Growing into the Job, Post 546a: Channel Surfing, p1

Next! Up at Eight! The Kathleen O’Connor Show in primetime!

“...but what about the future? What happens when your generation takes over? What’s it going to look like when women that have grown up like you have all the power?”

To answer the TV show host’s question, the 18-year old Emily Meyer didn't hesitate. Her surprisingly rich voice became slightly more defiant as she leaned forward, as if she’d been waiting for the question to be over so she could keep talking.

“What do you mean, ‘what’s it gonna look like’? It’s gonna look awesome. Girls are already used to running everything, basically. We’re outgrowing guys - physically, emotionally, whatever. It’s natural now, y’know? We’re stronger. We’re better at things. We’re gonna rule the world. It’s not like we need to do anything special to make it happen. It’s happening already.”

Alongside her on stage, her mother - proud, smiling, but visibly nervous as she looked up at her daughter - felt a chill go down her spine…

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Fox Women - Channel 8 - Primetime with Andrea Tantaros

“We begin tonight with breaking news out of Central America, where the RFC, the female-led insurgency that had already toppled three national governments and taken control of Honduras, Guatemala and El Salvador, has expanded its control yet again. As of earlier today, RFC forces have officially seized Belize City making it the next capital to fall in what analysts are now calling ‘the most successful non-state revolution of the century’.”

The anchor - strong-jawed, in a sleeveless crimson blouse, her wide-shouldered frame framed by sleek, raven-black hair - turned to another camera, her expression: serious, reverent, electric.

“And in a bold maneuver that’s sending ripples through the region, RFC forces were confirmed crossing into Mexico late this afternoon, breaching the border at El Triunfo. Sources say that Mexican Army checkpoints were abandoned before contact. Reports are that not a single shot was fired. But first to Belize. We go now to Leah Sanchez, embedded with RFC units just north of Belize City. Leah, what can you tell us?"

The camera cut to a field correspondent, a young woman standing in a jungle clearing near a dark, dusty road. What appeared to be female soldiers moved in the background, many in mismatched military gear, some laughing, others carrying weapons across their shoulders. In contrast, several of the soldiers were in black riot gear and appeared shockingly enormous - tall and muscular. The correspondent, breathless but composed, spoke into her microphone over the howl of a brisk wind.

"Andrea, I’m standing just outside Orange Walk, where RFC operatives - some of them the enhanced, foreign female infantry we’ve seen elsewhere - have pushed through Belize’s National Guard with little resistance. In fact, we’ve been told that the local commander surrendered on sight.”

The feed cut briefly to shaky footage of a female commando helping herself to a tank’s controls while male guards lay prone on the ground below, cowed with hands over their heads as other women aimed rifles at them.

“Aside from the capital, the RFC has also seized key infrastructure across Belize: telecom, utilities, shipping and, we’re told, the state Ministry of Education. Reports continue to come in as to the fates of the major government officials but- ”

Briefly, the correspondent’s feed flickers into static, then returns. Picture-in-picture, the Anchor’s image appeared in the corner of the screen.

“So it sounds, Leah, as if Paulina Morales has just added Belize to the growing territory of the new Republic. Can you tell us, though, if you know anything more about what’s happening at the Mexican border?”

The foreign correspondent adjusted her earpiece and turned briefly as a huge, blond woman in black gear walked behind her with what appeared to be the crumpled body of a man in a military uniform slung over her shoulder. She turned back to the camera.

“Yes, Andrea, Mexico - that’s the real story tonight. El Triunfo on the southern border with Guatemala has been taken without violence by the RFC, whose forces crossed over into Mexico yesterday morning. Local women reportedly opened the gates and welcomed the troops - who were said to be led by Paulina Morales herself - with chants not for ‘freedom’ or ‘equality’ but rather ‘Mujeres al mando’ - ‘Women in charge’. RFC banners are now hanging from local government buildings, and sources tell us there’s a rally planned tomorrow just to the north in Tuxtla. Back to you, Andrea.”

