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A Deal With the Devil
By Ricky
It was hot as Hell. In the little test lab, filled as it
was with large steel vessels, clanking pipes and hissing
steam vents, that wasn't too surprising. In fact it was
just plain normal. In the depths of winter it was an almost
cozy place to be, the Northern winds and drifts of snow
became faint memories in the heat of the lab. However, it
was a Friday night in high summer and the woman sitting in
the lab was far from cozy.
She sat there dripping sweat, hypnotized by the faint
bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt of the chart recorder head as it traced
across the paper. The pressure vessels in the room were not
the only things steaming. If the boiler had failed right at
the moment, Bonnie's temper probably would have sufficed to
keep the steam flowing for a couple of hours more, at a
minimum.
Bonnie was a newly minted engineer and this was her first
job. She had put up with innumerable assholes for the last
four years in college, determined to make engineering her
life's work, and had graduated with honors. Graduated right
into the worst recession in memory, where a 5'2" Rubinesque
female engineer was not exactly in demand. She had
interviewed with all the Big Boys (that term certainly
steamed her!) and had gotten nowhere. Reluctantly she
accepted a position at a position at a small outfit that
had decent prospects but lousy pay.
At this moment she stared into the computer screen and
hummed "Sixteen Tons", hearing the voice of Tennessee Ernie
Ford from her father's record collection. The song was
appropriate for several reasons. First, as low engineer on
the totem pole, she was stuck on a Friday night when
everyone else went home. The work never seemed to end and
how much worse could coal mining be, anyway? Probably would
be cooler than this place.
The other reason was partly anatomical, partly social. To
be blunt about it, her boobs had exceeded a DD cup
somewhere around her 13th birthday. With her otherwise
small body they were, well, she'd heard every possible
variant of every possible joke long before she started High
School. If she hadn't already "sold her soul to the Company
Store" - actually the Student Loan people but the business
philosophy was the same - her first paycheck would have
gone for breast reduction surgery.
Frankly, she often referred to her breasts as her "Asshole
Magnets", because in her 22 years they seemed to have
attracted every single asshole on the planet. Which brings
us to Bryce, the other engineer in the lab. She was getting
damn sick of his juvenile humor at her expense and his
parting comments were responsible for her elevated temper.
When she got to the line in the song about "if the right
one don't get you then the left one will" the ironic
reference did not escape her.
A long and boring time later the vessel began to hiss and
she realized the test was almost over. Freedom at last! She
hit the button and the chamber opened with a cloud of
residual steam, which fogged her glasses and made her
frantically wave her paperwork in an effort to clear them.
She blinked, and standing in front of her was an athletic
young man dressed in white shirt and shorts. He was well
muscled, even if his legs were as hairy as a goat, and he
appeared to be completely cool and comfortable despite the
heat of the room. Bonnie noticed a small pair of horns on
his forehead. Really, this body mutilation stuff was really
getting out of hand!
"What the Hell are you doing in here?" Not the friendliest
greeting, it must be said, but after all this was supposed
to be private property. The dude didn't belong here,
dammit!
"Ah, a woman who gets right to the point. I like that, my
lovely," replied the stranger in a seductive voice.
"Fuck you, buddy."
"My dear, under other circumstances I might take you up on
your kind offer, but I'm afraid I have a busy schedule
tonight."
His remark left Bonnie speechless for a moment. She was
working up a solid head of steam and was just about to vent
when the young man continued. "Please, lovely Bonnie, you
have been calling me all night and I simply could not
ignore your summons, no matter the press of other matters."
"You... You... Okay buster, just who the Hell do you think
you are? There ain't no one but me authorized to be in this
lab and I'm going to call the cops in about thirty seconds
if your ass ain't out the door in twenty nine."
"May I introduce myself? Such a shame your generation has
abandoned the business card, this used to be such a
civilized scene. However, this must suffice." He rolled up
the sleeve of his white shirt to reveal a striking tattoo.
