DR. HOOTERS - Part II

Bursting the Bonds


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    A knock at her office door interrupted brought  her  back  to 
the  present  quickly.  It was the weekend secretary, Mary.  "You 
OK, Jill?" 
 
    'She must have heard me  yelling  my  fool  head  off,'  Jill 
thought.   "Yeah,  Mary,  I'm  OK;  just got a scare, that's all. 
Thanks for checking." 
 
    Jill could sense Mary's indecision; there had been a  lot  of 
noise for someone who was just spooked.  Finally Mary said, "OK," 
and headed back to her desk. 
 
    That crisis narrowly averted, Jill quickly decided  upon  her 
immediate course of action, so as not to have too much additional 
growth for the time being.  First and foremost, she needed to get 
home, where she wouldn't be discovered like this.  To do that she 
needed her breasts to shrink at leastsomewhat so that  she  could 
drive,  and  the cover of night.  She also needed to take care of 
Brendon and the briefings somehow; she couldn't  afford  to  give 
thought  to those problems yet, but would have to have the things 
she needed at home where she could work on them. 
 
    Now, how to avoid complex thoughts.   She  considered  sleep, 
but  realized  that  even  the  brain  activity of sleep might be 
enough to trigger additional breast growth; it wasn't worth risk- 
ing  in any case.  The proper solution came to her quickly; there 
was a little black and white TV in the corner of the  lab,  which 
the technician had kindly connected to cable for Jill.  While her 
favorite was out, a shopping channel should do the trick. 
 
    Quickly choosing and collection the things she'd  need,  Jill 
was  at  the  TV less than 5 minutes after she'd begun working on 
the problem.  She was relieved to know that she hadn't grown much 
more while preparing; apparently this problem was straightforward 
enough that it hadn't required much brain activity. 
 
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    Watching the shopping networks had been truly awful, particu- 
larly  when  Jill knew how much she could be doing.  And watching 
her breasts deflate was much like waiting for water to  boil;  it 
seemed it never be done. 
 
    But, finally, about 10PM she decided it was.  She  still  had 
very  large breasts - roughly 44DD - and certainly wasn't a stick 
in other ways right now, but at least she could drive  home  now. 
Collecting  her  things,  Jill  sneaked out a little-used, little 
known exit, and made her way quickly to her  car,  the  last  one 
left  in  the lot.  A harrowing 7 minute drive, along back roads, 
brought her safely home with no more than one  or  two  onlookers 
getting  a  free peepshow.  Jill found that she enjoyed the open- 
jawed, dumbfounded expression on the one man she'd  seen.   Maybe 
this did have some advantages after all. 
 
    Thankful for her attached garage and garage door opener, Jill 
walked  into  her house.  Going through the darkened family room, 
she caught a sight of herself in the  mirror  and  gasped.   'I'm 
gorgeous!' she thought, in spite of herself.  Even having come to 
hate the blonde, buxom, 'n braindead look, Jill couldn't help but 
admire herself in the mirror.  Her face looked so much softer and 
prettier, and her blonde hair  complemented  her  body  extremely 
well.  A bit excited now, Jill hurried up to her room. 
 
    Removing what remained of her  dress,  plus  her  slip,  pan- 
tyhose, and shoes, Jill looked at herself in the full length mir- 
ror on the wall.  She certainly wasn't  a  stick  anymore;  every 
part  of  her  body  seemed to have been molded to just the right 
shape.  She was astounded by the large breasts she  now  sported; 
somehow  even  with  all  they  had been through, they were still 
beautiful, almost magically, without a hint of the stretch  marks 
she fully expected to see somewhere. 
 
    'Oh well, first things first,' Jill thought.  She headed into 
her  bathroom,  really looking forward to a shower.  As she began 
to soap up, however, other thoughts entered her  head.   She  was 
getting  turned on; even the lightest touch on her nipples or the 
inside of her thighs was  turning  up  the  heat  rapidly.   Jill 
quickly  rinsed  herself and headed to bed.  Not knowing what she 
would need to do the next day, Jill decided to allow herself just 
three  hours of sleep in hope of keeping her sleeping thoughts to 
a minimum.  After setting her alarm clock  and  turning  off  the 
light  beside  her bed, Jill tried to get to sleep but found her- 
self drawn toward her own body. 
 
    Figuring that masturbation could only help her get to  sleep, 
Jill  began  playing with herself, one hand tugging at her nipple 
while another massage her clit.  She was amazed  at  how  quickly 
she  was becoming excited; normally it would take a lot more than 
this to really heat her up.  Less than a minute after  she'd  be- 
gun,  Jill came; it didn't take much longer for her to come twice 
more.  Amazed at how responsive her body had been,  Jill  drifted 
off to sleep. 
 
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    At 2AM,  to  the  sound  of  her  alarm  clock,  Jill  awoke. 
Surprisingly refreshed, she got down to business. 
 