The face of the energized, dark haired news anchor once again filled the camera’s view, the correspondent’s feed having dropped just as the dramatic graphic RFC EXPANDS NORTH – US RESPONSE UNCLEAR flashed onto the screen.

"Thank you, Leah. That was Leah Sanchez, embedded with the RFC along the Belizean corridor. Tonight, still no official word from the White House, but insiders say a statement from the outgoing administration may come as early as tomorrow morning. Later tonight, though, we’ll be talking with the Vice-President elect about the incoming administration’s response and asking if one has to wonder - with the RFC trending globally tonight - are we witnessing a regional revolution, or the beginning of something far bigger? For now though let’s go to M-"

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GBC - Channel 40 - Stinkers! Celebrity House of Trouble - Season 1, Episode 12

Spa music - slow, luxurious, full of flutes and trickling water - washed over the scene as the camera panned across the newly transformed living room of the Stinkers! house, now resembling a luxury day spa. Lush plants lined the walls, candles flickered everywhere and wisps of steam curled in the air. Draped over massage tables and reclining chaise lounges were the six remaining women of the cast, wrapped in silky white robes and matching slippers, each of them being tended to by the men. The visual contrast was stark: the women serene, glowing, resplendent - and the men? Sweaty, disheveled, and - that can’t be right, can it? - looking visibly smaller than they did last week.

A redhead, Adrienne Aleppo, lay like a queen in the center of it all, her all-but-comically hourglass frame relaxed, curves accentuated by the cut of her white robe, which barely contained the full swell of her obviously enhanced bustline. The camera settled on it for a good five seconds before panning down to her long, toned legs. They were stretched out in front of her, resting on the thighs of Charlie, who knelt dutifully, rubbing her calves under her direction. Her thick mane of scarlet hair was swept back, skin luminous, and her sunglasses caught the light just enough to obscure her eyes - though one got the distinct feeling that she was watching everything.

“Don’t forget the toes,” she said lightly, not looking at him. Her voice was calm, but commanding. Charlie - a professional baseball player for one team or another - nodded, like he’d been scolded before.

Off to the side, Gerry was massaging Brittany's shoulders with visible effort. Gerry was a racecar driver (twenty-two years old) and Brittany, a social media influencer known for her taste in handbags and Korean food, seemed to be enjoying the indulgent attention. Gerry seemed also to be constantly pushing up the sleeves of his hoodie as - to his frustration - they kept falling over his hands, the cuffs reaching halfway down his fingers. His jeans, once famously snug, sagged loosely around his hips. The camera caught him glancing at his reflection in the patio door…and frowning.

The episode briefly flashed back to last week’s ‘Balance Challenge’ - a montage of foam beams over the outside pool, trays of glasses, and flailing men. Charlie, despite being an athlete, had nearly eaten it on his second step, his sneakers slipping awkwardly. “Are these shoes getting bigger or…?” the camera caught him muttering, right before he awkwardly dumped his tray into the water below. Then Adrienne - captain of the girls’ team - was shown in slow-motion gliding across the beam. Her brief, floral skirt fluttered; her posture and balance had been flawless. She hadn’t spilled a drop. Her smirk, directed at the nearest camera, said everything.

Back in the present, Eric - notable mostly for his fame in several children’s shows - was at the kitchen blender, having taken the runway model Kenzie’s daiquiri order while ex-popstar Danny was on his knees, massaging her feet. Neither looked particularly dignified. When Danny stood up briefly to allow Kenzie to switch positions, it was apparent how much shorter he seemed than in earlier episodes - especially next to the lanky Kenzie, who stretched and yawned like a cat. She was clearly taller than him now, and not just by heels.

In a confessional cutaway piece to the camera, Gerry appeared sweaty, clearly flustered. “This is ridiculous,” he said, rubbing his neck. “We’re supposed to be competing. But there’s something wrong with me. The second Adrienne looks at me like that? I just…I do what she says.”

