian shirt and shorts, and sunglasses that had survived the '60s. He
was reading a copy of the New York Times when Albert showed up with
some computer printout.
"Here are the site statistics and e-mail responses
that you requested, Mr B."
"Excellent! Thank you, Albert." He took the printouts
and thumbed through them, smiling like a kid on Christmas Day. "Yes! We've
got enough interest in our project to make it viable. It's now on to Phase
2."
"Sir, I know that you're the pre-eminent criminal
mind in history, but why haven't you contacted yourself in this time period?
Aren't two heads better than one?"
Mr Big took off his sunglasses and looked at Albert.
"I considered that, but next to my breast fetish knifing myself in the
back is my biggest fantasy. No, I'll be making an opportunity for my younger
self to exploit. It'll take a few decades but I foresee myself, my younger
self, that is, becoming the richest man in the WORLD!!" Mr Big laughed
but was stopped by a coughing and hacking fit. He took a sip of lemonade
and rested a bit.
"You are great and terrible, oh master! There's
no end to your evil." Albert performed the ritualistic phrase and bow he
always did when Mr Big made a profound statement. "I'll be making dinner
now. Please excuse me, Sir."
"You're excused, but do fetch me some of that Minnesota
Corn Lightning from the basement. The last time I had some was back during
Prohibition."
"By your command." With that Albert went to do his
master's bidding. Mr Big put his sunglasses back on and picked up his sun
reflector. He was determined to at least get something of a tan this afternoon.
5
Three weeks later, June saw that Mr Big's site was updated. Reading
it carefully, she had Gertrude, her minicomp attached to the 20th century
computer, run some computations. Joe saw her face and didn't like the scowl
that went across it. She had Joe and Lynnae join her.
"I had Gertrude here run some probability studies
on the data I gathered from Mr Big's site. It isn't pretty. Watch the monitor.
I'll show you." She turned to face Joe, an impish grin on her face. "I
got this idea from an episode of classic Trek. The City On The Edge
Of Forever was the title, I believe."
The screen was static for a moment, then images
appeared. June provided the narration. "Mr Big makes nanite-augmentation
available covertly to topless bars, strip clubs, and other adult establishments.
After that, Gertrude thinks the next move has Mr Big ensnaring an up-and-coming
medical researcher and a cybernetisis. He has the two join heads and wa-la
... nanites two centuries early. The world economy wasn't prepared for
such an astronomical advancement."
The screen showed war, devastation, disease, and
horror. It then changed to a more peaceful scene. "Just as nanites caused
World War Three they quickly fix the shattered world. In addition to making
buildings, the medical benefits of nanites are extolled as the next best
thing since the wheel. Thanks to Mr Big's prompting, big busts are equated
with being healthy." The screen showed women with breasts as big as basketballs,
their new massiveness held in check by advanced bra designs.
"Mr Big makes a fortune in the garment industry,
making him richer than Warren Buffet, Bill Gates, and the Rockefellers
combined. Over time a small woman is considered to have a 230 centimeter
bust, with the average being 305."
Joe did the math. Why that's 90 and 120 inches
respectively! That means that large woman have 150 inch busts! His
fantasy about seeing a woman that big was cut off by June's report.
"Strangely, Gertrude doesn’t think this will lead to a reversal in women's
self-esteem as men use nanites to keep themselves virile and 'hunkish'."
Both cops giggled at the thought.
"After that the simulation shows man's advancement
into space pretty much as it happened, excuse me, how it could happen had
there been no war or early nanites." The simulation ended, returning the
screen to the browser window that still held Mr Big's website.
"I grant that little pervert has a vision. A really
warped vision, mind you, but a vision," Lynnae said as she teased a lock
of hair. She looked down at June. "Wait a second! Could Mr Big have already
contacted his earlier self?"
June tapped Gertrude's casing. "Gerty already considered
that. The Mr Big of this time frame is currently fighting the Yakuza for
control of the used underwear market in Japan. I don't believe
our
Mr Big would want to distract his past self. Besides, he's literally thinking
of the future. He's going to set up an opportunity that he won't
miss and take advantage of."
"That little weasel. He'll be rich two times over!
We're going to have to stop him now. June, print off that new information
from his site." Lynnae removed her robe, showing off her nightshirt and
panties.
