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Here is Chapter Five of the David Donaldson Chronicles, in which David
helps the police with their inquiries.  Not a whole lot of sex in this one,
but enough, I think.  I was mostly fooling around with writing dialog and
considering expanding the cast of characters.  I never took this particular
thread any further.

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David Donaldson Chronicles Chapter 5: David Helps the Police With Their
Inquiries M/F, Techno-Magic

   David always listened to public radio as part of his daily morning
routine.  In his community, they were the only radio station that still
maintained a news department staffed by actual journalists.

   On this particular morning, David was enjoying his boiled egg (4.5
minutes, no more, no less) and English Muffin toasting bread, while
listening to the local newscaster talk about a series of crimes that seemed
to have the police baffled.

   The story struck him as odd for two reasons.  One, this wasn't a
community known for producing criminal masterminds (criminal mastermind is
an oxymoron in the first place), and, two, it was odd that his favorite
station was reporting crime news - they normally only covered actual issues
and weren't in the habit of chasing ambulances or listening to police radio
chatter on the scanner.

   "I have the Chief of Police, Nate Brill, on the phone with me this
morning.  Chief, thanks for joining me.

   "Glad to be here, Mike."

   "Chief, this series of attacks in the downtown area seems to have no
discernable motive."

   "That's right, Mike.  None of the victims have been robbed or sexually
assaulted, so far anyway."

   "So what is going on here?"

   "Mike, I wish I knew.  For now, I'd just like to suggest that people
take some simple precautions if they have to be on the street after dark."

   "Like what, Chief Brill?"

   "Like making sure to go out in groups of two or more.  If you are in a
car in the downtown area, make sure you keep your doors locked.  When
walking, please be sure to stay in well-lit areas as much as possible. 
And, keep your cell phone handy in case you see anything suspicious.  We'd
rather have some false alarms than to have anyone else be a victim."

   "Thanks Chief Brill.  This is Mike Jameson for public radio news.  Now
back to Morning Edition."

   David finished his coffee, tossed off the last of his pineapple-orange
juice, brushed his teeth, put on his tie, grabbed his suit jacket, and
headed out the door.  He did all of these things without thinking - they
were part of his daily routine.  In the car he put the key in the ignition,
started the DeVille, and backed out of the garage.  He did this on
auto-pilot as well.  His mind was elsewhere.  He hadn't even rattled the
lock on his wife's bathroom door this morning - something he usually did
just to hear her shriek "David!  You're insatiable!" from the shower.

   He was thinking about the series of assaults in the downtown area that
had taken place over the past four months.  A half dozen people, three men
and three women, had been attacked.  All of the victims had been alone, and
all had been severely beaten, but not killed, robbed, or raped.  None of
the victims could describe their attacker except that he was a male, medium
build, medium height, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans.  The attacker
hadn't said anything to his victims before, during, or after the beatings.
He gave no clue as to the motive for his actions.  He used no weapon but
his fists.

   "Morning, boss," his assistant said as he walked into the office. 
"Coffee?"

   "Sure," David said, absentmindedly.  "Cream, two Sweet'n Low (TM).

   "Coming right up," came the cheerful reply and then the muttered "as if
I didn't know how he likes his coffee."

   David was at his desk, still lost in thought when Heather, his
assistant, put the steaming mug of Arco's finest in front of him.

   "What's up boss?  You didn't even notice my new mini-skirt this morning,
see?"

   Heather did a pirouette in front of David, but she might as well have
been spinning in front of a wall.  David did not react.  He did, however,
take a sip of his coffee.

   "I'm not even wearing panties," Heather said, lifting up her skirt to
show off her new Brazilian wax job, "see?"

   "That's nice, Heather."

   "All right, where's my boss and what have you done with him?"

   Heather was confused and a little pissed off.  Since she had come to
work for David Donaldson, he had never failed to pump at least one load of
nut sauce into her hungry pussy, mouth, or ass before he finished his
morning coffee.  She was horny - perpetually horny.  She also didn't like
being ignored.  She climbed up into David's lap and put her arms around his
neck.  This move never failed to rouse David's steaming stalk.  Her perfect
C-cup tits were right in his face.  Still nothing.

   "David?  What's wrong, daddy?"

   She used her sexiest voice - the one that made most guys cream their
shorts.  Still nothing -- David's mind was definitely elsewhere.

