Jim was unnerved by how Satanic the whole ritual looked: the vast dark dungeon, the blazing torches, the lustfully grunting women in black robes, the pentagrams -- the pentagrams!? Yes, the pentagrams. Jim considered Satanism rather silly, and he still did, but he didn't have to like it either. With fatherhood getting forced upon him, he felt obliged to worry how his k1ds would get raised by such weirdoes -- even if they were, to judge by Carmen DiCologne, stunningly sexy and voluptuous weirdoes.
Carmen approached him as the grunts grew ever louder and more feverish -- when blinding light broke into the chamber and the robed women began to scream. Jim was barely able to make out small sharp darts getting shot from the light, evidently narcotizing one conspirator after another. Carmen struggled valiantly (from her point of view), yet even she had to sag into unconsciousness.
Jim permitted himself to be led away by what appeared to be two astronauts. That is to say, they were people in full white baggy bodysuits with large and darkly polarized visors hiding their faces. Jim accepted a new robe and sat down inside a van, which proceeded to zoom away.
As they zoomed, the "astronaut" sitting in back with him removed the helmet -- to reveal one gloriously beautiful woman with riveting eyes and the most amazing full moist succulent lips Jim had ever seen.
"Pleased to meet you, James Malcolm Baraka," she said in a voice as aristocratic as a voice could be while still being American. "I am Valentina Van Bibber, president of the Wopping Cleavage. It would appear we were able to track you down just in time."
"President of -- the what!?!?"
"You have already met BOSOM. Over two centuries ago, a scion was formed -- a schism, an offshoot, what we prefer to call a Cleavage -- from BOSOM, led by the great Ursula Wopping, blessed be she. We continually fight against BOSOM's grand plan."
"So -- you're in no hurry to see me impregnate anyone?"
Valentina smiled. "Not against your will! BOSOM believes in a specially bred elite. We of the Wopping Cleavage believe that any new genetic breakthroughs should not be hoarded by some self-styled elite, that they should be available for the good of all. BOSOM seeks to radically expand mammary capacity, but only for a favored few. Just look." Valentina activated a TV. "Here we see a woman as she exists today." The screen showed a simplistic cartoon image of a naked busty woman. "Now here is the superior race which BOSOM seeks to breed. As you can see, the mammary largesse they want would amount to no less than a T cup! Could you imagine that? A T cup?"
Jim fought to choke back his primal enthusiasm as he watched the animation expand. "That sure is ... crazy," Jim got out. "You mean ... I could father women like that?"
"All indications are such, yes."
Jim kept watching, while wondering if, all things considered, he would just as soon be back in the ritual ...
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