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Mr. Bronson worked diligently in his office for two hours before indulging in his 10 a.m. coffee break. Marcy, his personal secretary, brought over a steaming cup of imported Earth coffee, turning and bending so that her 3-meter bust wouldn’t interfere. Bronson took a sip and then indulged in the real reason for the break. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out the holographic card that Samantha and Jim presented to him weeks earlier. A moment later he was playing the game on that card. Given the title Station Manager the goal of the game was to build and customize a representation of the Cloud 9 space station and in the process earn a profit. If it wasn’t profitable then for a paltry sum of credits the player can rectify any deficit. Bronson picked up where he left off earlier that morning – the main gaming floor called the Dice Den.

Yuki, Naoko, King and the new hires entered the gaming block of the space station. The Dice Den had several levels and included small restaurants and stages for musical groups. Well, at least it was that way yesterday. Yuki had to consult her ‘ware database when confronted by the sight of multiple 200 gallon fish tanks in place of those stages. Her memory conflicted with what her ‘ware was telling her, and she let Naoko known by a subtle gesture that there had been another change.

It was an exasperating experience. Just walking though the blackjack area Yuki saw the tables change several times, all conforming to a theme. A beach theme, with the tables made out as giant clamshells, was quickly changed to that of ancient American Western motif. There were even paintings of dogs (all dachshunds, of course, this being Cloud 9) playing poker. Next was a recreation of a Las Vegas casino, circa 1965. The floors were covered in a gaudy and bright style of carpeting and lights shined, blinked and danced in patterns along signs and columns. Over the sound system came the tune of The Girl from Ipanema. The air above their heads was filled with a very fine haze of cigar smoke. There was even the smell of cigars that was quite pungent. These weren’t the kind one would find on Outback, but ones that matched the timeframe. It was enough to be qualified as a stench that made both Yuki and Naoko feel nauseous. Having the assistants take over both women retreated to a restroom with King in tow for even he found the smell an assault on his nose.

“Those old films were right. They did smoke like chimneys back then,” Yuki said as she washed her face.

“I’ve been in caves that smelled better,” Naoko commented. At her feet King was acting like has trying to remove his nose with his paws. “My crystal has been pinging away with each change. Whoever is doing this definitely has some opinions on interior design.”

“You described every woman that ever lived, Naoko. What do we do from here?”

“I need to determine the location the person using the crystal. That means going around the station and enchanting objects and people to act as crystal sensors.” Naoko got down and stroked the fur on King’s back, making him squint and grin happily. “I’ll go in disguise, just like I did on Outback three years ago.”

Yuki also got down and petting the contented little animal. “Can you use King to help out? Will your Gaia-granted powers allow you to do that?”

[If she only knew,] King said in his telepathic link to Naoko, wagging his tail and expressing a dachshund’s trademark soulful eyes at her.

“On occasion I’ve seen through King’s eyes, and he can cover more ground quicker than I can. Since doxies are so prevalent on the station he won’t rate a second look, even though he’s handsome and noble.” Naoko scratched behind King’s ears.

[Oh yes, mistress. My ego’s been hungry for attention.]

Yuki rubbed King’s chin, making the critter wag his tail again. “Since King has a chip implanted in his head he can go through the majority of the station. Just have the subliminal subroutine enabled so he stays on path.”

Naoko invoked her wetware and sent the appropriate commands to King as a matter of procedure, for Yuki didn’t know about King’s true nature. “I can use your help on this, sis. You’ve witness the changes often. I can enchant you so that any reality shifts you experience will be communicated to me.”

“Will it be just that? You won’t be able to experience or see anything else?”

“No voyeurism is involved, with Gaia as my witness.” Naoko smiled. She held Yuki hand while touching her crystal with her free one. “Mystic Crystal Observation,” she said with conviction.

Yuki looked at her sister skeptically. “Really, Naoko? You have to invoke your power with a hackney phrase? I didn’t feel anything. You sure it worked?”

“Don’t worry, big sis. I just said that phrase to get a rise out of you. Besides, it’s not hackney since it’s a part of our cultural heritage.”

“Sure, just the same as ‘naughty tentacle day’ became an official holiday 400 years ago due to the overwhelming number of Otakus in Japan’s congress.”

“Let’s not revisit that old chestnut, Yuki.”

*******

Bronson, after fiddling round with the game for 10 minutes, was about to resume work when a chime went off. “Mr. Bronson, Samantha is here to see you,” said Sadie, the receptionist, over the desk speaker.

“Let her in,” Bronson said with enthusiasm. A moment later he had Samantha take a seat. “So, it’s confirmed that revenue from the game has gone up 5% since the last update?”