Amidst very realistic flames was etched the single word
"Lucifer".
"Lucifer?" she exclaimed. "Cripes Bubba, you better haul
out your cell phone and check the number, 'cause baby, you
is dialing the wrong area code! Unless my mamma was lying
to me when we left the synagogue you got no business
showing off your ink to a nice Jewish girl."
"Damn those 'Jews For Jesus' buggers, they assured me..."
The young man recovered his composure. "No matter my dear,
I offer an equal opportunity exchange and do not
discriminate. If you want to toast a bagel on my fires it
doesn't bother me at all."
"Smartass. Well, at least you've been here all of two
minutes and haven't made a joke about my tits, that may be
a world's record."
"Bonnie, you wound me. I would never stoop so low. I heard
your pleading and came to offer you an honest exchange. I
can arrange it so no one will consider making comments
about you as a woman or denigrating any part of your body.
It is within my power to see you become a top flight
engineer, triumphing over mere males in their own business.
You will find your name attached to patents by the score,
your byline will grace the major journals. In short, you
will be an inspiring success to all the women who follow
you if we can come to an agreement."
"You sure talk pretty, but it don't cut no challah, sucker.
I don't need your help to be successful, I have that
covered all by my lonesome. Even if you had the power you
brag about, you forget one thing - we Jews don't believe in
Hell. Just 'cause some fruitcake in the middle ages put his
nightmares on paper and the priests snapped it up, it ain't
in the Torah."
"That makes it all so much simpler then, doesn't it? If you
are sure I can't collect your soul then why not take the
chance? Let your imagination run wild, I have the power to
make almost any dream come true - for a simple price."
There was a pause in the conversation. Bonnie was still
pretty pissed at Bryce. Wouldn't it be a kick if this
Lucifer could help her stick it to schlumps like him.
"Could you quantify the word 'anything' for me?" After all,
she was an engineer.
"Well, I can't move mountains and rearrange the landscape,
I can't change the past, and I can't reliably affect my
adversary's direct purview. However, you would be surprised
at how much effect a small change in the right place can
have. Whisper a suggestion in the right ear about how cute
that altar boy is and in a decade or two religious
foundations are shaking all over the world. That sort of
thing."
"Subtle, aren't you? Well, I'm not going to ask for
something I can do myself. How are you at rearranging
bodies?"
"When was the last time you went to the movies?"
"That good, huh?"
"Well, I haven't been able to win an Oscar yet, but if they
had the category...."
"Okay, I have a proposal then. What I want is every guy on
the planet, each time they make smartass remark about some
woman's tits his own start to grow a cup size over the next
week or so. If he keeps it up they'll keep growing until he
has boobs as big as mine."
"My dear, I am going to have to put you on staff. I don't
think I could have come up with that given all eternity!"
"Well, in school they taught me to think outside the box."
"Even I have the sense not to touch that one, Bonnie. Quite
Devilish, if I say so myself! Any other little fillips you
wish to add? Matching small waistline, perhaps a
proportional decrease in the male attribute? Eating
disorders? Blonde hair when your size limit is reached?
"KISS, baby. Keep It Simple, Stupid. I hate people who over
design a project!"
"Very well, do we have a deal? Your soul in my domain,
however unlikely you consider its existence, when you
abandon the body in exchange for a lesson for the boors of
the world. I'm almost tempted to turn this one down, it
comes dangerously close to going a good deed, I fear."
"No way, Jose. You made a deal and I'm holding you to it. I
suppose I have to sign in blood or something?"
"Nah, just swipe your credit card in my PDA and that should
do it."
---
Saturday morning Bonnie woke up, wondering just what she
had eaten last night that gave her such a strange dream.
What would the Rabbi think of her dreaming of the Devil,
assuming she had a Rabbi or had set foot in a Synagogue
some time other than the High Holy Days when it was simply
easier to go than argue with Mom.
