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athan and Jorie Rothschild, the head tailors of the Blossoming
Bodies store in Omaha, found their services in high demand one
particular afternoon in early May. The advertising campaign
had kicked into high gear, filling data channels and old-fashioned
billboards alike. Gauging by the number of giggling teenage
girls in the store, the campaign was certainly effective.
Jorie
watched a particularly talkative group of girls as they examined
and compared clothing on the display racks. Apart from bust
size, the Angelican woman was reminded of her own teen years
back in school. Having been born and raised on Angelica, Jorie
was taught that a considerable bosom was a socially accepted
form of expression, primarily for the virtues of health and
vitality. Though she agreed with that viewpoint, Jorie wanted
a watermelon bust primarily to gain and to keep the attention
of just one man - Nathan, her husband.
The
big woman giggled. Nathan was also Angelican by birth and nurture.
Angelican men were noted for their willingness to engage in
harsh work so that their women were made comfortable. When Nathan
caught Jorie's eye ten years ago, she felt it was her duty to
marry him. Since Angelican society allowed women to initiate
the dating ritual, Jorie set upon her task with gusto, wearing
blouses and halter tops that advertised her newly-acquired bust
quite well. Jorie felt a little guilty by the way she flaunted
her considerable charms in front of Nathan, but she considered
it necessary. Nathan was the kind of man who naturally attracted
women to himself. By being a bit more aggressive on her part,
Jorie won Nathan's affections and got married in short order.
Nathan
had seen his fair share of harsh work, being employed as an
orbital and lunar construction worker for a shipping company.
However, once his son Daniel was born, Nathan wanted a job that
would allow him more of a normal family life. He decided to
take up his wife's tailoring trade. Pleasantly surprised to
find that he truly had the skill for the work, Nathan became
an apprentice at the same tailoring shop where his wife worked.
After nine years of plying their craft, the Rothschilds became
quite proficient. Then the Conyers Corporation went looking
for tailors to work for their Blossoming Bodies stores on Terra.
The Rothschilds saw it as their chance not only to make more
money, but to show people the benefits of the Angelican lifestyle.
The
sound of tittering nearby brought Jorie out of her wool-gathering.
She smiled pleasantly at a giggling gaggle of four girls, walking
toward them to see if they needed assistance. "Hello. Is there
anything in particular you're looking for?"
It
was understandable that the girls were, at first, a bit surprised
by Jorie's appearance. The woman's bust measurement was identical
with her height: one hundred seventy-one centimeters. The girls
quickly remembered why they were in the tailor shop portion
of the Blossoming Bodies store in the first place. One of the
girls, a petite brunette, actually had to take a step back to
have a better view of Jorie's face. "Actually, Ma'am, my friends
and I are wondering about the styles of swimsuits you have in
stock. We're looking for suits that will enhance and complement
our forthcoming buxomness."
"Ah,"
said Jorie approvingly. "You had your nanite injections?"
The
brunette blushed. "Just ten minutes ago. Why, I swear I feel
a bit bigger this very moment." The brunette and her friends
shared a giggle. "I've sent my nanites a wetware command. I'm
growing at a rate of 10 centimeters per day. I'll reach my 32G
brasize just in time for the weekend. My friends here will be
similarly endowed as well. Can you help us in our decision on
which kinds of swimsuits to buy?"
"I
most certainly can. Please follow me. I'll show you the styles
on a tri-dee projector." Jorie had the girls gather around a
projector in another part of the store. After providing her
account information, the brunette was treated to a 3-D image
of herself. The image was shown clad in a standard one-piece
swimsuit. Then, with a subtitle 'ware command, Jorie had the
holographic model sprout the bustline that the brunette would
have in two days time.
"Nice
bulge effect," said the petite girl as she inspected the life-sized
hologram. "However, I didn't get breasts just so I could cover
them up. Let's see something more . . . aggressive."