“Yes, Sir,” said the marketing woman, her dark hair appearing slightly purple under the light. “We’ve just added a new quest that will promote even more purchases of premium items in the game as well as introducing a handful of new characters.”

“Oh, I must have a look then.” Bronson started up the game and was greeted by prompt that a new updated was being installed. Once done he began playing and wore a big smile on his face. “Big for Business? What sort of quest is it?”

“It’s something that fits into the general theme of Cloud 9, Mr. Bronson. Let’s just say that the station has to get bigger to house all the antics that will take place in the quest.”

“I’m please and intrigued, Samantha. Ah, I see that you’ve added a version of our very own Marcy to the game, and she’s a premium character as well.” After purchasing the character Bronson scrolled through the options and selected a new outfit. It replaced her blouse with a halter top, displaying breast skin and cleavage one would find in some of Cloud 9’s adult-tailored restaurants. “There, now everything is right in the world.”

Samantha looked at Marcy and found that she was now sporting a button straining halter top for her 3-meter bust with her tie disappearing into steep cleavage that would challenge the most experience mountain climber if scaled to size. There was no reaction from Marcy or Bronson, each carrying like nothing had changed. However, there was a change for the ends of Samantha’s mouth turned up ever so slightly.

*******

Back in the Dice Den the sisters found that the motif had changed to that of hunting lodge, complete with the stuff heads of Outback wildlife hanging on walls made of logs that were an Outback analog of redwood. There were also several stuffed intact bushbears, rearing up on their hind legs with paws outstretched as if attacking. King walked up to one and was startled when the hidden speaker was activated, sounding out a bushbear roar. King tried to respond in kind, but instead of the deep barks doxies were known to make what came out of King’s mouth was more like someone shouting with a mouthful of ice cream. Yuki was clearly amused as she walked back to the orientation group while Naoko gave the stout dog a look. [Four years and you still can’t bark? If you had a dachshund card I would have you turn it in.]

[I’m a spirit in the form of a dog, and whatever gifts Gaia bestowed on me didn’t including barking.]

[Well you’ll just have to practice. Perhaps the doxies here can help you. Now, go out and bum around. I know you can do that.]

[Indeed I do, mistress.] At that King trotted off in a purposeful manner towards an exit.

Naoko went out via another exit and, using her powers to beguile the security systems, went into a restroom. There was a set of full-length mirrors along a portion of one wall. Looking into one, she placed her hand over her hidden crystal. “Mystic Crystal Transformation,” she said, and in a blink of an eye her appearance changed. To everyone else she now looked like an Outback native of Caucasian extraction, standing 163cm high instead of 173cm, and with blonde hair complete with ponytail. Naoko was decked out in a business suit that matched Wilma’s, complete with 12cm of cleavage for her Angelican bust and a blue ruby-topped strap around her neck.

“Not bad,” Naoko told herself. She hefted the bottoms of her blouse-filling melons. “I’m made myself as tall as my sister but I see no reason why I have to have the same size bust.” She grinned as her crystal-enhanced willpower made her bust go from 163cm to 330cm. Blouse and business jacket stretched to conform to the added mass, and cleavage went up to 40cm. The exposed breast skin had a light sheen as found on bust models on a photo shoot. She undid her blouse to have a brief look at her new glories. “Aside from the skin I can pass for a Gaian woman,” she mused, “assuming any man would notice that when looking at these babies. More importantly I can pass for a higher up executive, right down to the latest in anti-grav bra fashion.” Buttoning back up and after giving her appearance a final appraisal she left the restroom and headed for a shopping plaza.

The stores in the plaza were all high-end and were filled with shoppers that didn’t bother to ask the price of anything as they loaded up their carts or, in some cases, the arms of their personal assistants. In the first store Naoko was barely inside when approached by not a salesperson but the manager herself. She was a head taller and wore glasses purely for a fashion sense. “I’m Mrs. Holder. I didn’t expect such a prompt response and in person no less. I’m so glad you’re here, Ms….”

“Applegate. Fiona Applegate,” Naoko said briskly, producing a business card from the interior pocket of her jacket, pressing her arm into her breasts in the process. It was not a hologram card but one made out of card stock, befitting the status of someone high up in the company.

Holder took the card. “Senior Inspector, Security Affairs, and from the Cloud 9 Lagoon branch no less. Ma’am, you must have been here on another case or on vacation for our security department to have called you in.” The card was real, but blank. Naoko used a power she called psychic expectation, making the person holding the card see what they wanted to see. It was a gimmick that came in handy for her previous crystal retrievals.