There was absolutely nothing different about that Saturday
than any Saturday before it. She went to the mall, her
Asshole Magnets attracting their usual quota, but she
simply ignored it as always. Dinner with Ginger and Sam on
Sunday (Sam appreciated her assets but had always been a
perfect gentleman about it - even when Ginger was not
present!) Monday rolled around and she stumbled into work.
Bryce beat her into the lab and had pulled off the chart of
last week's test. "Nice curves!" he commented as he walked
by. Damn fool probably thought he was being cute, too bad
her dream wasn't the real thing - she would love to watch
him cope with a pair of Asshole Magnets. Serve the beggar
right.
On Wednesday she thought it odd that Bryce was wearing a
sweater, especially since the mercury was hitting the 80s
outside the air-conditioned office. By Friday conversation
at the lunch table commented on certain co-workers, whose
names need not be explicitly stated, were acting rather
more apelike than usual, scratching themselves furiously
when they thought no one was looking. Several of the other
women started to notice this peculiar behavior and
commented on it at the lunch table. The consensus was that
someone should call the temp agency and see if they had any
Zookeepers available.
Friday Bryce called in sick, much to Bonnie's relief. That
evening she was listening to NPR and had to laugh at a
report on Marketplace about businesses all over the world
suddenly rescinding Casual Dress policies and returning to
Suit-and-Tie business attire. The female reporter played it
for laughs, interviewing several corporate flaks.
***
"Tell me Paul, why has XYZ industries suddenly gone formal?
Big date with the shareholders for the weekend?"
(Laughs) "No, Michelle. It's simply that we have felt for
some time that American Business has gotten away from the
core values it was founded on. We feel our workforce will
be far more productive with the formal discipline that
proper attire brings."
"This doesn't have any connection with the rumors your
company is negotiating to buy Playtex Products, Inc?"
"Well, we are always trying to move our products into new
markets, but I hardly think there's a connection here,
Michelle."
"Well, sometimes you can't tell how intimate a business
connection can become. They're obviously not trying to
increase business at the new subsidiary with the dress
codes. Back to you, Richard..."
***
Bonnie laughed at the report, but when a little later in
the program a report featured an Italian designer who was
having his male models wear fake breasts she had to wonder
about her dream.
Traffic to work seemed unusually light on Monday morning,
in fact several of the men had called in sick and things
were a nightmare. Millie, the girl in shipping who thought
she was hiding a TV under the junk at her bench, was the
first to spread the news. Congress had declared an
emergency recess and was going on vacation for the next two
weeks. Was the whole world going nuts? Sometime in the
afternoon Millie, who had ceased pretending to work at all,
reported that the Stock Exchange had closed early because
of a mysterious illness had decimated the trading floor.
Similar reports were coming in from around the globe.
Strangely enough, the Middle Eastern markets were operating
as usual. Unrelated and unconfirmed reports said that
Western style clothing had been almost completely abandoned
and there had been a sudden resurgence of traditional
desert robes throughout the power structure of the Oil
Kingdoms.
Things grew increasingly more chaotic over the next few
days. Construction ground to a halt, highway repair ceased
entirely (although the small number of cars on the road
hardly were inconvenienced by the roadwork). While radio
continued unchanged, television talking heads suddenly
became just that, maybe one in 100 anchormen was pictured
from the neck down and the number of graphics used while
male correspondents reported skyrocketed. Security scans of
the newly bulky traveler's clothing caused long delays at
airports. Could you blame some of the guards for insisting
on strip searches for customers obviously trying to hide
something?
On her Saturday trip to the mall Bonnie was surprised at
the multitude of women in the place, but there were only a
sprinkling of men. To her great surprise the intimates'
section of every store was stripped bare of any size above
34, leaving great gaps in the shelves, the lingerie section
in Lane Bryant and 16+ were completely cleared of all
stock. As she stared silently at the empty windows she felt
someone staring at her.