    First, she needed to see  where  her  bustline  was  starting 
from.   She  would need to do a lot of thinking today, and wanted 
to know exactly what affect it would have.  Finding a tape  meas- 
ure,  she discovered her breasts were now 45 inches around.  They 
seemed to be about the same size as they had been when  she  went 
to sleep. 
 
    Gathering her things together, Jill decided to go back to her 
bedroom  to  think.  If she was going to grow, she could at least 
be comfortable doing it.  Sitting up, with her back  against  the 
headboard,  Jill  started a stopwatch and began to ponder her two 
remaining immediate problems. 
 
    First,  she  decided,  were  the  briefings.   She  certainly 
couldn't  do them as is; she would never be taken seriously.  And 
there was no one else who knew the material who could be sent  in 
her  place;  even  if  there  was, it would be detrimental to her 
career.  Jill felt the tingling in her  breasts  starting  again, 
but ignored it. 
 
    What if she cloned herself?  Whereas a day ago she would have 
dismissed  the  idea  out  of  hand, now she felt able to give it 
serious consideration.  Without a thought as  to  the  effect  it 
would  have  upon her body, Jill found herself determining how to 
create a clone, how to artificially age it in the time available, 
and  even  how to ensure that the genetic material she used would 
not be tainted by the hormones she  had  injected  herself  with. 
Then she realized that even she was stumped by the problem of how 
to transfer her memories to her clone; she thought she might have 
a  solution to the problem, but not one that could be implemented 
in one month not to mention one day.     "Shit!"   Jill  hit  the 
stopwatch  and  looked  at it - all the work she'd done mentally, 
work that would have required a millennia of man-hours,  she  had 
completed in just two minutes. 
 
    As she looked down at her body, however, she  saw  just  what 
two  minutes  meant  to her now.  Her boobs reached down past her 
knees on her outstretched legs.  Her tape measure no longer quite 
did the job, but as near as she could determine her tits were now 
85 inches around.  Idly she wondered what  cup  size  that  would 
make her; about a ZZ or so, if such a thing existed. 
 
    "So my breasts are growing about 20 inches  a  minute,"  Jill 
noted.  "God, I hope I don't hit any more dead ends." 
 
    Just to be sure, Jill stood up slowly an checked the rest  of 
her body in the mirror.  It seemed that the only other change had 
been in her hair; while still a beautiful blonde, it was signifi- 
cantly  longer,  falling  past her shoulders now.  What surprised 
Jill, though, was how sexy she still looked to herself, even with 
her  tits hanging down past her belly button.  She almost gave in 
and played with herself again, but decided that work came first. 
 
    'OK, then, a clone won't work,' Jill thought,  scribbling  on 
her  notepad as she settled back onto her bed.  'What about a fix 
to the hormones?'  The tingling was back; it  had  become  almost 
familiar and pleasurable, now.  Scribbled furiously, Jill found a 
solution.  Not the one she had been looking  for,  but  one  that 
would work nonetheless.  Working quickly, her breasts swelling to 
such proportions as to get in her way even just  sitting  as  she 
was, she mixed the potion.  "Well, bottom's up!"  Jill downed the 
solution, and looked down at herself. 
 
    Her boobs  were  incredibly  huge  now.   Each  tit  probably 
weighed more than the rest of Jill, stretching out past her feet. 
Using the tape measure for the one measurement  she  could  still 
take,  Jill  discovered that her breasts were now a mind boggling 
40 inches in circumference.  She thought about what her  measure- 
ments  might  be - maybe  150-23-37 - and laughed.  Time to prove 
out her potion now, though. 
 
    Closing her eyes, Jill imagined herself as she had  been  two 
days  before - "The Stick".  Opening her eyes, she discovered ex- 
actly what she expected to see - her old body.  Quickly solving a 
mathematical problem which had been vexing her convinced her that 
things were working correctly now - the hormones  her  body  pro- 
duced  were stored rather than sent into her bloodstream, leaving 
her plain ol' Jill. 
 
    Somehow, she wasn't completely happy about the  her  victory, 
though.  She might still despise brainless blonde bimbos, but be- 
ing a genius blonde bombshell had been kind of fun.  Closing  her 
eyes again, she concentrated on how she had looked when she exam- 
ined herself the night before -  "The  Bombshell".   Opening  her 
eyes, she was pleased to see that her potion had worked properly; 
she looked once again as she had the night before. 
 
    "OK, that's one problem down, one to  go.   Now  what  to  do 
about  Brendon...,"  Jill mused.  Very quickly an evil thought of 
revenge came upon her.  Transforming herself back into the Stick, 
so  that she would have some clothes that would fit, Jill slipped 
herself into a tight outfit she thought perfect for the opportun- 
ity, collected her things, and headed back to work. 
 
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