   "Heather, please go back to your desk and close the door on your way
out. I need about half an hour alone.  Thirty minutes, then come back and
we'll discuss a few things, OK?  How about if you do the follow up call on
the Acme account - make sure we're still on for the senior management
seminar next month."

   "Fine," Heather said with all the huffiness she could summon.  She
flounced out of the room and closed the door with a bit more force than
necessary.

   She absolutely could not believe it.  She'd all but stripped naked and
sat in his lap and David acted like she wasn't even there.  Was he
punishing her for the extended affair she was having with Juliette, the
powerful assistant to the CEO of Acme Corp?  Well, he'd introduced them,
and wow, had they hit it off.  Juliette couldn't get enough of Heather's
sweet young snatch, and Heather really got off on how intense Juliette was
when they were making love.

   But, seriously, Heather preferred cock to pussy, and she was enamored
with David's one eyed monk.  She needed to feel him inside her, filling her
the way only he could.  She'd never experienced pleasure with another man
the way she experienced it with David.  And she loved his prodigious loads.
When she sucked him off, she definitely got a belly full of cum - she swore
she could live on the stuff, but David just laughed and told her to make
sure she maintained a balanced diet.

   So, she was pissed.  She was used to having his attention.  Her first
thought was that he'd found someone new.  "That's stupid," she said to
herself, "he's always got someone new.  You've never met such a horndog,
admit it." So, if it wasn't another woman (or man - she suspected he played
for both teams), what was it?  Something was preventing him from paying
attention to Heather, and Heather wanted to know what that was.  But, she
did have work to do, so she picked up the phone, punched in Juliette's
number at Acme, smiled, and got busy doing what she was paid to do (well
... doing the OTHER thing she was paid to do).

   Meanwhile, back in David's inner sanctum...

   David had so far resisted playing God with his MasterPC software.  Oh,
he'd used it, of course, but sparingly and never in any but the most
limited ways.  He'd adjusted Darla, his first AFF lover so that she ignored
the fact that he was (at the time) grossly obese - no need for that now,
his physique was superb.  His family was healthier than they'd ever been,
Heather had the tits she'd always wanted (a nice perky set of C-cup breasts
with extra sensitive nipples) and the kind of clit that David liked.  And,
yes, he'd fiddled a little with Juliette to get her to accept Heather's
advances.

   But in terms of his personal life, David didn't need any extra help to
find fuck buddies - women or men.  He was a big hit on Adult Friend Finder
and never failed to get a hook-up whenever he was on the road.  He'd had
group sex - threesomes, foursomes, gang bangs, and all out orgies - and had
done just about anything he could think of sexually.  He was able to do
this without manipulating people with the program.

   He had, in some cases, done some things to "reward" his sexual partners;
all without their knowledge.  There were a lot of women who suddenly
discovered that they loved working out and eating the right foods.  Others
found a sudden need to purchase new bras, and that they suddenly had very
sensitive nipples.  An offhand remark by one man about his wife resulted in
her receiving a brand new, larger and more sensitive clitoris.  Others
found anal sex suddenly pleasurable, or discovered a newly developed talent
for swallowing enormous penises.  And so it went.

   On the other hand, he hadn't used MasterPC, for example, to fix what was
wrong with people who occupied elected office - that way lay madness.  He
hadn't used it to forge peace in the Middle East, adjust Chinese monetary
policy, or make the North Korean leadership rational.  He certainly could
have.  But he had not done it.  He'd learned that the whole point of
powerful magic is to make sure it is never used, or used only sparingly. 
If people get used to having their problems solved by magic what's the use
of working?

   But something had to be done about this random mugger.  This was his
city.  For all its faults, and there were many, it was his home.  His
family lived here.  His children had grown up here.  He'd met his wife here
almost 40 years ago.  They'd been married for 36 years.  The next victim
could be someone he knew or even a family member.  Yes, this was his home
and someone was threatening it.

   David flipped through his electronic contact list and looked up the
number for the Chief of Police, Nate Brill - they were in the same Rotary
Club.  It was a small town after all.

   David took out his cell phone and punched in the number.

   "Hey Chief, it's David."

   "Howdy David.  What's up?"

   "I need a favor, Chief, and I think I can help you with something in
return."

   "Oh?  What's the favor?"

   "Who's the lead detective on the beatings case?"

   "Why do you want to know that?"

   "I think I can help."

   Silence on the other end of the line.  The police are not fond of
amateur sleuths or vigilantes.

   "If you know something David, spill it.  I could use a lead.  The local
press is killing us on this thing.  The Mayor crawls up my ass every day
about it."