Joe was a little confused, but he was getting used
to seeing the duo in little clothing. "Um, Lynnae? What are you going to
do?"
She faced the young man, a seductive smile on her
lips. "We are going to go to Mr Big's Bust-Out Party, that's what."
With that Lynnae headed for bathroom and removed her shirt. Joe only saw
the sides of her breasts protruding from her torso before the door closed
behind her.
Joe never expected that he would end up going on a roadtrip with two
shapely, buxom future cop babes. Indeed, he never expected to go on a roadtrip
with any woman. Computer nerds were at the very bottom of the college
dating scene. Now he was going to some obscure Minnesota farm with two
police women intent on saving the human race from an overendowed future.
He took another tug on his container of Jolt cola. He needed all that caffeine
to keep him awake. It was a Saturday afternoon and the trip would take
a few hours to complete. To pass the time June played tapes from a music
group called Queen.
Joe offered the use of his car, a 1976 Plymouth
Volare in mint condition. Lynnae and June only giggled and showed Joe their
car. The police cruiser, on the outside, looked like a 1997 Ford Taurus
with tinted windows, but on the inside it exuded that high-tech feel. Joe
looked at the control panel and knew that it didn't come from any Detroit
factory. It reminded him of that car in the Back to the Future movies.
The back seat was very comfortable, and he feel asleep despite all that
Jolt cola he drank.
6
It was sunset when the trio found the obscure little farmhouse and barn.
There were some cars and minivans there already. Mr Big had posted an invitation
to nude bar and pole-dancing establishments to send their most 'undeveloped'
women to receive special enhancement. At no cost to themselves and a thousand
dollar gift for their troubles. Who could pass up an offer like that?
The trio got out of the car. Lynnae had on a really
large Drake University Bulldogs football team T-shirt. She helped out a
football player on his book report and got the shirt as payment. Underneath
she had a sports bra and cutoff jeans. In her fanny pack she had her own
minicomp (nicknamed Betty) and a compact police stunner. June wore a really
loud red shirt, a fanny pack with a stunner inside, and a ratty pair of
jeans. Joe had jeans also, but wore a Duckman shirt with the caption 'What
the hell are you staring at?' They made their way to the barn. Above the
doors was a banner saying 'Welcome Future Balloonists'. The police duo
groaned in unison.
There were quite a few women and only a handful
of men. Joe noticed that the women ranged in age from 17 to the early twenties.
He saw a particularly attractive Asian girl that made his heart race. June
brought him back to earth. "Joe, keep an eye out for Mr Big and his flunky,
Albert." Nodding in the affirmative Joe continued walking around in the
refurbished barn, gawking at the assemblage of shapely women.
Just then Albert arrived. He looked like just the
way Lynnae described him; a golem with a permanent bad hair day. He got
on the stage and spoke. "Thank you for attending Mr Big's Bust-Out Party.
The buffet will open shortly but first I will choose the first four women
to see Mr Big." With that Albert pointed them out, including the Asian
girl that Joe found so enticing. After they left a section of wall came
down, revealing tables of food. The gathered crowd went into the awaiting
piles of hamburgers, hotdogs, potato salad bowls and softdrinks. It was
only twenty minutes later that the four women came back. The hubbub in
the barn came to a sudden stop.
Joe, Lynnae, June and everyone else save Albert
were gawking at those four women. Damn, Joe thought,
Lynnae told
me that nanites worked fast but this is ridiculous! All four of those
women were now proud owners of watermelon-sized breasts. The Asian girl's
black tank top was barely holding its own keeping her breasts in check.
Two tall and slim fair-skinned women had their shirts untucked from their
jeans and were looking quite happy. A dazzling red-headed Hispanic woman
was practically beaming with delight, her bikini top barely covering the
front of her breasts. Albert started a tape in a boom box. The enhanced
woman got on stage and began to perform an erotic dance, their boobs gyrating
to the music’s rhythm.
If those boobs were made of regular flesh instead
of nanite-made tissue then they would've been hanging past their knees,
Lynnae observed. Other women were rushing the stage, trying to prove to
themselves that those breasts were real and not stage props. Lynnae removed
her minicomp and gave it to June, keeping the stun pistol. "I'll volunteer
to be next, June. If I'm not back in 30 minutes then come after me, guns
a-blazing."