“Well, it has turned into a working vacation now. I was visiting the Furnace Flats desert when I got the call. Can you be more specific on what’s happening?”

“It started yesterday, Ms. Applegate. All my female employees, including myself, have been pinched in the butt multiple times a day by an unseen agent. Someone has to be accessing the ceiling tractor beams to do this yet the computer records show that no such access has been made.”

The disguised Naoko nodded. She felt the ceiling tractors engage to support her bust while her anti-grav bra went to standby mode to save power. “I have some tracer programs that have proved most helpful.” She held out her hand, accepting Holder’s and shaking it. In doing so Naoko was able to make her a passive crystal sensor, the first of many she hoped to make that day. “Now, if you will…”

“Yes, yes. Follow me.” At that moment Naoko’s crystal sense went off. Holder’s slacks transformed into a mini-skirt while her C-cup bust expanded to Angelican proportions, matching Yuki’s size and shape. The ends of Holder’s string tie disappeared into the business cleavage that appeared in her stressed blouse. There was no reaction of Holder’s part, and Naoko kept any from her face. Both women went to the back of the store. In passing they saw the employee’s room. Two sales floor women were at the table, playing a holographic game. Holder hemmed, causing both to look at her in embarrassment. Like their boss the women underwent a transformation with slacks becoming mini-skirts and busts expanding to basketball proportions instead of Holder’s Angelican glories and with no exposed cleavage. “Just what are you two doing? Your break ended five minutes ago.”

“Sorry, we lost the track of time,” one sales women said sheepishly.

“If it happens again then both of you will work two consecutive weekends. Understand?”

“Understood, ma’am,” both women said. Back on the sales floor both women had a brief exchange.

“I wish the game had real-life implications,” said one. “It would be nice to have a shenanigans task performed on Holder.”

“Agreed,” said the other. “It’s nice to have the Pass Gas shenanigan for the men, but for Holder it should be nork knocking. Lord knows that what her hubby does with her every night.”

“Naw, it should be button blasting. Imagine a continuous fusillade of flying blouse buttons for a full hour. It’ll make for a comical game animation. I’ll remember to send in the suggestion after work.” Unseen by the sales woman her holographic game card in her jacket pocket briefly glowed a faint purple color.

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Mr. Bronson worked diligently in his office for two hours before indulging in his 10 a.m. coffee break. Marcy, his personal secretary, brought over a steaming cup of imported Earth coffee, turning and bending so that her 3-meter bust wouldn’t interfere. Bronson took a sip and then indulged in the real reason for the break. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out the holographic card that Samantha and Jim presented to him weeks earlier. A moment later he was playing the game on that card. Given the title Station Manager the goal of the game was to build and customize a representation of the Cloud 9 space station and in the process earn a profit. If it wasn’t profitable then for a paltry sum of credits the player can rectify any deficit. Bronson picked up where he left off earlier that morning – the main gaming floor called the Dice Den.

Yuki, Naoko, King and the new hires entered the gaming block of the space station. The Dice Den had several levels and included small restaurants and stages for musical groups. Well, at least it was that way yesterday. Yuki had to consult her ‘ware database when confronted by the sight of multiple 200 gallon fish tanks in place of those stages. Her memory conflicted with what her ‘ware was telling her, and she let Naoko known by a subtle gesture that there had been another change.

It was an exasperating experience. Just walking though the blackjack area Yuki saw the tables change several times, all conforming to a theme. A beach theme, with the tables made out as giant clamshells, was quickly changed to that of ancient American Western motif. There were even paintings of dogs (all dachshunds, of course, this being Cloud 9) playing poker. Next was a recreation of a Las Vegas casino, circa 1965. The floors were covered in a gaudy and bright style of carpeting and lights shined, blinked and danced in patterns along signs and columns. Over the sound system came the tune of The Girl from Ipanema. The air above their heads was filled with a very fine haze of cigar smoke. There was even the smell of cigars that was quite pungent. These weren’t the kind one would find on Outback, but ones that matched the timeframe. It was enough to be qualified as a stench that made both Yuki and Naoko feel nauseous. Having the assistants take over both women retreated to a restroom with King in tow for even he found the smell an assault on his nose.

“Those old films were right. They did smoke like chimneys back then,” Yuki said as she washed her face.

“I’ve been in caves that smelled better,” Naoko commented. At her feet King was acting like has trying to remove his nose with his paws. “My crystal has been pinging away with each change. Whoever is doing this definitely has some opinions on interior design.”

“You described every woman that ever lived, Naoko. What do we do from here?”