   "I imagine it's pretty tough for you right now.  I'd like to help you.
Who's working the case."

   "Look, David, I appreciate your public spiritedness.  God knows you've
done a lot in this community over the years, but leave crime fighting to
the professionals, OK?"

   "How are you doing so far?"

   "Fuck you."

   "That's what I thought.  We can keep this on the down low.  Just let me
talk to the lead detective.  Maybe I can bring a fresh perspective.  What
can it hurt?  Trust me Chief, I have resources that you don't and I can go
places no cop can."

   "You turning into Batman or something?"

   "Very funny Nate.  Get me an introduction to whoever is running this
case for you and I'll make you a hero.  How's that for a trade?"

   "What's in this for you?"

   "This is my community Chief, and it may sound corny, but I don't
appreciate people just getting randomly beaten in my town.  It's very bad
for business for one thing."

   There was a sigh from the other end of the phone.

   "All right, and this is really against my better judgment, the lead
detective is Aimee Donovan."

   "Never heard of her."

   "She's new.  Came here from the Twin Cities.  FBI academy trained.  She
got crossways with the politicians down in the city of cement and had to
leave town.  A real bonus for us.  She's a really good detective."

   "Have her call me," David said, giving the Chief his number, "and tell
her I'm OK."

   "Don't make me regret this, David."

   "Trust me Chief.  You'll be thanking me when it's all over and your
department comes up roses."

   "Talk is cheap, Donaldson.  It takes money to buy horses."

   "Got it.  Have Aimee call me today.  I'd like to get this taken care
of."

   "You and me both, buddy.  You and me both."

   The line went dead.  There was a discrete knock at his door.

   "Come on in, Heather."

   Heather came in still looking rather sullen.

   "C'mere pumpkin and tell daddy what's wrong," David said.

   "Don't pumpkin me.  You completely ignored me this morning.  And, I wore
my brand new mini skirt too."

   "Oh don't pout baby," David said, unzipping his slacks and pulling out
his junk.  "Look - just seeing you walk through the door made me all hard."

   Heather's eyes brightened as she saw David's boner sticking out of his
lap and she dove on it like a robin on a night crawler.

   "Easy girl.  Easy.  Don't bite it off," David said, laughing.

   "I don't wanna bite it.  I wanna swallow it.  I need a load of your
spunk, Daddy.  I'm hungry.  Feed me."

   When Heather used "that" voice, David was usually putty in her hands. 
He really wanted to feel her lips and mouth on his cock, and, come to think
of it, it was nearly noon and he hadn't cum once today - a highly unusual
state of affairs.  He managed fend Heather off long enough to get his pants
down around his ankles.

   "OK, sweetie...see if you can get the whole thing down today.  You came
close last week."

   "I've been practicing on a zucchini.  Watch!"

   Heather took David's massive sex organ into her mouth and began bobbing
her head up and down on it swallowing more of it on each stroke.  She began
to gag a bit and David saw tears run from her eyes as she fought to get the
last inch of his cock into her hungry mouth.  He pushed the back of her had
down to help her, and, there it was...the feeling he'd been after for
months.  He felt Heather's lips nibbling the bare skin at the base of his
dick.

   She came up, gasping for breath, looking like someone who'd just won
first prize.

   "I did it!" `

   "Yes you did, darlin'.  You surely did.  Now, do it again, and keep
doing it until I fill your cute little belly with cum.  Then I'll put you
up on the desk and fuck your little pussy until you scream.  How's that
sound?"

   "Ooooooo...daddy...you're the best!"

   Heather went back to her work repeatedly swallowing David's cock,
coathing it with a thick layer of her slippery saliva.  David knew there
were limits to Heather's endurance and he decided to give her a reward
sooner rather than later.

   "Get ready, baby, cos daddy's gonna blow a load!"

   That was all the warning Heather needed.  She kept the head of David's
cock trapped in her warm wet mouth and used her hands to jerk David's well
lubed shaft.  It took about 10 agonizing seconds and then she felt the
first of many blasts of his sweet cum fill her mouth.  Try as she might,
she just could never manage to swallow all of it without some leaking out -
sometimes via her nose.  Swallowing repeatedly, Heather managed to get most
of his load down - she felt really full - and then she began to lick up
what had run down her hands and over her fingers.

   When she was satisfied that she'd cleaned up every drop of David's
potent pop shot, she stood up and kissed him, letting him taste his own -
something she knew turned him on - and then she hopped up on the desk
pulled up her skirt and spread her legs.