Then Adrienne’s own confessional: she removed her sunglasses slowly, eyes gleaming with sly amusement. “I don’t think I need to win immunity challenges anymore,” she purred, lips parted in a knowing smile, “I mean, I am for sure the alpha here. I own these people. Nobody’s gonna dare try to vote me out.” She paused, then, and considered herself. ”But I want to win them all anyway.”

The scene ended on a wide shot of the women in the spa lounge, lounging, glowing, laughing - the men scurrying about them clumsily and eagerly. Adrienne Aleppo raised a glass of cucumber water and clinked it lazily with Brittany, turning just slightly toward the camera with her starlet smile.

“What can I say?” she murmured, “I can’t help it if I’m everyone’s favori-”

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“Ugh. This woman. Joze - change the channel.”

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“No, not that.”

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“Not that either.”

“Omigod, Randi, do you want the remote??””

“Josie, please. Language.”

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”Wait stop here - I think I recognize that girl. How’s Squirt doing over there, Aub?”

“He’s fine. Still asleep.”

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Lifeline - Channel 33 - The Kathleen O’Connor Show

“Welcome back, everyone!” began the bespectacled Kathleen O’Connor, a toothy grin aimed at the camera as it zoomed in, “We’re here talking to mothers and daughters about something everyone is buzzing about - the newest report from the Department of Health and Human Services! Exciting, right??”

The studio audience, a packed crowd of women all dressed in pink, laughed, as did the six seated women on the stage behind the bouffant blonde. Ms. O’Connor was the longtime host of “The Kathleen O’Connor Show” and known for her brash style, stylish glasses and huge hoop earrings. The show had been a daytime staple for years, and had grown in popularity to the point where the Lifeline Channel (“Modern Programming for the Modern Woman”) now aired it in primetime once a week.

“Seriously, though, ladies - this is big stuff!” the blonde-maned host continued as the camera steadied on her just-attractive-enough-for-TV features, “Last week we here at the show were excited to show you a preview of Nexifem’s experimental technology - who doesn’t want to be able to shrink their husbands, am I right? But the days of shrink rays we can all use to keep our men well behaved are a bit down the road. What is happening, though, right here and right now, right under our very noses, is something that we all kinda suspected for a while - that our girls seem to be growing faster than our boys.”

Cheers, from the audience, and laughter from the host.

“That’s right, gals, it’s official! The report made headlines all across the world. While all us old ladies have been in the gym, lifting, putting on our high heels, putting on weight, embracing the new ideal of the larger female, our daughters have been quietly growing into a generation of women that are going to dwarf us and their dads and - lots of experts are saying - finally, truly make us the dominant sex And not just socially, or economically, or in education - we’ve been doing that for years already, right ladies? Getting smarter, richer, more well-positioned and well-connected than our husbands?”

More applause from the crowd.

“Well, the new study tells us that the new generation of young women is going to be the physically dominant gender, too. They’re growing up to be bigger, taller and stronger than we could ever dream to be with just our killer Louboutins and an extra day at the squat rack. In only a generation the average woman, if this keeps up, is going to be more than six feet tall. And the best part? Boys, at the same time, don’t seem to be eating enough or getting enough exercise. They’re not keeping up, and the study says they’re going to be the shortest generation of men since records have been kept. Just over five feet tall, if they’re lucky. Here in the States and, really, around the world, the height difference between men and women is not just going to reverse. That’s right. It’s going to grow. In our favor, ladies. Our daughters are going to be giants among midgets.”

Cheers, aggressive cheers. Predatory cheers. From a studio crowd of women. Women that had already been stirred to a fever pitch before the commercial break by the first four guests and the ebullience of their host. They listened raptly, though.

