DR. HOOTERS - Part IV
by Servax
And the Gods Made Love....


Jill paused to give Brenda's request some thought.  She  had  in-
jected Brendon with the same hormone she had used on herself.  It
should produce the same effects; mental  stimulation  leading  to
breast  growth.   She  wrote an equation on a sheet of paper, and
passed it to Brenda, who was absent-mindedly  stroking  his  huge
breasts.   "Brenda, dear", Jill cooed, "see if you can solve this
equation for me."
 
Brenda giggled.  "Oh Jill, that's way too  hard.   I  just  don't
seem to be able to concentrate on that sort of thing any more."
 
Jill tried another equation, then another, then another, progres-
sively  simpler.  Brenda just sat on the edge of the bed and gig-
gled, his  impressive  breasts  shaking  and  jiggling  with  his
laughter.   It was useless.  When Jill had  injected herself with
the hormone, her body changed into that of a big-breasted  blonde
bimbo,  but  had  increased  her brain power a hundred-fold.  The
same  hormone had changed Brendon from a reasonably capable  Phy-
sics  grad  student  into,  well, a beautiful big-breasted blonde
fuck-bunny, without a thought in his pretty head.
 
It had to have something to  do  with  his  male  hormones,  Jill
thought,  and she  pondered the variables in her head, her power-
ful intellect reviewing possible interactions.  She was  lost  in
thought  until she was forced back to reality by the sensation of
something slapping her in the face.
 
Jill was astounded!  When she switched to  this  male  body,  she
forgot  to "turn off" the action of the hormone, and her dick had
grown to gigantic proportions under the stimulus  of  her  mental
activity.  Although she was seated on the edge of the bed next to
Brenda, her dick came up to eye level.  The head  was  about  the
size  of a small orange, and the shaft was thicker than she could
encompass with one hand, although she could comfortably  encircle
it with both.
 
Brenda was delighted.  He burst into laughter, tossing  his  long
blonde  hair  and  shaking his big tits.  "I asked you to make me
bigger, Jill, not yourself." Jill stood up, and grabbed her  huge
derrick-like  prong  with  both hands, and  rejoiced.  She under-
stood now why men admired and envied other men with large  dicks.
SHe felt eminently powerful, unstoppable, potent beyond her wild-
est imaginations.  Her softball-sized testicles hung  halfway  to
her  knees,  and she couldn't believe how insistent her huge dick
was, how it was screaming for more sex, even though she and Bren-
da  had  just finished over three hours of exhausting love-making
the night before.
 
Brenda was blushing with desire all the way to the points of  his
enormous  breasts.   He  lay back on the bed, whimpering to Jill.
"I've never seen a dick like yours, Jill.  You're more of  a  man
now than anyone I ever met.  Take me with that huge cock, Jill."
 
Jill turned to face Brenda.  Even though she was standing at  the
foot  of the bed, and Brenda was reclining against the headboard,
the head of her monstrous dick hovered only a  foot  or  so  away
from  Brenda's  flushed face.  Jill roared like a bull.  "Look at
this cock!", she bellowed, "IUd split you in  two  like  a  roast
chicken!"
 
 Brenda smiled slyly, grabbed a  jar  of  facial  cream  off  the
nightstand,  and  began to rub it all over his sixty-three inches
of tit flesh.  It took the  better part of the jar to  cover  his
mammoth  mounds, but when he was finished,  he took a dab of what
remained and patted it onto the  head  of  Jill's  mighty   cock.
Jill  felt  a  tremor  of desire run from the tip of her engorged
glans,  down the length of her shaft, and into the  swaying  sack
of her swollen testicles.  She howled with the need to plunge her
brontosaurian dick deep  into Brenda, regardless of the effect it
might have on him.
 
"Fuck my giant tits, Jill", implored Brenda, "Maybe  you're  more
of  a  man  than  I ever was, but by God, I'm more woman now than
anyone, and I can take you easily between my big tits."  As if to
make his point, Brenda hoisted his huge breasts towards the ceil-
ing in invitation.  Jill crawled  onto  the  bed,  and   gingerly
lowered her ponderous dong into the canyon between Brenda's tits.
She sighed with satisfaction to see that Brenda, indeed, was wom-
an  enough  now  to satisfy her.  Brenda's meaty mams gripped the
head and about a third of her shaft in a  warm,  fleshy  embrace,
and  as Jill began to pump with her enormous dick, Brenda pressed
his breasts together to maintain a delicious pressure on it.
 