   "No panties I see, and is that a Brazilian you're sporting?" David said,
standing.

   "No panties daddy - I always wanna be ready to fuck.  And, I thought
you'd like the new wax job," Heather said in that special voice again.

   "You are always ready to fuck.  You're the horniest little fuck bunny
I've ever met."

   "Thank you daddy.  Now shut up and fuck me!  I've been waiting all
morning for your cock."

   "Is that any way to talk to your boss?" David laughed and leaned into
Heather, pushing his schlong into the welcoming confines of her sweet sweet
pussy.

   "Aggggghhhhhhh," he sighed as he felt her wet walls grip his pecker.

   "Aaaaeeeeeiiiiiiii," Heather squealed as she felt every internal wrinkle
of her cunt hole smoothed out before the massive invader.  God he made her
feel so fucking full.  Her belly sloshed with his cum and now her pussy was
full of cock.  Life was good.

   David loved the way Heather's pussy felt around his cock.  Her youth,
and the enhancements he'd given her with his magic software, kept her pussy
tight no matter how many times he fucked her.  She was always wet for him,
and her internal muscles gave him a cock massage that was nothing short of
nirvana every time they fucked.  As usual, he started slowly, enjoying each
centimeter of insertion and withdrawal from her sweet center.  Her enhanced
pheromones had their usual effect, heightening his excitement and
increasing his pleasure.  He had the same effect on Heather and soon they
were both moaning in delight.

   "Harder...daddy...fuck me harder," Heather gasped.  "Make me cum with
your big cock, daddy!" Make Heather cum!"

   David kissed Heather and began moving his hips more forcefully.  Heather
matched him thrust for thrust.  David reached under Heather and gripped her
ass in his hands.  He began pulling her onto and off of his cock in time
with his thrusts, slapping his belly into her on each stroke.

   "Oh god...daddy...you're making me cummmmmmmmmmmmm!" Heather shrieked.
David hoped the extra sound proofing he'd ordered for their walls was
working or someone would be calling the cops.

   David was pounding all ten inches of his prodigious instrument in and
out of Heather's quivering quim.  She was grunting on each stroke, her eyes
closed, her body awash in endorphins and orgasms.  Her insides squeezed
David's cock with powerful contractions, milking him, hungrily demanding
his hot juices - no matter that her mouth had sucked a large load from his
prolific testicles just a few minutes ago.  Greed does not allow for
limitations.

   "Cum in my mouth again daddy...I wanna drink another load..." Heather
gasped.

   David pulled his cock from Heather's clasping cunt and Heather jumped
off the desk and onto the nearby sofa.  She lay on her stomach reached back
and grabbed her ankles and then opened her mouth in invitation.  David
joined her on the sofa, kneeling facing her, fisting his mighty charger now
covered in pussy sauce.  She opened her mouth lunged forward and engulfed
his cock to the root all in one go.

   "Fuck!" David shouted in surprise.  She'd never done THAT before.  For
the first time since augmenting his sexual control with the MasterPC, David
lost it.  He came without a mental command to release, and it was one of
the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced.  Heather had the head of
his cock half way down her throat.  He was literally ejaculating almost
directly into her stomach.  She held his cock deep inside her throat, her
lips nibbling at the base, as David's dick jerked and spat streams of hot
seminal fluid down Heather's gullet.  She swallowed and swallowed; her
throat muscles urging the last drops of his jizz through his steaming
stalk, pleased that she'd surprised him; pleased that she'd made him lose
his control and his composure.  She smiled in triumph around his still
throbbing boner and pulled her head back to taste the last salty drops of
his essence.

   "Mmmmmm....tasty," Heather said as she licked a stray drop of semen from
the tip of David's cock.

   "God that was intense, baby," David breathed as he sat down.  Heather
crawled up into his lap and they began kissing; post-coital languor
overtaking them for a few moments.

   David's cell phone rang, interrupting their after play.  He set Heather
aside, picked it up and saw the caller i.d.

   "I have to take this call baby.  Go get yourself fixed up, OK?"

   Heather pouted a little, but went at his command, leaving him alone.

   "Hello," he said into the phone.

   "David Donaldson?"

   "Speaking."

   "This is Detective Donovan from SPD.  Chief Brill asked me to call you
about the north end beatings case."

   "Thanks for calling me.  I think I can help you solve the case.  Would
you be willing to meet with me and discuss it?"