“It feels like something we’ve all been waiting for, doesn’t it? Something that should have happened long ago? Yes! Now, so, we at the show thought it was the perfect time to take a closer look at how the next generation of young women are growing - literally - into the new world. We’ve already met 14-year old Allie and her mom Bea, and then sixteen-year track star Fiona and her mom Aiko, who all gave us a great look into what it’s like growing up tall as a girl. Our last guests here with us tonight are Dr. Susan Meyer and her daughter, Emily, who at eighteen years old is a perfect example of the physical transformation happening in girls across the world, and what we can expect from our next generation of young women. Dr. Meyer is also a leading sociologist whose most recent book “The New Generation”  looks at shifts in gender dynamics among adolescents. It’ll be great to get her take on the new study. We also stole the title for the name of tonight’s episode. Sorry, Dr. Meyer!”

The crowd laughed as a thin, pretty blonde woman with long hair, seated with the others on the stage and perhaps in her early forties, waved off the apology in good humor.

“You saw Emily and her mom in action before the break - thanks for letting us use your GirlToob channel, Emily. That’s a great video from your birthday party - so fun! - and it’s too bad your older sister couldn’t join us. But now let’s meet Dr Meyer and Emily...”

The host’s light, just-polite-enough-for-TV tone was tinged by a noticeable gleam in her eye as she looked at Emily, sitting up straight, confidently beaming beside her mother. Emily’s presence suddenly radiated from the screens of the TV audience, her physique captured in an unapologetically flattering light. Her white, tight-fitting t-shirt strained across her heavy bust, while her womanly hips dominated a pair of well-fitted jeans. She was cute - well, beyond cute. She was stunning, with sunny-blonde hair a similar shade to her mom’s but cut to a mature chin-length bob. Her brown eyes sparkled with life as the camera zoomed in to her and she shifted her posture in response. It was as if she knew viewers wouldn’t be able to help but notice the disproportionate size of her chest and hips compared to her slender waist - a figure that once would have been almost too much for a teenage girl, but rather sculpted for statuesque female idols. But teens of today were not the teens of ten years ago. Emily was a teenager, yes - as were the shapely Allie and Fiona earlier, each with curves that could put many grown women to shame. Emily, though, was by now no doubt a grown woman already. Very, very grown.

“Now, Emily,” the host continued, grinning with a barely concealed look of admiration and the unspoken knowledge that her viewers were going to just eat Emily up, “you’re what I think a lot of people would call the poster child for this new generation, right? At - well, tell us yourself - how tall are you, Emily?"

The beautiful young blonde, being addressed on camera for the first time, sat up straighter, pushed forward her impressive bust. “I’m 6’1,” Emily answered, in a voice deeper and more sultry than one might have expected from a girl still in high school.

“Six-one, wow, I’m jealous!” the TV host laughed, “You’re already taller than lots of adult men and, probably, almost all the boys in your school right?”

“Oh, yeah, for sure,” Emily grinned. The camera hadn’t left her, loving the brightness of her smile, the way she was already basking in its attention. “I don’t think there’s one boy even close to six feet. And, like, my friends and me? We’re still growing.” 

“Wow. Still growing? And already taller than the boys? Emily, how does that feel? Hm? For me, for women your mother’s age, my age, that would be strange. We were used to be smaller than the boys, when we were in school.”

Sensing the eyes of the TV audience on her - and mostly her torso - Emily gave a lazy smirk and sat straighter, tossing a playful glance at her mother. “Well, yeah. I mean, but what’s the big deal, right? It doesn’t feel strange. It’s just…normal. Like, I’m not even thinking about it that hard. I’ve pretty much always been taller than the guys in my class, so have my friends. So yeah, I guess it’s a thing now, but whatever. Girls? We’re just growing into what we were meant to be. You know, bigger, stronger and, like, smarter than any of the guys. That’s just the way it is now.”

Emily was obviously feeling the camera linger on her as she leaned back into her padded chair, almost lounging, her posture becoming relaxed and more arrogantly comfortable in her own skin. Her body was undeniably breathtaking in its proportions - her bust pushed outward so much that the camera might as well have been focused solely on it. In fact, the host’s eyes themselves drifted for a moment before she regained herself, turning to Emily’s mother.