Jorie
smiled as she sent another 'ware command. This time the hologram
was clad in a classic bikini. Red in color, the bikini lent
the hologram's cantaloupe-sized breasts a heaping spoonful of
sex appeal. Jorie had the hologram jump up and down, wobbling
and jiggling its body parts. That action made the watching girls
giggle with glee.
"I
sure look sexy in that get-up," said the brunette. She stared
at her light-composed duplicate in the eye, then walked around
it. A bit shy, the girl then looked at Jorie. "Umm . . . can
you make the hologram wear a . . . skimpier suit?"
"Absolutely.
Let's go with strings first." Jorie changed the hologram's standard
bikini straps to string that could have found service on an
old-fashioned sneaker.
The
brunette hummed. "An improvement. But I want something more
risque." She looked downright mischievous. "You know, something
that will cause high blood pressure in parents."
"How
about this?" In a flash, Jorie's 'ware command made the hologram
switch its string bikini bottom to a thong.
"Goodness
of God!" The girl was pleased with what she saw. "Why hasn't
anyone told me my bottom was this cute?"
One
of the brunette's friends, a wheat-colored blonde, pretended
to pinch the 3-D image on its light-composed bottom. "Rysa,
you've worn those big skirts for so long that I was beginning
to think you had no butt at all."
"In
stark contrast to you, Kelly, I do have a butt. Your nanites
will add just as much fat to your flat bottom as to your chest."
"Since
I'm bigger than you, my bottom will be all that much larger,"
replied Kelly, fending off Rysa's rueful glare.
Jorie
gained Rysa's attention. "Miss, there's an even more risque
suit in inventory if you care to view it. I don't know if you'll
be able to wear it at a public swimming pool, but I'm sure it'll
be a hit at a private pool party."
Rysa
moved some of her dark hair off of her shoulder. "That was my
intention all along. Practically the only swimsuits you can
wear at a public pool are those one-piece 'birth control' suits.
I want the same suits the girls on Outback and New Sardinia
wear at the beach."
Now
it was Jorie's turn to giggle. "Let it be known that the term
'suit' will be applied quite liberally to what I'm about to
show you."
The
hologram was changed to reflect Jorie's latest order. The 3-D
representation of Rysa now sported a string thong bottom and
two triangle pasties in lieu of a bikini top.
Rysa
emitted one of those high-pitched squeals that only girls could
produce when seeing something they really like. "Oh, it's just
the thing I've been looking for!" She gestured at her friends
to have a closer look at the hologram. "If I was in that suit,
I would appear to be naked from the side and rear!"
"Yeah,
I'd say so," announced Kelly. "No way in the world you can wear
=that at a public pool."
"This
suit I'm about to buy will be for private audiences only." Rysa
smiled eagerly at Jorie. "I'll take one each in lipstick red
and jet black, plus one 'birth control' suit in canary yellow."
Jorie
happily entered the data on the filepad she was carrying. Then
she looked at the other three girls. "Okay. Who's next?"
Kelly
raised her hand. "That'll be me. I was wondering if you had
any of those ribbon suits?"
"Ribbon
suits? Oh, yes, I do have them in stock. Just like the minimal
suit your friend here has chosen, a ribbon suit leaves practically
nothing for the imagination. Umm . . . just how big are you
planning to be while wearing the suit?"
Kelly
grinned. "I'm going to be a 36J in time for the weekend."
"Well,
in that case, you'll need body paste to keep the ribbons from
slipping off your breasts, particularly the nipples."
"I
see your point. The ribbons will be just wide enough to cover
my nipples." A naughty grin crept across Kelly's face. "It just
won't do if I keep popping out of my suit and exposing my nipples
each time I breathe. I would rather bust blouse buttons - that's
much more sexy."
Jorie had the tri-dee projector bring up Kelly's physical specifications.
"Okay. Now the choice boils down to suit color. Do you prefer
bright or dark colors?" |
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