   The silence from the other end of the line was deafening.  David knew
he'd have to win her over.

   "I know this is irregular, and cops hate to have civilians underfoot,
but I'd like you to hear me out, OK?  Could you meet me at the Red Mug at
say 1:30 this afternoon?"

   There was a sigh of resignation from the other end.  "OK, Mr. 
Donaldson, I'll meet you at the Red Mug, and you'll have about 10 minutes
to prove to me you're not some nut job looking for publicity.  I'm only
doing this much because Chief Brill ordered me to cooperate with you."

   "You won't be sorry, Detective.  I'll see you at the Red Mug at 1:30."

   "Yes.  Bye."

   The line went dead.

   "That could have gone better," David said.  "But, what did you expect,
applause?"

   David got himself back together, went home, took a shower, changed
clothes, had some lunch, and prepared for his 1:30 meeting.

   As you might expect, Aimee was not only punctual but beautiful.  She was
tall and brunette with threads of auburn that caught the sun as she stood
in the doorway of the Red Mug looking for David.  He spotted her, and even
though he'd never seen her before, David knew who she had to be - the badge
hanging from a chain around her neck was a giveaway in any event.  He gave
a little wave and she walked to his table.

   David held out his hand.

   "David Donaldson," he said, smiling his most charming smile.

   "Detective Donovan," Aimee said, all business.  She did, however, take
David's hand and give it a squeeze.

   "Please sit," David said, indicating the chair across from where he'd
been sitting while waiting for her arrival.  "Can I get you something?"

   "Decaf.  Cream, one Sweet'n Low."

   "Coming right up."

   David handled the transaction with the barista smoothly and was soon
placing a steaming cup of the local java in front of the skeptical
detective.

   "Look," David said, "I know you think this is a big waste of time."

   She cut him off.

   "It is a big waste of time.  I've got a crime spree to stop and people
to protect.  What I don't have is time to sit around with civilians who
think they've got the answer to everything."

   "Well at least the coffee is good," David said.  He was thinking about
how much easier this would be if he had used his magic software to create
some cooperation.

   Aimee took a sip of her coffee.

   "True, they do serve good coffee here."

   "I'll cut to the chase."

   "That'd be refreshing."

   "I know that what I'm about to say is going to sound really stupid, but
I want you to know that it's all true."

   "This oughta be good," Aimee snorted.

   David had created a MasterPC ap for his iPhone, bypassing a number of
Apple's security protocols to do it.  He called it up now.

   "I can demonstrate."

   "What...are you going to leap a tall building at a single bound?"

   "No, I won't.  I'll do something else."

   David put Aimee's name into the MasterPC's input slot.  Her miniature
self rotated in front of him.  Aimee couldn't see what he was doing, but
the next thing she felt was her bra and blouse getting tighter.  Her tits
were growing - something they hadn't done since junior high.

   "What the fuck!" she hissed.

   David reversed the changes and Aimee felt herself getting back to
normal.

   "What the hell was that?  Did you do that?"

   "I can't tell you how, but yes, it was me.  And I can do lots of other
stuff too.  That was just a little demonstration - something to prove that
I've got some special capabilities."

   Aimee was still a little flustered but she rallied magnificently.

   "So you can make my tits bigger.  How's that going to help us catch
whoever is beating people up?"

   "Aimee, you're being obtuse.  I've embarrassed you and you were already
mad about coming here so you're not thinking this through.  I've used my
little magic trick to give myself some special abilities; abilities that,
in a detective, could help you get this person off the streets.  You'll get
credit for the collar, and I'll stay in the background - way in the
background.  In fact, I don't even want anyone but you and Chief Brill to
know that we're working together."

   "I...I..." Aimee started to speak and stopped.

   "You don't know what to say.  I know it's a lot.  Let me ride along with
you tomorrow and I'll show you something that will make it possible for you
to solve this case."

   "Meet me at the corner of John Avenue and Sixth Street tomorrow morning
at 8 o'clock.  Don't be late."

   "I'll be there."

   "Thanks for the coffee."

   Aimee got up and walked out of the coffee shop.

   "Now I wait.  She might go back to the station house and tell Chief
Brill I'm a nut job and she's not going to work with me, or she'll keep her
mouth shut and become a super star detective.  I guess I'll just have to
wait and see."

   David returned to the office, fucked Heather two more times, including
once in the ass, talked to a few clients and potential clients and went
home for the day, whistling a happy tune.  It was good to be David
Donaldson.