"Good afternoon, Bonnie." A young man in a white suit and
impeccably tied flame-red tie smiled at her, a Fedora
jauntily covering his forehead. "I haven't been so
interested in people watching in centuries! Why, in a week
you've managed to shut down the most of the governments and
the businesses in the Western world. Thousands, no millions
of men are praying to my Adversary, little dreaming they
are focusing their attention to the wrong Sphere. How
delightful!"
"You're not a dream, then!"
"Bonnie, I'm disappointed. So many of my clients say that
when we meet again. I had hoped someone with your
creativity would have been different! Still, I have to
thank you; I've had to hatch extra staff in anticipation of
the workload in the next few weeks. Perhaps you'd like to
accompany me to the Penny's, there is a Presidential
newscast scheduled shortly that you will find most
interesting."
"Newscast?"
The young man held out his elbow in an unmistakable
gesture. "Let's just watch, shall we?"
***
The two stood in a crowd before a wall of televisions all
tuned to the same channel. The announcer was whispering
"...is Senator Michaels and on his left is Senator Jef...
The president has entered the room. Ladies and Gentlemen,
the President of the United States."
"My Fellow Americans, I am accompanied today by the
Sturgeon General and our beloved head of Homeland Security.
In the last week Terrorists and Evil Doers have unleashed a
mysterious virus has swept through our nation, and indeed
the entire globe, bringing untold suffering to many fine
men. The scientists at the CDC have been searching
relentlessly for the cause of the gynoc - gynocomas -
sudden plague of male chest growth that has caused such
pain and misery.
"Apprehensive of the culprits is seriously hampered because
the FBI was one of the initial targets of the Evil Doers
and virtually every man in the organization has refused to
leave his home as a result. Our armed forces stand ready to
defend the country, but suffer from a serious problem in
that there are not enough larger uniform blouses available
to cope with the increased demand. I am also told that
every drill sergeant in the country has gone AWOL.
"These dotardly deeds will not go unpunished. I will submit
to Congress, as soon as we can hunt them down and get them
back to Washington, a request for a couple of billion
dollars, which will be sent to my buddies at the pharma ?
pharmasu - ah drug companies to find a cure, which will be
available as soon as they have it patented.
"I have ordered the country to go to blue or orange or
whatever damn fool color alert means the evil Doers are
gonna be going after my campaign contributors before the
next election. I ask all patriotic men in This Great Nation
Of Ours to show the spirit that Made Us A Great Nation and
return to work immediately. Your country needs you, profits
are down sharply and that cannot be allowed to continuous!
I assure that we will put in place the most effective anti-
discrimination laws ever passed, and they will be enforced
vigorously! Meanwhile, go about your business normally,
your government will protect you and keep you safe."
***
At the conclusion of the broadcast they strolled out into
the mall and found a seat. "Well Bonnie," the young man
spoke, "How does it feel to be the most effective terrorist
in the history of the planet?"
"I don't believe this."
"Ah, that is what makes my work so simple at times: no one
believes it. We all cling so tenaciously to our comforting
beliefs and ignore reality. Who would have believed that
every stripper in the country would be unemployed on less
than a week? That business would have been thrown into
chaos, government and law enforcement hobbled and even the
armed forces decimated without a shot being fired? I
haven't had so much fun in ages!"
"Well, I'm glad someone is happy. Somehow I'm not enjoying
this as much as I thought I would."
"I'm afraid that's one of the hallmarks of dealing with Me.
Perhaps I should have warned you, not being Christian and
all, but I am the Father of Lies, you know."
They sat silently for some time, watching the people pass
by. Finally Bonnie spoke. "Is it just me or are there an
awful lot of funny looking women here today?"
"No, my dear. You are observing one of life's great
ironies. Of all the men in the world, the one group that
would love to grow breasts are denied that boon. I have
little experience with crossdressers because they usually
end up with my Opponent, but for the most part they seem
far too respectful of women to qualify for your little
curse. Perhaps some of them will be driven insane with
jealousy and commit some act that would bring them within
my domain, but I rather doubt it.