"Angels go where fools dare not tread. Or is it
the other way around? Good luck Lyn." By that time Albert made his way
to the stage and asked for volunteers. All the women yelled, jumped, and
threw their arms in the air, trying to get Albert's attention. Out of the
next four chosen Lynnae was one of them. The four proceeded into the farmhouse.
Albert seated them in the kitchen and gave each of them a particularly
fatty ham sandwich to eat. Then the first one was sent down to the basement.
Three minutes later she came back up, now a proud owner of massive breasts.
Her shirt was only able to cover the top two thirds of her new bosom. The
same thing was repeated for number 2 and 3. It was then Lynnae's turn.
Summoning up her resolve, she went down those stairs to face Mr Big.
7
Mr Big was quite happy with himself. His plan was working perfectly.
With these enhanced women he'd satisfy his fetish and those of thousands,
nay millions, of other men. In time those enhanced women would be photographed
in every skin magazine in existence. The younger Mr Big would take note
and, as the older Mr Big knew, would get a percentage of those magazine
sales for himself, earning him another steady source of income. He'd need
all that money when the time came to invest in the garment industry and
beyond. His rapture was ended when the fourth woman came down the stairs.
Squinting hard he looked at her face. The gleam of metal in her hand drew
his eye instead.
"Hold it right there, you pervert." Mr Big definitely
recognized the voice, and his poor eyes finally saw the face it belonged
to.
"Why, it is my most shapely police woman adversary,
Lynnae Wilcox. How did you get back to the 20th century?"
"Can the balloon juice, gramps. I'm here to stop
you from making every woman in the world a grotesque balloon toy."
"Oh, I'm so scared. Sorry to tell you that all your
efforts will come to naught. Barbara, Kelly, teach Bonnie here a lesson.
Kill her."
Two shapes jumped out of the shadows. They were
two women enhanced by Mr Big. Their massive sport bras held their breasts
firmly. Before she could act, Lynnae's stun gun was knocked out of her
hand. Recovering quickly she used her martial art skills to tackle her
foes. In short order her opponents were knocked out cold. She turned to
face Mr Big.
"It's over, Mr Big. Surrender now and I won't have
that comment about having me killed held against you."
Mr Big seemed to be too much at ease. He raised
his hand; Lynnae's stun gun was in it. "Young people should listen to their
elders more often." He fired and Lynnae hit the floor hard.
It was only a light stun. Lynnae woke up to find herself tied to a chair
in the basement. Mr Big was standing a few feet away, holding a silvery
box that had the dimensions of a VCR tape player. The smug look on his
weathered face made Lynnae all that more pissed off.
"I finally got the drop on you, lady cop. I injected
you with some sixth-generation nanites. In case you're wondering I had
a portable nanite manufacturing module in the van with me when I went back
in time."
"I figured that much out, pervert. And you can spare
me the obligatory plot point of the villain explaining his evil plans.
That was deduced earlier in the show. Besides, how did you get those girls
to blow up so quickly? Even with sixth-generation nanites it would take
at least six weeks for them to get breasts that big."
"Did you like show-and-tell back in grade school?"
Seeing that Lynnae was in no mood to answer his question Mr Big pressed
on. "Just take a gander at that apple over there on the stool."
As Lynnae looked on Mr Big activated some controls
on the silver box. A light blue beam hit the apple. In seconds the apple
decayed into a pile of rot. He then pointed the box at Lynnae. Understandably
anxious, an exaggerated sweat bead and a throbbing vein appeared on her
forehead. She imagined being changed into either an elderly lady or a new-born
baby by that device.
"Oh, I won't age you that much, copper. Remember
that I injected you with breast-enhancing nanites and you ate some rather
fatty foods. Now if I age you a few weeks... like so..."
He pressed a button. Instantly Lynnae looked at
her chest and felt a little funny. Right before her eyes her breasts began
to expand. The sports bra under her football shirt began to feel tight.
In seconds it came undone, her billowing mammaries now causing her shirt
to stretch forward. She went wide-eyed as her boobs got bigger and bigger.
In a few seconds it was over.
Lynnae knew that her hair and nails had to be longer
due to the advanced aging. Her attention, however, was fixed on her chest.
Her now massive bust was resting on her lap, going over her knees at least
15 centimeters and 50 centimeters past either side of her torso. The football
shirt was stretched very tight, and as Lynnae took in a breath a small
rip appeared at the top.