   The next morning, David was waiting with a paper bag of donuts and two
cups of steaming hot coffee when Aimee showed up at John and Sixth in an
unmarked cruiser (as if you couldn't tell it was a cop car anyway).  David
got in and Aimee pulled away before he could even buckle his seat belt.

   "Good morning," David said, going for friendly and hoping Aimee wouldn't
shoot him for his impertinence.

   A head bob and a grunt was all he got in return.

   "I brought donuts," David said, placing a bag on the seat between them.

   "Donuts?  Really?  You brought donuts?  Do I look like someone who eats
donuts?  Or did you just assume all cops were donut hounds?"

   "Well, I like donuts, and these came from Bee's Busy Bakery in Iron
River."

   "You drove to Iron River for donuts?" Aimee's tone softened a bit. 
"That's a 45 minute ride each way.  You drove an hour and a half for a bag
of donuts?"

   "Ever had one from Bee's?  It was worth the drive.  Plain cake donuts
are the perfect fuel for crime fighting."

   "You read too many Spenser novels.  If I eat one of those, it will go
straight to my ass.  No thanks."

   "More for me then," David said, reaching into the bag for one of the
brown ovals of delight.

   "I brought coffee too," David said, pointing to the pair of paper cups,
steam wafting from the lids, in the cup holder on the transmission hump
between them.  "Cream and two Sweet'n Low, right?"

   "Thank you, David.  That was thoughtful.  Damn those donuts smell good."

   "What if I told you I could make adjustments to your metabolism so that
you could eat all the donuts you want and never see them on your ass?"

   "I'd say you were nuts."

   David took out his iPhone and put Aimee's name into the Master PC ap. 
He typed in a few commands.  "There.  All done.  Have some bear sign and
enjoy it without guilt.  Have a cheeseburger at lunch.  Just don't forget
to maintain your workout schedule."

   "Is this for real?"

   "Remember yesterday in the coffee shop when you felt your breasts get
bigger?"

   Aimee actually blushed.

   "I see you do remember.  Well, this is just like that except you won't
really notice the change."

   "Have you made changes like this to your own body?"

   "Oh, yes.  You didn't know me a couple of years ago.  You'd hardly
recognize me.  I was a completely different person in a lot of ways.  Now,
I'm healthy as a horse, have the body of an 18 year old, work out
regularly, and I never get sick."

   "No kidding.  May I ask how you came by these miraculous powers?"

   "Yes, you can ask, but I'm not going to tell you the whole story.  And,
I need you to keep what I do tell you to yourself.  What I have is a very
powerful source of techno-magic.  It would be disastrous if it became
general knowledge - trust me on this.  Let's just say that I am an enhanced
human being with much faster reflexes, greater strength, and lots more
intelligence than the average representative of Homo sapiens."

   Aimee gave him a doubtful look.

   "Since you've allowed me to help you on this case, I will make that
magic accessible to you.  If you like, I can give you some upgrades that
you'll really enjoy and some that will just come in handy for solving
crimes."

   Aimee pulled the car over to the curb, put it in park, and shut off the
motor.

   "Upgrades?  What kind of upgrades?"

   "Ever have a suspect get away because you weren't fast enough to catch
them?  Ever wish you were stronger so that you didn't need to worry about
going up against the bad guys?  Or more agile?  Or smarter?"

   "You can do all of that with your phone?"

   "Well, it's easier on my laptop, but, yes, technically, I can do all of
that on my iPhone."

   "Where's your laptop?"

   "At the office."

   "Where's that?"

   "It's the old Great Northern building at Belknap and Tower."

   Aimee started the Ford POS and pulled away from the curb, made a tire
squealing U-turn and headed back to the center of town.  Five minutes later
she pulled up behind the building where A2Z Consulting had its offices.

   "OK.  Go do your thing and make me a super cop.  I think this is
probably bullshit, but what the hell - nothing I've done so far to try and
solve these crimes has worked.  I'll admit I'm getting a little desperate."

   Aimee hesitated and then added almost in a mumble, "and you might make
my tits a little bigger too."

   "What are you now, B-cup?"

   She gave him an almost shy look, but then said, "Yes."

   "What would you like them to be?"

   "Anything bigger than C will just be in the way."

   "I'll set that up to take place overnight - that way you won't have to
be uncomfortable the rest of the day.  You can buy a new bra or two after
work."