“Dr. Meyer, let’s hear from you,” Kathleen O’Connor addressed the well-outfitted, older blonde. This woman, Emily’s mother, was likely a stunner in her younger years and in fact was still gorgeous in a much thinner, more precise way. Her pantsuit hovered somewhere between fashionable, professional and mom-ish, and in its white seemed chosen to match her daughter. “Can you tell us a little bit about how it feels to raise a daughter like Emily? You’ve brought her up in a world that is - you’ve written about it in your book - clearly shifting, where not only are girls still outperforming boys in class, in academics, but outgrowing them now in strength, size, and stature. Six-one among young women like Emily is going to become the new normal. How does that impact you, both as a mother and a professional?”

Dr. Meyer, still poised but with a touch of nervousness in her eyes, adjusted her posture. Her expression was a mix of pride - both for her daughter and her gender - and something more complicated, almost like concern. “Honestly, it’s great to see. Like Emily said-” At this point, she glanced at her daughter and the two shared a warm look. “It’s like this new generation of young women is growing into what we were raising them to be. We wanted them strong. We wanted them ready to take on the challenges of the future. But, as a mom, it can be a bit...overwhelming at times. I’m proud of her, don’t get me wrong. But it’s a bit surreal watching my daughter - and her friends, and girls across the world - grow into something that’s just so physically strong. I mean, part of me still sees the little toddler in pigtails and a Dora shirt. We didn’t see this coming when she was younger. I didn’t expect her to shoot up like this and pass me by in height at 14 - her dad’s not tall, either. But... here we are.”

“Yes, here we are,” the host agreed. Then she cocked her head, ready with a follow-up question. “You said your husband isn’t tall. Emily…” The host turned to the teen, as did the camera. “How tall is your dad?”

That made Emily smile again, as did the camera. “My dad? He’s sooo much shorter than me, he’s like five-nine. The same height as Shannon.”

“Your older sister, right?”

“Shannon’s four years older than Emily,” Dr Meyer offered, “We thought she was tall, for the family, but then came Emily…”

Visibly, Emily beamed again.

“And how tall are you, Dr. Susan?” the host asked, one eyebrow cocking.

Susan Meyer smiled, but an underlying uncertainty tinged her voice as she added, “None of the women in my family are particularly tall. I’m about 5’6”. We could have never imagined that Emily’d end up being this... ” The camera shifted to Dr. Meyer’s eyes as they roamed up her daughter’s frankly magnificent body, her expression somewhat wistful as she tried to cover the real feeling bubbling inside her. “You can imagine the contrast when we stand next to each other.”

“Could we, maybe, see that?” the TV host asked, seeing the opportunity for a great clip for the highlight reel. Her voice was light but pointed, and she stood up from her own chair. “Would you two mind indulging us for a moment and stand up so we could see you, back-to-back?”

Emily, who had become somewhat aloof, flashed a smirk, sensing the moment changing suddenly into something less like an interview and more like a show-off session. She glanced at her mother, and began to stand. She flashed a confident grin at the camera when she got to her full height and straightened, twisting her torso to give it the perfect angle. 

“There you go. Now, Susan, please. Let’s see just how much of a difference there is between the two of you.”

Dr. Meyer hesitated briefly, but stood as well, her movements and smile a little more cautious, as if aware of the attention they were about to get.

“Okay now stand back to back for the cameras and our viewers...”

The audience buzzed with curiosity, some of them shifting in their seats, clearly intrigued by the idea of comparing the mother and daughter. Kathleen O'Connor beamed playfully as she stepped back and let the camera people do their job.  “Let’s get a look at this difference, shall we?”

As the camera zoomed in, the two women positioned themselves, standing back-to-back, their bodies creating a sharp contrast. The dramatic difference in their heights was immediately apparent - Emily, standing tall at over six feet, towered over her mother, whose thin, 5’6” frame seemed suddenly delicate beside her daughter’s imposing presence.