"No matter, there is a nice influx of bitter old men who
have died cursing the Lord instead of their own behavior,
that will do nicely for now. As the economy worsens I
expect my business will be booming. Such a shame the new
high rises have sealed windows, I rather liked watching all
those jumpers in the 30s."
"Well Lucifer, it's been nice talking but I'm heading home
now. It's all too depressing."
"All in a day's work, my dear. All in a day's work!"
---
Actually, the Father of Lies had underestimated the human
Male. Things grew steadily worse for several weeks, but
then something strange happened. Guys got downright bored
of hiding in their houses. About a month after the Great
Cleavage, as it had come to be called, the first wet T-
shirt contests started appearing at bars. The proprietors
were desperate to lure their former customers back any way
they could. Much like wrestling or boxing, weight classes
were declared and everyone from burly truck drivers to Wall
Street brokers competed in shaking their assets while
dripping on the barroom floor.
The jewelry business thrived as soon as men decided showing
their cleavage was a Guy Thing. What better to draw
attention to your manly mounds than a great hunk of silver
or gold dangling above them. The textile industry, still
scrambling to double their output of bras, rebounded next.
The world's fashion designers, now with a suddenly
increased clientele, set the pace with men's fashions that
changed as fast as women's once did. To the joy of every
intelligent being on the planet the necktie became a museum
piece and collector's item within months.
Since so many Captains of Industry now proudly sported
generously proportioned bosoms they inevitably became a
status symbol. Plastic surgeons were flooded with business
from ordinary men who, remaining respectful of women and
thus flat chested, felt inadequate in new ways. By the
following summer the beaches were crowded with topless
bathers, both male and female, and life had become
depressingly normal.
Thus it was one year later, on another hot summer's
evening, that Bonnie found herself among the hissing,
steaming cauldrons of the lab once again. As the hatch
opened the expected burst of steam appeared and once again
Lucifer made himself known. He didn't look quite so dapper
this time, in fact he looked downright pissed off. He
stared coldly at Bonnie (quite a trick with steam leaking
from your ears) and finally spoke.
"You! What have you done to me?"
The innocent Bonnie looked at the apparition for a few
moments, jotted a note on her charts, then turned back to
the Devil.
"Back again? Interested in any more deals? That last one
worked out pretty well. If you give me your address I'll
send you an invitation to our wedding. Once Bryce figured
out what it was like coping with tits like mine he learned
real fast and turned out to be a pretty nice guy after all.
We're getting married in a couple of months."
"That's just the problem! My business has dropped so
dramatically that I've had to lay off half my demons. Men
have gotten so damned understanding and tolerant that there
hasn't been a good War in months. Domestic violence has
dropped to somewhere about 20th in the crime stats and if
those cursed legislators repeal the drug laws there won't
be enough people going to Hell to keep me working more than
two days a week! How could you do this to me!"
"Such a pity. You've done so much for me I feel sorry
you're having so much trouble, but how can I do anything?"
"How much do you want to buy out of our deal?"
"Why should I care? Remember, the Rabbi still tells me Hell
isn't real for us Jews."
"Are you so sure? Do you really want to take the chance?"
"Well, there is one thing that might tempt me."
"Well, temptation is one of my specialties. What?"
"You use your powers to make Bryce and me a C cup and
assure us a lifetime supply of sexy bras and I'll let you
out of the deal."
"Done!"
The world rippled slightly, or was it just the air
shimmering in the heat of the lab? Bonnie found herself
once again alone, but feeling strangely lighter as her
bosom melted away.
"Silly bugger, all he would have had to do was wait for the
next generation to grow up and they would have ignored all
the lessons their parents learned. Hell would have filled
up again without any help, but some people just can't wait
for the inevitable, can they?"
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