   "Get going.  I don't have all day," Detective Donovan said her
skepticism still rather obvious.

   "Yes, of course, Detective Donovan.  No need to wait for me.  You'll
notice the changes as you go along."

   David left the car and walked up to his office.  Heather greeted him
with a hand full of messages -- he told her to hold onto them for a moment.
He walked into his office, woke up his computer, and called up the MasterPC
program.

   Seconds later, Detective Donovan's form was rotating in front of him on
the screen.

   "Now, let's see - what would a crime fighter need?"

   David sat for a moment, thinking.  Then he began to input a series of
commands.

   "Intelligence enhancement...check.  Strength, agility, and speed
upgrades...check.  Improved eye sight with extra night vision
capability...check.  Improved powers of hearing and olfactory
reception...check.  Observational skills...check.  Ability to detect
lies...check.  That ought to do it for crime fighting skills for now.  Oh
yeah, C-cup breasts...there...that'll take care of it.  By tomorrow morning
she'll have a nice rack.  She'd better buy some new lingerie on the way
home."

   David sat before the computer for a few more moments, wrestling with
something.

   "What the hell," he muttered, and put a few more commands into the
MasterPC console.

   "There...those ought to make her future life more enjoyable - her sex
life anyway."

   He stared at her image rotating on the screen lost in thought.  He
frowned.

   "I hate to do this, but, it just wouldn't do to have anyone trace any of
this back to me," David said.  A few more commands went into the computer
program and then he replaced Aimee's image with Chief Brill.  He instructed
the Chief to forget their conversation about the north end beatings.  He
shut down MasterPC and then put his computer back to sleep.  David put his
suit jacket back on and walked out of his office.

   "I'll be back in a few minutes, Heather.  Have the lube warmed up sweet
cheeks, daddy's in the mood for some back door action today," David said as
he dashed out the door.  He smiled as he heard Heather's squeal of delight
- she loved it in the ass.

   After David left the cruiser, Aimee drove back toward the police
station. By the time she got there she was feeling odd.  For one thing, she
had no idea why she had been in the lot behind the Great Northern building
when she should have been at the police station, working the case.

   "Weird."

   Then, there was the bag of donuts and the cup of coffee she hadn't
remembered buying.

   "This is even weirder.  I never buy donuts."

   There were only two left anyway.  They were both gone by the time she'd
covered the six blocks back to the station.  She felt different but had no
explanation.  She had, however, come up with a way to stop the crime spree,
and when she thought of it she wondered why it hadn't occurred to her
before.  Later that day, after she left work, she was surprised to find
herself walking out of the local Mall with several bags from her favorite
lingerie store.  She had no idea why she'd gone there or why she suddenly
felt the need to buy a C-cup bra.  "I'm a B-cup and have been since
puberty. This is weird."

   David walked back to Sixth and John, retrieved his car, and went back to
the office to resume his work as a consultant.  He was working on a new
account - W.E.  Coyote - and he had to develop an approach that would make
the CEO want to hire him.  He was confident that the string of beatings in
the North End would come to a swift and certain end, and that his community
had acquired a powerful new weapon against crime.  He thought he might even
get to score Detective Donovan someday.  That would be a real bonus.

   When he walked into the office, Heather was not at her desk.  David
Smiled.  He put out the "be back later" sign, locked the outer office door,
and sauntered into his private office where, surprise surprise, Heather was
waiting, buck naked, on his leather sofa.  She was on her knees with her
perfect little heart shaped ass up in the air displaying her crotch like a
mare in heat.  There was a large bottle of Astroglide(TM) next to her on
the sofa.  She'd obviously applied quite a bit to her asshole, which now
sported a large black butt plug.

   "Heather, you beautiful little slut," David said as he dropped his suit
jacket on the back of his office chair.

   Heather looked back over her shoulder and grinned.

   "C'mon Daddy...don't make me wait.  I've got the lube all warmed up and
I've made myself as ready as I can for your big cock," she said in that
little girl voice that drove him wild.

   Seconds later David was as naked as Heather.  He walked to the couch and
picked up the bottle of lube.  He poured a copious amount on his cock and
used his left hand to spread it around.  With his right, he began to play
with the butt plug in Heather's ass.

   "I think we should get you one with a horse tail or something on it and
have you wear it in the office," he said as he worked the large chunk of
black rubber in and out of Heather's pliant asshole.

   "Ooooooo....Daddy...that would be hot!"