She had to turn her head so her words wouldn't be
muffled. "You pervert!" The rip got a little bigger. She controlled her
breaths, using her willpower to the upmost. Her breasts were four centimeters
over her head and she couldn't see Mr Big's face at all.
"Don't mind if I do! You blew up like a cheap Taiwanese
sex toy! With my failing eyes your boobs have to be that big for me to
see them! By Adam and Eve they're whoppers! Yahoo! 23 skidoo!" Mr Big did
an Indian dance around the now-massive officer, clearly enjoying himself.
Lynnae was understandably very pissed off.
As she fought her bounds she felt her left leg come free. She smiled inside.
What luck that he used masking tape on my legs instead of rope. It must've
been old tape to begin with because when he aged me he aged the chair also.
Now the tape is very weak. I'll just bide my time and play along. If he's
going to do what I think he's going to do then this will be over soon.
Mr Big took a short breather. He lustfully
eyed Lynnae, who in turned tried to look as menacing as possible. Since
Mr Big couldn't see her face from the front it was only for her benefit.
"Too bad I'm so old. I can't deflower you..." he said.
"How did you know about that?" When Lynnae said
that her shirt tear got even bigger, showing more of her new bosom.
"I'm like an evil St Nick. I know who's been naughty
and really naughty." His little laugh made Lynnae grimace. I
bet he has files on every woman and girl on Outback, that lech, Lynnae
thought. Mr Big picked up where he started. "I can't deflower you but I
could certainly 'blow you up'! Yes, you blew up real good!" He went into
a laughing spurt that soon ended in a fit of coughing and hacking. Regaining
his pose he started speaking again.
"Hey, there's a new one. Now I'll know what they
mean by 'cop a feel'!" With that he walked over to Lynnae, a hand outstretched.
Lynnae put on her best panic face. "Don't you do
that! Lech, Lech!" Paying no mind, Mr Big placed a hand on Lynnae's left
breast, giving it a gentle squeeze. She pretended to be aroused.
That's
right, you piece of movie theater floor. Just come in a few centimeter
closer...
Mr Big did come in closer. Lynnae's freed
left leg came up, her foot connecting with Mr Big's crotch. His eyes almost
jumped out of their sockets, little animated stars and streaks came out
of his head. He fell on Lynnae's bust. The change in balance caused her
to fall forward. The most perverted criminal mind the world had ever seen
was now trapped and most likely begin suffocated by Lynnae's bust. She
would be just as happy to have killed him here than taking him back for
proper punishment. She hoped that June alone would find her. Poor Joe would
probably bust a vein if he saw Lynnae in her current state.
8
June came bounding down the basement stairs, stunner ready. She had
already taken care of Albert and was wary of any other surprises. She saw
two women on the floor, just as busty as the ones now dancing in the barn.
In the middle of the room there was a woman with a very large chest.
Her hair was long, but it was the same color as Lynnae's. Could it be...?
"I hope that's you, June. Spare me any sarcastic
remarks about my desire of being bigger than you coming true."
"Lynnae, where is that pervert? Did he get away?"
June undid Lynnae's bonds. Though she got up carefully the rip in Lynnae's
shirt got larger. They both saw Mr Big, his face still covered in bliss.
June checked his pulse. Still alive ... darn.
Lynnae explained what happened to her. As she pointed
to the alien device the rip in her shirt got even bigger. She hugged her
bust to prevent the shirt from ripping more. "I suggest that you use that
thing on me now, otherwise this episode will get a M18 rating."
"Just give me a few seconds. Mr Big's hen scratches
are hard to read." June seemed to have figured it out. She aimed the device
at Lynnae and pressed a button. Lynnae saw her bust shrink and her hair
and nails returning to their normal sizes. In a few seconds she was back
to normal, but it didn't stop. Lynnae felt herself getting smaller and
smaller! Realizing what was happening, June turned off the device but not
before Lynnae's body reverted to that of a nine-year-old girl. The football
shirt almost fell off her tiny shoulders. Holding the shirt to her body
she looked up at June. She was shorter than June to begin with but now
she really had to crane her neck up to see June's apologetic face.
"I promise I'll kill you quickly if you return me
to normal RIGHT NOW!" Lynnae hated the squeaky girl's voice that spoke
in place of her mature one. June had to giggle at the sight. "Boy, you
were cute as a button as a girl. One instant puberty spurt coming right
up."