Kathleen O'Connor flavored her voice with just the right amount of awe and surprise. “Look at this, viewers. Emily, you’re practically a full head taller than your mom, and the difference is even more striking when you take in the, well…other details.”

The camera had already begun to pan down slowly to capture the silhouettes of the two pretty blonde women, mother and daughter. Dr. Meyer’s modest, professional outfit - a tailored pantsuit - emphasized her slender frame. The outfit hugged her waist but draped more loosely around her hips, creating a modest look, both maternal and professional. In contrast, Emily’s tight, high-waisted jeans and white tee clung to her body and left little to the imagination. The t-shirt stretched tight over her bust, which was undeniably large, pushing against the fabric in a shelf-like display. In an indulgent gift to the primetime audience, the camera zoomed in briefly to emphasize the dramatic curvature of the teen’s breasts, which stood proudly out from her body, paired with a big, round, firm behind that filled her jeans with equal boldness.

Emily couldn't help but let out a small, victorious laugh as she glanced over her shoulder at her mom’s more conservative figure. She was obviously aware of where the camera was focused (on her, on her boobs, on her butt) and how she must look to all the people watching, their tv screens filled with her unapologetic curves. 

“Wow, well, we can see the difference,” the host chuckled again, clearly relishing the moment. “I mean, no offense Dr. Susan, but let’s be real…Emily is a lot of woman now.”

Emily’s smile was immense. 

Dr. Meyer smiled also but laughed nervously, trying to keep her composure. There was a slight blush on her cheeks as she awkwardly shifted, clearly aware of how her daughter’s physicality was now dominating her. A careful viewer might see something else, something approaching and awed excitement.

“Is this what they call ‘height-mogging’?” Kathleen O’Connor asked, causing Emily to laugh again and send jiggles through her generous curves. 

The camera lingered on the back-to-back comparison, showcasing how much taller Emily Meyer was than her now obviously blushing mother, her shoulders broad, her figure unapologetically full. The lines of Emily’s silhouette created an hourglass shape that was impossible to ignore - the fullness of her chest and the curve of her hips adding to her undeniable physical presence.

Kathleen O'Connor, looking impressed, turned toward the studio audience. “And there it is, folks. The New Generation. It’s hard not to notice the impressive, well, size difference between mother and daughter - and not just in height. Emily, I think we’re all beginning to see what the future holds with this new generation of women.”

Emily stood up straighter now, puffing her chest out a little more, letting her proud, self-assured grin stretch wider. Her posture radiated confidence, almost to the point of arrogance, and she looked back down at her mother and the host with a satisfied glint in her eyes.

“Dr. Susan,” the host - a skilled interviewer, and sensitive to the change in energy onstage - asked, “Anything to say?”

With a new spark of fervor in her eyes - a spark which didn’t seem 100% academic - Susan Meyer looked at the ultra-coiffed blonde woman with her big hoop earrings. “It is becoming the new standard, girls as big as Emily,” she said. She saw how her daughter, meanwhile, had glanced at the camera again, letting its gaze linger on her figure. “We’ve seen it happening for a few years now, predicted it, as this cohort of girls has been developing. But now it’s becoming reality.”

“And you’ve been studying this reality pretty in-depth, haven’t you, Dr. Sue?” the interviewer continued, “I hear that you and Emily attended a party for moms and daughters recently? We saw some clips online…”

“Yes right,” Susan Meyer answered, clearly a bit animated, “That was an event in Minneapolis celebrating mothers and daughters, celebrating their new womanhood. I went to do some researc-”

“We got to decorate our own t-shirts!” Emily interjected, “And ones for our moms!”

“The girls had a good time, and the mothers-”

“The moms were so <BLEEP>ing small compared to us!” Emily crowed, “And not just shorter! But, like, boobs!”