“I need to determine the location the person using the crystal. That means going around the station and enchanting objects and people to act as crystal sensors.” Naoko got down and stroked the fur on King’s back, making him squint and grin happily. “I’ll go in disguise, just like I did on Outback three years ago.”

Yuki also got down and petting the contented little animal. “Can you use King to help out? Will your Gaia-granted powers allow you to do that?”

[If she only knew,] King said in his telepathic link to Naoko, wagging his tail and expressing a dachshund’s trademark soulful eyes at her.

“On occasion I’ve seen through King’s eyes, and he can cover more ground quicker than I can. Since doxies are so prevalent on the station he won’t rate a second look, even though he’s handsome and noble.” Naoko scratched behind King’s ears.

[Oh yes, mistress. My ego’s been hungry for attention.]

Yuki rubbed King’s chin, making the critter wag his tail again. “Since King has a chip implanted in his head he can go through the majority of the station. Just have the subliminal subroutine enabled so he stays on path.”

Naoko invoked her wetware and sent the appropriate commands to King as a matter of procedure, for Yuki didn’t know about King’s true nature. “I can use your help on this, sis. You’ve witness the changes often. I can enchant you so that any reality shifts you experience will be communicated to me.”

“Will it be just that? You won’t be able to experience or see anything else?”

“No voyeurism is involved, with Gaia as my witness.” Naoko smiled. She held Yuki hand while touching her crystal with her free one. “Mystic Crystal Observation,” she said with conviction.

Yuki looked at her sister skeptically. “Really, Naoko? You have to invoke your power with a hackney phrase? I didn’t feel anything. You sure it worked?”

“Don’t worry, big sis. I just said that phrase to get a rise out of you. Besides, it’s not hackney since it’s a part of our cultural heritage.”

“Sure, just the same as ‘naughty tentacle day’ became an official holiday 400 years ago due to the overwhelming number of Otakus in Japan’s congress.”

“Let’s not revisit that old chestnut, Yuki.”

*******

Bronson, after fiddling round with the game for 10 minutes, was about to resume work when a chime went off. “Mr. Bronson, Samantha is here to see you,” said Sadie, the receptionist, over the desk speaker.

“Let her in,” Bronson said with enthusiasm. A moment later he had Samantha take a seat. “So, it’s confirmed that revenue from the game has gone up 5% since the last update?”

“Yes, Sir,” said the marketing woman, her dark hair appearing slightly purple under the light. “We’ve just added a new quest that will promote even more purchases of premium items in the game as well as introducing a handful of new characters.”

“Oh, I must have a look then.” Bronson started up the game and was greeted by prompt that a new updated was being installed. Once done he began playing and wore a big smile on his face. “Big for Business? What sort of quest is it?”

“It’s something that fits into the general theme of Cloud 9, Mr. Bronson. Let’s just say that the station has to get bigger to house all the antics that will take place in the quest.”

“I’m please and intrigued, Samantha. Ah, I see that you’ve added a version of our very own Marcy to the game, and she’s a premium character as well.” After purchasing the character Bronson scrolled through the options and selected a new outfit. It replaced her blouse with a halter top, displaying breast skin and cleavage one would find in some of Cloud 9’s adult-tailored restaurants. “There, now everything is right in the world.”

Samantha looked at Marcy and found that she was now sporting a button straining halter top for her 3-meter bust with her tie disappearing into steep cleavage that would challenge the most experience mountain climber if scaled to size. There was no reaction from Marcy or Bronson, each carrying like nothing had changed. However, there was a change for the ends of Samantha’s mouth turned up ever so slightly.

*******

Back in the Dice Den the sisters found that the motif had changed to that of hunting lodge, complete with the stuff heads of Outback wildlife hanging on walls made of logs that were an Outback analog of redwood. There were also several stuffed intact bushbears, rearing up on their hind legs with paws outstretched as if attacking. King walked up to one and was startled when the hidden speaker was activated, sounding out a bushbear roar. King tried to respond in kind, but instead of the deep barks doxies were known to make what came out of King’s mouth was more like someone shouting with a mouthful of ice cream. Yuki was clearly amused as she walked back to the orientation group while Naoko gave the stout dog a look. [Four years and you still can’t bark? If you had a dachshund card I would have you turn it in.]

[I’m a spirit in the form of a dog, and whatever gifts Gaia bestowed on me didn’t including barking.]

[Well you’ll just have to practice. Perhaps the doxies here can help you. Now, go out and bum around. I know you can do that.]

[Indeed I do, mistress.] At that King trotted off in a purposeful manner towards an exit.

