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Dr. Isis spent the next two days working hard to somehow remove the weight of the decadent desserts without needing shape-shifting. She also spent the dinners trying to force herself to eat the meals and ignore the delicacies that were produced for "after-dinner nibbles". She managed to reduce her weight gain to two pounds per day.

Finally, 007 "happened to mention" that he'd heard swimming was good exercise. Given their sea-side location, the swimming should be fantastic. 008 even offered to go with her. To her disgruntlement, 007 followed them out to the cliffs. Both male cyborgs dove into the ocean. She was relieved to see 007 shift into the shape of a porpoise, rather than a squid.

Dr. Isis dove into the ocean. Dr. Isis sank to the bottom of the ocean. To her consternation, 007 and 008 were soon swimming circles around her with looks of concern. The weight of her armor, once again, weighted her to the bottom.

"What's the matter, Mary Sue?" Having 007 show concern was disconcerting.

"I may have exaggerated when I said I swam to the island. I actually walked."

"You... Can't swim?"

She looked down in embarrassment. "No."

"What about the jets in your feet? Do they work underwater?" With that, he shifted to a squid, to her alarm, and jetted into the distance, much to her relief.

"I haven't tried." Dr. Isis fired up the jets in her feet and thundered away from the ocean floor. With a slight adjustment of her body, she was able to angle through the water, plowing through this new medium, hopping through the waves and spiraling amongst the fish. It was invigorating. Soon she had lost both of the other cyborgs. She was finally superior to one of them!


Pyunma sat behind, tracking Mary Sue's every motion as she created enough noise to be pinpointed from a thousand miles away. She made G.B. seem positively stealthy. She made Jet seem stealthy!

After a little while, he left and returned to the house. That dumb albino would be hit by the first torpedo launched at her. It was amazing the stresses of the water didn't pop those ridiculous teats.

G.B. strolled up next to him. "She's quite a sight, isn't she?"

"You can say that again." Pyunma decided he would have to reassess his opinion of Francois. She was freakishly pale, but at least she had a normal figure. Goat teats, that was what Mary Sue reminded him of.