The host smiled, but an undertone of nervousness now crept into her expression, as though she were still trying to figure out how much of this was acceptable, and how much was just... too much. Glancing at her notes and then back at the camera, she continued.

“We’ll play that clip online for our viewers,” Kathleen O'Connor offered. She’d seemed a bit surprised by Emily’s cocky confidence, but stayed calm and let the girl smile at and obviously pose for the camera again. Whatever, she couldn’t help but think, deciding to throw caution to the wind as she watched the towering girl pull back her shoulders, jutting out her impressive chest, This is going to be good TV. Her viewers were likely to have just gone bug-eyed, though, and she knew the moment couldn’t go unacknowledged. “Wow, Emily. What a…commanding presence you’ve got.”

“Yeah, Mom’s the short one now, and I’m not done growing yet,” Emily answered, but was stopped by the host:

“I’m actually, well, not talking about your height.” The normally unflappable host nodded, her gaze lingering on Emily’s chest as if trying to absorb the full weight of her. “You mentioned, well, ‘boobs’, and when we talk about the physical transformation girls are going through, the accelerated development, Emily, we can’t ignore... well, all this.” At that she gestured to Emily’s figure with an open hand. “You’re certainly not just taller, but...you’ve definitely become very voluptuous - in a way that's probably right now getting a lot of attention from our viewers.”

Emily’s smug grin became a giggle, but then only widened as she pushed her chest out even more, her pride unabashed and fully on display. “Oh, totally. I mean, it’s not like I’m just growing taller. I’ve got everything getting bigger, you know?” With that, she pushed out her huge round bottom, bumping her more slightly-built mother and nearly knocking her off her feet. That got another giggle from Emily, a laugh from the audience, and even a respectful - if nervous - chuckle from Susan Meyer herself. “And honestly, it’s not even just my boobs and butt - though, yeah, those are pretty awesome, right? My body’s just..bigger. Changing, like everyone’s body is. Bigger, stronger. And, I mean, I’m not complaining.”

Now it was the host’s turn to chuckle, glancing at the audience. “And with all these ‘changes’ - particularly those ones in your t-shirt, how’s it been for you at school? I imagine it’s different from what your mom went through growing up.”

Emily laughed again when she shrugged, acting almost bored with the question. She’d turned towards the camera now, no longer back-to-back with her mother. “School’s fine. The boys now, these past couple years - they look at me like I’m some kind of, I dunno, goddess. It doesn’t help that so many of them are so short, I guess. But even the teachers, the guy ones. I’m taller than a lot of them now and, well, they can’t stop staring at my chest either, sometimes. It’s funny. And it’s like that with lots of my friends, too. But we girls? We get it. We’re getting the upper hand now, and this-”

She glanced down at her own chest.

“- is just part of it.” She brushed a mote of something from her overgrown bosom, and the undercurrent was clear: They don’t stand a chance. Her tone was so dismissive, as if the concept of male competition was laughable. She casually flicked a piece of hair behind her ear, her grown-up bob framing her face, emphasizing her boldness and confidence as she looked back at the camera.  She gave a slight smirk as if it was all so easy, as though the idea of men challenging her generation didn’t even register as a real concern.

At this point, Dr Meyer, nodding along with her daughter, decided to speak. “It has been documented, this growing obsession with the female breast among males of all ages, this fixation on large breasts,” she said, once again sounding like the professional sociologist, “and we’ll have to see how this generation of girls is going to use that to their advantage. Especially now that it seems like this cohort’s average bust size is significantly larger than previous generations.”

“I’ve heard that, too,” said Kathleen O’Connor, “and we’ll actually be looking into that in a show next week - how the cup sizes of women worldwide are on the rise, and what the fashion industry is doing about it.”

The camera, meanwhile, was still focused on Emily Meyer’s big breasts. She was now unabashedly looking right at it, slowly rotating at the torso to give it all the best angles. Emily was clearly bought into the theme of the show and the mostly unspoken subject at hand: the changing physical landscape of society, where young women are growing taller, stronger, and gaining dominance over men.