   The plug emerged from her rectum with a popping sound, leaving her hole
gaped for a moment before it resumed its usual star shape.  David's cock
was hard and covered with a thin layer of lubricant.  He wasted no time on
preliminaries, knowing what Heather wanted.  He'd broken her anal cherry in
that hotel room where he'd first really used her the night she came to
apologize.  It had become her favorite way to fuck ever since.  She was
almost as much of an anal slut as Dana DeArmond.

   David pressed the head of his cock against the wrinkled rosebud of
Heather's ass.

   "Oh!" gasped Heather as she felt the tip of his cock touch her tender
flesh.

   "Push back on it," David commanded.

   "Yessssss...." Heather hissed as she pushed her hips back toward him. 
Little by little the large mushroom head of David's dick spread the
well-oiled and well-trained ring of flesh guarding Heather's rectum. 
Heather groaned continuously as she felt her backside cloven again by
David's mighty spear.

   "Ahhhhh..." Heather sighed as the head was completely engulfed and she
felt the shaft begin to impale her guts.

   David always enjoyed this moment as he felt himself drawn into Heather's
body, enjoying the constriction of her tight anal ring around the shaft of
his cock, the warmth of her belly around him, the slick feeling of the
lubricant, the trembling of Heather's body as her pleasure began to ramp up
toward what he knew would be a massive orgasm - he'd wired her for pleasure
(hers and his) and he'd done an excellent job.

   Heather did not stop pushing until she felt David's balls against her
wet, swollen, pussy lips; felt his thighs against her ass cheeks.  She knew
she had taken him all the way.

   "Fuck me Daddy," she whimpered, "fuck Heather's ass."

   David grasped Heather's hips in his hands and began to do just that. 
Heather reached between her legs and began to rub herself vigorously while
her boss began sawing his cock in and out of her asshole.  She was in
bliss. Her pleasure was multiplying exponentially as the speed and vigor of
David's strokes increased.

   David was giving Heather his entire length on every stroke leaving only
the head of his cock in her behind as he pulled back.  She was pushing back
with as much force as he was using to push forward multiplying the force of
his cock's thrusts in and out of her bowels.  Sensing her nearness to
orgasm, David shortened up his thrusts and increased their speed and force,
pounding her ass with his gristly cudgel.

   "Oh...my...god," Heather panted in time with his thrusts as she felt the
pleasure waves wash over her.  She was right on the edge of a massive
climax.  She pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger and jerked
herself over the top as she felt David hilt himself in her again and again.

   "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" she screamed,
making David grateful once again for the extra sound proofing he'd paid so
much money for when the office had been remodeled.

   David was glad that her climax had hit while he was buried all the way
inside her.  Heather's internal muscles clamped down on his cock like a
vise; released and clamped again; over and over the cycle repeated as she
howled through one climax after another.

   David imagined that this is what having your cock stuck into a milking
machine might feel like.  His pleasure was incredible; it was magnified by
Heather's own sexual tsunami.  With a grunt, he let his own climax go, his
balls releasing a flood of semen into Heather's guts.

   Feeling David's cock jerk and spit in her bowels sent Heather into
another paroxysm of pleasure.  Her contractions milked the last of David's
prodigious load of nut sauce from his balls.  He stroked himself in and out
of Heather's ass a few more times, and then slid his cock all the way out.
Heather's asshole gaped; a steady stream of milky fluid oozed from the raw
red opening; it drooled down her crack; it slid over the tumescent petals
of her pussy where her fingers were still busily stroking the proud flesh
of her sexual center.

   David slapped Heather on the ass and then went to their shared bathroom
to clean up.  He showered and redressed himself.  Heather did likewise and
the pair resumed their work as if nothing had happened; Heather, however,
had an inflatable donut on her chair and a smile of immense satisfaction on
her face for the rest of the day.

   David landed W.  E.  Coyote that afternoon, and booked himself a trip to
see the new client.  Maybe he'd take Heather along.  And, maybe, just
maybe, the suggestion he'd planted way down deep in Detective Donovan's
mind would bear fruit without blowing up in his face.  Would he get away
with violating his own rules?  Had he given into temptation?  Would it come
back to bite him in the ass?

   There was only one way to find out - he'd just have to await
developments.  He looked at the calendar.  It had been a week since he'd
popped one in the missus - it'd be her turn tonight.  Maybe, he thought, it
was time to tweak the old lady's libido a bit.  No point in her missing out
on the pleasure train.
   Life was good.  

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