After finding a new shirt Lynnae and June set out to undo the work Mr
Big had done to the women. They first stunned the whole barn and dragged
in the nanite module and Mr Big's two endowed thugs. Only after giving
the women a gamma radiation burst to kill the nanites (Lynnae only needed
that gamma burst) and injected breast-reducing nanites into them did they
then use the alien device. In no time those breasts were back to normal.
They next woke Albert and had him destroy all the notes and data that he
and Mr Big had collected. No one was going to discover what had happened
here. Locating the van the trio then had Mr Big and Albert bound and gagged.
They also found another function of the alien contraption. They placed
the two criminals in stasis, posing them as statues and laying them flat
in the van. After making a final check of the house they then moved the
stunned people away from the buildings and set the structures on fire.
They placed a call to the nearest fire department. The firemen would assume
it was some wild party that got out of hand.
The next morning had the trio in the Twin Cities.
After finding a junkyard they paid the owner a considerable sum to look
the other way while they used the car compactor. The 25th century van and
the nanite module were crushed into a little cube. They placed the cube
in the trunk of the disguised police cruiser and sped back to Des Moines.
Joe had the dubious pleasure of sitting in the back seat with two time-frozen
criminals on either side of him. At least they didn't bite.
9
It was a nice August night as the duo prepared to return to the 25th
century. They kept Mr Big and Albert frozen in time and left them in the
back seat. Joe asked them if they were going to take anything back with
them. Lynnae and June both lit up with joy. They practically crammed everything
that would fit into the cruiser. Towels, the VCR, video tapes collections
of crime dramas, CDs, anything. In the 25th century they'd get a king's
ransom in any auction. Lynnae finally saw her chance to be debt-free and
June imagined getting that sports bike she always wanted. They had Gertrude,
the minicomp, erase every record of their existence from the net and the
appropriate computer files. The apartment landlord would be receiving a
rather generous tip and the diner would have two new openings. They also
splurged at a gaming convention called GenCon. Lynnae picked up a Tom Baker
Doctor Who hat and scarf. June got a cute dragon toy to wear on her shoulder
and a MST3K poster. Mr Big was acting as an impromptu storage unit, his
arms holding several Drake University shirts and windbreakers.
She couldn't resist. Lynnae had to have the last
word. Undoing the gag she unfroze Mr Big. Needless to say he was very ticked
at being made a human closet.
"You may laugh now, flatfoots. But I, Mr Big, will
rise again! My plan would have worked if it wasn't for you meddling kids!"
Joe had a flash of inspiration. "Well, since you
said meddling kids I'll just have to remove that mask of yours and see
what you really look like!" After a few attempts Joe realized that Mr Big's
face was for real. He was a shriveled-up piece of shoe leather with
eyes.
"So much for a Scooby Doo ending. Perhaps next time."
Joe stepped back and Lynnae and June moved in to take one last look at
the powerless crime king.
"You two haven't seen the last of me. I'll get out
of prison and the whole universe will tremble at the sound of my laughter!"
He laughed and again it ended in a fit of coughing and hacking.
Lynnae aimed the alien device at Mr Big, smiling
intensely. "You had your say, old fart. You'll crumble up and blow away
in prison this time. So just SHUT... UP!" After stealing those two words
from Harry Mud, Lynnae refroze Mr Big in time and placed her Who hat on
his head. June said her goodbye to Joe and shook his hand. Lynnae had something
more in mind.
Joe got a kiss on the cheek and a wonderful hug
from Lynnae. Joe felt a little funny as her breasts pressed into him. She
stepped back and spoke. "Of course you'll have to forget about us. Don't
want you to change the timeline and all that, you know. But do talk more
to that cute redhead I saw you with a few weeks ago. She certainly finds
you attractive."
Joe was a little dumbfounded. "Me?? I'm just Joe
Dimsdale, a computer nerd. With pimples!"
Lynnae shook her head in disagreement. "Don't think
like that. It takes all kinds of people in the world to fall in love. Just
do as I say and everything will turn out for the best." With that Lynnae
waved her hand and got into the cruiser. June was looking askance at her.
"And you put me to task for altering history with
that demonstration all those weeks ago. What about that thing you told
Joe?"