“So, I have to ask, Mom,” the host continued, “this new generation seems pretty, uh, well-equipped to take on the future. Is there anything you think we have to be concerned about?”

That question made Susan Meyer pause, and she looked up at her daughter who seemed indifferent to the issue. She tried to manage a small smile, still clearly proud but also a little unsettled by how casually Emily was speaking about the frankly seismic shifts that were happening in the world. “It’s certainly a new dynamic we’re witnessing, and one that will have a profound impact on society, both socially and politically. The shift in physicality in girls like Emily and the boys of their cohort, the increasing confidence and power of the female generation, it’s, well…it’s hard to ignore. We all just have to hope that they’ll take the guidance of our generation and help lead the world as it changes. Responsibly.”

At that, Emily - looking away from the camera and back down at her shorter mother, chuckled, her laugh that of a grown woman, deep and rich. When she spoke, her voice was a little softer now, but still laced with pride. “I mean, we can’t help it, Mom. We’re just built differently.”

“That’s for sure, honey,” her mom beamed up at her, with an unmistakable wryness to her tone.

“You’ve done a great job raising me,” Emily continued, a new thoughtfulness in her own voice, “But honestly? It’s not even about that anymore. Soon it’s going to be about us - my generation. Girls like me? We’re going to be taking over eventually.”

Kathleen looked at Emily, a little taken aback,and felt many in the audience shift uncomfortably. Emily, grinning even wider now, continued speaking.

“You guys don’t have to worry about that. We got it handled. Honestly, I don’t know what the big deal is. We don’t need to explain it. Just try not to get in our way, okay?” Her voice was so casual, so dismissive of the old, patriarchal paradigms that it became suddenly eerie. She wasn’t angry, just completely sure of herself and her generation, and everything about her told the viewer that she was perfectly comfortable with the coming New Order. Her mother looked at her, proud but still a bit unsure of where this boldness would lead. It was clear, though, that Emily isn’t worried

“It certainly seems like your generation is gearing up to take over, Emily,” the host added, as the camera went to her. Softly, canned music began to swell in the background, behind her. “And you girls have a new standard to set. We can only imagine the ripple effect this will all have on the coming years - in schools, in careers, in households. On the very fabric of society.”

Emily Meyer did seem phased by this, her posture relaxed, as if what the TV host was saying was just plain obvious.

The music grew a bit louder. The host knew she had to wrap up, acknowledging the tension and excitement in the room. The future was coming, and it was coming fast. Emily’s generation was growing, and the question remained: what will the future look like for the men of the world?

“That, though, is all the time we have for tonight’s episode,” Kathleen O'Connor finally spoke up, voice rising to amplify itself over the closing theme and addressing the audience, all as the camera pulled back to capture the full contrast between Emily and her mother,  Allie and Bea, Fiona and Aiko. She was now clearly reading from a cue card. “I’d like to thank all our guests and of course our main sponsors for tonight, Nexifem and Envy Intimates. We’ve heard from young women on the cusp of changing the world, standing proudly taller and stronger than their mothers” The camera panned over the assembled girls and women, daughters taller than mothers and the show’s host, with Emily’s confident stance taking center stage. “Our legacy, and the new world, is soon going to be in their hands. Thank you all for joining us, and have a good night.

The music swelled as the credits began to roll across the video feed, the seven females onstage chatting amiably now for the cameras. Invariably the camera would find itself on Emily again, taking every last chance it had to gift the show’s viewers with her pneumatic torso. And, her smiling face. She was, as before, almost preternaturally aware of the camera’s eye. She looked into the camera, gave the audience a wink, and turned back to chat with the ladies… 

========================to be continued========================

thank you to Smallfoot93 for Emily and mom - and the video, as well as BigMommies for the Kathleen O'Connor image. Also to Wachsende for Paulina Morales and the RFC. All used with permission.