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I woke up surrounded by a group of incredibly huge-breasted women.

Now, that's not unusual in itself; that happens to me a lot. But the strange thing was the way they were dressed. They seemed to be wearing multicolored uniforms of a spandex-like material bearing various military insignia. They had strange headsets that looked like com-links, and their long hair flowed freely from beneath these headsets.

One of the women, a tall brunette, spoke into her com-link. "He's up."

I glanced down, wondering what she meant, but then I realized she meant I was awake.

"Go ahead, girlie!" said the weird looking lanky guy with the german accent. "Try it!" He waved the pill in front of Angela's face.

Simon was fucked.

Yet not, sadly, literally.

Three months ago he had been a scientist, blowing up one girl to such proportions that somebody on a space-station had noticed a new mountain in Australia. They had taken his machine, his notes, his life's work and left him with... with... Well, with a large pile of money.

The couple sat in the doctor's office. Mike and Tammy had come to Dr. Alexander's office after being referred there by their normal physician. Supposedly, there was a new type of treatment for Tammy's diabetes that would prevent Tammy from needing to deal with insulin shots anymore, or keep such close track of her blood sugar.