Lynnae smiled lazily. "You should've consulted Gertrude
about Joe. His descendants are the ones who created the core logic of our
favorite little minicomp in the first place."
June slapped her forehead. "Well Duh! Why is it
that every time-travel bit must include some stupid paradox? At least Joe
wasn't a child born from some future solider or such similar nonsense."
"That's the truth. Lets get this bucket going. I
suspect that we'll find New Darwin and the 25th century waiting for us."
With that the duo donned sunglasses and Lynnae activated the alien device.
The chameleon circuit changed the cop car back into its normal exterior
shape. The main lift repulsars came on line and the tires were retracted.
As a final touch the red and blue lights were activated.
Foot ready on the accelerator and finger on the
device June had to say the following. "It's 2:05 a.m., we're 413 years
from home, there's a third-quarter change in the engine, it's dark and
we're wearing sunglasses."
Lynnae quickly finished the bit. "Hit it". The cruiser
jumped to life. A second later a black disk appeared in front of the cruiser.
Freaky electrical effects came into prominence as the vehicle entered the
disk. In a second it was all over. Joe turned around and walked back to
his car. He wished those two buxom future police babes the best of fortune.
[Epilogue]
Chief Talbert was very pleased to see Lynnae and June survive the warehouse
explosion. He was much more pleased to see that they captured Mr Big and
his major flunky. The strange alien device was whisked away by some men
in black suits. Lynnae had heard of these people before and wondered what
they were going to do with the alien machine. But that would have to wait
for another time.
The auction for the duo's 20th century paraphernalia
was held. Lynnae was debt-free for the first time in twelve years. June
got that extra-special sports bike she'd had her eye on for so long. A
special awards ceremony was held for the duo. For bravery and initiative
displayed in unusual circumstances they received the Commonwealth of Planetary
States Award for Merit. The two cops had to bend down to receive the medals
since the Chief was shorter than Lynnae. Their police-issue microskirts
could only do so much at any one time. This wasn't a problem since the
audience was in front of them. However this hadn't stopped Lieutenant Larry
Harkin, a.k.a The Lecher, before and didn't do so now.
About a kilometer away Larry trained his special
long-distance camera on the duo's backsides. In the 25th century a paparazzi
could be in orbit and have photos that looked like they were taken from
only a few feet away. Lynnae, as usual, had on a modest pair of undies.
June, true to form, had on a less modest panty, and it was red to boot.
Larry licked his lips. Now his collection was complete. He had photographed
every policewoman in the station house in their underwear or similar compromising
situation. He heard a strange whistling sound and looked up...
Mr Big was pacing the floor of his cell like a caged animal. He went
to the bars, grabbing them and yelling for all to hear. "There hasn't been
a prison cell built that can hold me. If I can escape from a Russian gulag
in the depths of Siberia then this cardboard box is no challenge at all!
My plasticrete was used to make this place, after all!" Mr Big's outburst
was greeted by catcalls and shouts from the other prisoners telling him
for the umpteenth time to shut up. Mr Big turned around to see if Albert
was finished. His flunky had removed his rear molars and gave them to Mr
Big.
"Excellent! I knew that replacing your molars with
plastic explosives would be useful. Grab that mattress and be ready. There's
only an 8-second fuse on the master molar." Mr Big mashed all but one of
the molars together into a small lump. Sticking it to the far wall he then
inserted the remaining molar into the plastic lump. Turning the crown half-way
around he then got behind the mattress with Albert. The explosion was much
more powerful than expected.
....and saw a big piece of plasticrete heading right for him. He dodged
just in time. Unfortunately that plasticrete found his abandoned camera
instead. Two thousands c-bills of camera and film were destroyed.
Well,
Larry thought, there's always the proverbially next time.
That's the proof of the pudding, flat foots!
Larry looked around, trying to find the source of that strange, elderly
voice. He didn't find it.
[End Credits — Instead of the regular still shots the duo are shown posing as various police characters from 20th century TV shows and movies. Ends with the duo in silhouette. Mr Big's laughter is heard but, as usual, ends in a coughing and hacking fit. Fade to black.]
[Epilogue]
The Time Bust episode broke all rating records for its category
of show. On many planetary entertainment nets it was shown multiple times,
earning huge audience shares. The special-edition video cube was on the
streets only four months later.
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