Naoko went out via another exit and, using her powers to beguile the security systems, went into a restroom. There was a set of full-length mirrors along a portion of one wall. Looking into one, she placed her hand over her hidden crystal. “Mystic Crystal Transformation,” she said, and in a blink of an eye her appearance changed. To everyone else she now looked like an Outback native of Caucasian extraction, standing 163cm high instead of 173cm, and with blonde hair complete with ponytail. Naoko was decked out in a business suit that matched Wilma’s, complete with 12cm of cleavage for her Angelican bust and a blue ruby-topped strap around her neck.

“Not bad,” Naoko told herself. She hefted the bottoms of her blouse-filling melons. “I’m made myself as tall as my sister but I see no reason why I have to have the same size bust.” She grinned as her crystal-enhanced willpower made her bust go from 163cm to 330cm. Blouse and business jacket stretched to conform to the added mass, and cleavage went up to 40cm. The exposed breast skin had a light sheen as found on bust models on a photo shoot. She undid her blouse to have a brief look at her new glories. “Aside from the skin I can pass for a Gaian woman,” she mused, “assuming any man would notice that when looking at these babies. More importantly I can pass for a higher up executive, right down to the latest in anti-grav bra fashion.” Buttoning back up and after giving her appearance a final appraisal she left the restroom and headed for a shopping plaza.

The stores in the plaza were all high-end and were filled with shoppers that didn’t bother to ask the price of anything as they loaded up their carts or, in some cases, the arms of their personal assistants. In the first store Naoko was barely inside when approached by not a salesperson but the manager herself. She was a head taller and wore glasses purely for a fashion sense. “I’m Mrs. Holder. I didn’t expect such a prompt response and in person no less. I’m so glad you’re here, Ms….”

“Applegate. Fiona Applegate,” Naoko said briskly, producing a business card from the interior pocket of her jacket, pressing her arm into her breasts in the process. It was not a hologram card but one made out of card stock, befitting the status of someone high up in the company.

Holder took the card. “Senior Inspector, Security Affairs, and from the Cloud 9 Lagoon branch no less. Ma’am, you must have been here on another case or on vacation for our security department to have called you in.” The card was real, but blank. Naoko used a power she called psychic expectation, making the person holding the card see what they wanted to see. It was a gimmick that came in handy for her previous crystal retrievals.

“Well, it has turned into a working vacation now. I was visiting the Furnace Flats desert when I got the call. Can you be more specific on what’s happening?”

“It started yesterday, Ms. Applegate. All my female employees, including myself, have been pinched in the butt multiple times a day by an unseen agent. Someone has to be accessing the ceiling tractor beams to do this yet the computer records show that no such access has been made.”

The disguised Naoko nodded. She felt the ceiling tractors engage to support her bust while her anti-grav bra went to standby mode to save power. “I have some tracer programs that have proved most helpful.” She held out her hand, accepting Holder’s and shaking it. In doing so Naoko was able to make her a passive crystal sensor, the first of many she hoped to make that day. “Now, if you will…”

“Yes, yes. Follow me.” At that moment Naoko’s crystal sense went off. Holder’s slacks transformed into a mini-skirt while her C-cup bust expanded to Angelican proportions, matching Yuki’s size and shape. The ends of Holder’s string tie disappeared into the business cleavage that appeared in her stressed blouse. There was no reaction of Holder’s part, and Naoko kept any from her face. Both women went to the back of the store. In passing they saw the employee’s room. Two sales floor women were at the table, playing a holographic game. Holder hemmed, causing both to look at her in embarrassment. Like their boss the women underwent a transformation with slacks becoming mini-skirts and busts expanding to basketball proportions instead of Holder’s Angelican glories and with no exposed cleavage. “Just what are you two doing? Your break ended five minutes ago.”

“Sorry, we lost the track of time,” one sales women said sheepishly.

“If it happens again then both of you will work two consecutive weekends. Understand?”

“Understood, ma’am,” both women said. Back on the sales floor both women had a brief exchange.

“I wish the game had real-life implications,” said one. “It would be nice to have a shenanigans task performed on Holder.”

“Agreed,” said the other. “It’s nice to have the Pass Gas shenanigan for the men, but for Holder it should be nork knocking. Lord knows that what her hubby does with her every night.”

“Naw, it should be button blasting. Imagine a continuous fusillade of flying blouse buttons for a full hour. It’ll make for a comical game animation. I’ll remember to send in the suggestion after work.” Unseen by the sales woman her holographic game card in her jacket pocket briefly glowed a faint purple color.