And so the giants made love.  Jill was almost beside herself with
the  ecstatic  sensations  running  up  and down the shaft of her
now-enormous prong, and from  the moans  and  gasps  coming  from
Brenda's  sweet little mouth, he was enjoying it as well.  Jill's
orgasm came like the  tide,  beginning  in  her  tormented  head,
shuddering  its  way down the long expanse of her shaft, and ter-
minating in the aching sack of her scrotum.   She  began  tossing
cum all over Brenda's hair and  face.  Cum? She shouldn't be mak-
ing cum, she thought.  She looked  over  the   fleshy  mounds  of
Brenda's  huge  breasts at the tip of her great dick, still spit-
ting cum all over Brenda's face, neck, the pillows  of  the  bed,
the wall behind them.
 
Jill didn't stop cumming for about five minutes.  By  that  time,
Brenda  was fairly buried, but he was howling in a thundering or-
gasm himself.   He grabbed his nipples,  now  about  four  inches
long  and  red  as  beets, and squeezed them roughly.  After Jill
finished cumming, she rolled over to her  side  of  the  bed  and
watched Brenda convulse in the last throes of his massive orgasm.
 
Odd, she thought, a cigarette would be really good right now.
 
Jill then saw that her cum wasn't  like  ordinary  cum.   It  was
lighter  in  color and more consistent, not runny like men's cum.
Brenda lifted a  dainty  finger   and  put  some  in  her  mouth.
"Mmmm!", he declared, "If all cum tasted this good, I'd be a con-
firmed cocksucker from here  on  out!"   Brenda  began  devouring
Jill's  cum  off  his body, off the sheets, and wherever he could
find it.
 
It suddenly dawned on Jill that her cum was  most  probably  com-
posed  of  the  same  hormone  which  had  triggered both her amd
Brendon's transformations.  How much of it had Brenda consumed by
now?   A  pint?  A quart? More?  Jill watched, but didn't see any
drastic change coming over Brenda  right  then.   Indeed,  Brenda
started  yawning,  cuddled  up  into Jill's lap, and fell quickly
into a deep and contented slumber.  When Jill's erection  finally
subsided,  she concentrated, reduced her cock to manageable size,
dressed, and left.
 
Over the next few days, Jill found that, although she almost lim-
itless  control  over the shape of her body, when left to herself
she fell into one of three shapes; her own normal form,  that  of
the  Blonde  Bombshell,  and  that  of the Stud who had delighted
Brenda so.  Jill as herself seemed immune to the working  of  the
hormone,  so  that  she chose to do most of her heavy thinking in
her old form.
 
The Bombshell and the Stud were sensitive to mental activity, and
Jill  had  toconsciously counteract the working of the hormone if
her boobs or her dick were not to  swell  to  outlandish  propor-
tions.   As  the  Bombshell,  Jill  found  it  easier  to pick up
thoughts and sensations from other minds, but the  Bombshell  was
extremely responsive sexually, and Jill found out that the sexual
maintenance of her new body took a lot of her time.  Fortunately,
with   hermodel  looks  and  seventy-two  inch  breasts,  finding
partners was no great problem
 
The Stud was more useful for imposing her will  on  other  minds,
but  he  too required a great deal of sexual upkeep, and Jill had
to work hard to keep his dick from  getting  so  large  that  his
partners  became terrified.  However, droves of women and gay men
found the Stud irresistible, and Jill never  lacked  for  action,
even  though as the Stud, she sometimes required sex four or five
times a day.
 
Over the next few weeks, Jill experimented with her  new  powers.
At  the  lab,  she continued as her old self, but even Julie, who
tormented her continually before with  her  arrogant  display  of
breastworks,  had to admit that her formerly mousey colleague was
far more assured than ever before.  Jill bit her lip and was  pa-
tient. She had all the time in the world to plan Janet's payback.
 
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