This choice: ...in the middle of the night. • Go Back...Chapter #6...in the middle of the night. by: Mr. George   James awoke to the shrieking of Klaxons. A long day at the mine had left him exhausted. The tele-presence mining equipment was too prone to breaking down. The human element was needed to keep even the strudiest of equipment functional.
The harsh working environment also had another hidden cost. It was a work hard, play hard kind of environment. And despite the technology there were dangers here. Everyone signed the consent form on applying for the job. Everyone agreed to an adult only environment. Some with enthusiasm, others with sadness. But, the work did split families. The hard living, was serviced with a dedicated work force, too.
The Female Relief Force were a necessary evil of this challenging environment. Sim environments were at a premium, and energy intensive. Reserved usually for medical necessity. Those too stressed, and claustrophobic, from the literal air pressure. Some did earn the luxury of free-time in the holographic environment. But, equally other refused, knowing it ate away into their savings. Ultimately delaying any relief or escape from the intense work.
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James started, and sat bolt upright. The alarms were only sounded for the most disasterous of circumstances. A breach, or some such. Rolling onto his side, he spotted a whore sharing his bed. She looked as scared as he felt. As he sat up, she did too.
His viewscreen, was flashing red, the words 'Alert' flashing in virulent red letters, as if the klaxons needed the extra emphasis.
It was with a dawning chill that James' made the unfortunate, unavoidable conclusion. He wasn't sharing a bed with one of the female relief force. It was his reflection, and he... he was a she!
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As the breakthrough penetrated, her jangling senses started to align with her body. James felt the lacy bra tickle and tease nipples that felt bigger and more sensitive than he could've imagined possible.
Heart pounding, he sat upright. Well she managed to prop herself up on her elbows. Those titties were far heavier and more awkward. His previous philosophy of bigger is better, falling rather short of his imagination, when he had to carry those tits herself.
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It was then a second wave washed over James. He now lacked the sheer strength to work as a miner. It was physical work, and needed dexterity, and no! massive! tits! in the way...
The only way she'd earn money now was.... was as a member of the Female Relief Force. A shudder ran down her spine, and James felt her new nipples, tense up diamond hard in their cups.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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