DR. HOOTERS - Part IX
by Servax
Busting Out All Over

Blair  brought up the subject as soon as their grandmother closed
the door behind them that night.

"Amanda", she whispered.  "You want to have bigger tits, too?"

"Yeah!", whispered Amanda.   "I want 'em to get real big!"

"I want to have a boy touch them this time, though",  Blair  con-
tinued.  "Who's to know if they don't get bigger if a boy touches
them or   if a girl touches them?"

Amanda was busy rubbing her own breasts.  "Mine  kinda  hurt  al-
ready,  Blair,  like  they  were  getting ready to get bigger al-
ready."

Blair noticed an odd tingling in her own breasts.  She  whispered
back to her sister.  "Yeah.  I know what you mean!"

Blair and Amanda mead a pact then that they would get felt up the
next day, by a boy if possible, and by a girl if  not,  but  that
they  would  definitely  get felt up.  They both fell asleep with
incredible sensations of tingling in the chests,  but  awoke  re-
freshed and ready to put their plans into action.

The sisters usually dressed themselves for school, as their moth-
er and grandmother liked to sleep late.  Today, Blair snuck  into
their  mother's  room,  and,  assuring  herself that her mother's
breathing   was slow and steady,  reached  into  her  closet  and
pulled out two of their mom's outfits and dashed for the bedroom.

Luckily, they were just what Blair and Amanda needed.  Blair  got
a tight, scoop-neck T-shirt that curved just over the tops of her
breasts,   showing a hint of cleavage.  She put the shirt on bra-
less,  noting with pride   how her tiny nipples poked through the
fabric.  Then she put on her tightest jeans, and brushed her hair
back.  She looked at herself in the mirror.

"You  look  like a high-school girl, Blair!", shouted Amanda.  It
was   true. With her curves  and  her  fresh  good  looks,  Blair
looked  about  six    years  older than she was, and a feeling of
warm pride began to seep into   her.

Amanda wore a top that her mother wore at times when there was  a
special guy she wanted to interest.  It was a bare midriff blouse
that buttoned across the chest twice.  Amanda left the top button
unbuttoned,  leaving  only  the  bottom  to  cover her precocious
chest.  She also went braless,    and  her  dark  nipples  showed
through  the  light  and  flimsy  fabric  of the   blouse. As she
moved,  her  small  breasts  jiggled  and  shook  slightly,  just
enough to remind you that they were there.

Needless  to say, the sisters hit Palm Avenue Elementary that day
like an  incendiary device.  From the moment they stepped off the
bus,  all   the  chatter on the playground, all the gossip in the
cafeteria, all the   discussions  in the  teacher's lounges  were
about them. 

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Bradley Headly was a large boy in the sixth grade.  He wasn't re-
ally   all that interested in girls, but his size and his lumpish
good  looks   made him a prize catch for some of the girls in his
class, who were just   beginning to  collect  boyfriends.   Terri
Blake,  a  very  pretty  girl  whose   family had a lot of money,
gained some notoriety by claiming  that  Bradley    had  put  his
hands  down her pants.  At first Bradley denied it, but then   he
noticed that he got more mileage out of just standing  there  and
smiling when the subject was mentioned.

He  began  to get a reputation.  Girls giggled when he walked by,
and   guys liked to hang around him.  He had taken  advantage  of
some  opportunities with girls who wanted to be in Terri's league
by having Bradley put   his hands on them, and a lot more was at-
tributed to him than he actually   accomplished.

So  it  was  to  Bradley  that the boys congregated when they got
their   first glimpse of hot Blair at third session recess.

"Hey, Bradley, whatcha think about Reilly?", came the question in
a  dozen different forms.

Bradley  leaned back against the fence and smiled as Blair walked
provocatively by.

"She's fuckable", came the uncommitted reply.

The boys burst into a frenzy.

"***I'd*** fuck her", said Pee-Wee, who was at least four or five
years away from such capability.

"Damn, I would too!", said another.

"You ever get anything off her, Bradley?", came the chorus.

"Felt  her titties once", Bradley lied.  There was a simultaneous
intake of breath around him.  The pack was impressed.  Then there
was  embarassed  silence.  Blair was sauntering towards the boys,
her jutting, jiggling breasts thrust  proudly  before  her.   The
boys cowered behind Bradley,   their protector and vindicator.

"Hi there, Bradley", purred Blair.  "How's it goin'?"

"Pretty good."

"You  know, Bradley", she continued, moving in close to him.  She
was happy to see that Bradley was one of  the  few  boys  in  the
school  who   was tall enough to take advantage of her scoop-neck
t-shirt, and she   made sure he got a good view.   "I  got  some-
thing I want to show you at lunch   time".

"What's  that?"  Bradley started fidgeting.  Blair's actions made
him feel kind of nervous and sweaty, like none of the other girls
did.  He'd   have to ask his big brother Jake about this.

"You'll see, Bradley", she smiled.  "Just be behind the cafeteria
at lunch time."  She swung around and started walking back,  giv-
ing  the  surprised    boys  a  view of her jeans-clad little ass
shaking away.

The boys recovered their courage.

"God! She's ***hot***!"

"Lookit that ass!"

"Lookit those ***tits***"

Bradley folded his arms across his chest, ignoring  the  multiple
questions  fielded  to  him  from his court of lackeys.  What did
Blair Reilly want?  He was worried.   He already knew  Blair  was
stronger,  much  stronger    than he was.   If she wanted to kick
his ass for something he'd done to one    of  her  friends,  what
better way to do it than to catch him alone behind   the  cafete-
ria?

He'd have to bring some back-up. 

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Amanda  didn't cause nearly the fuss that Blair did.  The boys in
her class were blissfully unaware of  her  sexiness.   They  were
used  to  Amanda's   tits by now.  To them, this was just the way
Amanda was.  The time Amanda spent in her second-grade class with
these babies was time lost as far  as her plans were concerned.

Recess  was  little  better.  Being in the second grade meant she
was  the biggest kid on the playground, as she  had  recess  with
the  first through the  third graders.  All the jiggle and bounce
and tit-show-off she tried may  have been done  for  a  bunch  of
cats.  Nobody paid any attention.  She leaned  against the fence,
disgusted, with her arms across her too-large-for-her-age  chest.
Her  breasts  were  tingling  like  crazy now, and she was almost
tempted  to start playing with them herself.

When the whistle blew for the end of recess, Amanda started walk-
ing   over  to  the  line that was forming for the little ones to
head back into the   building.  She  saw  the  larger  kids,  the
fourth-  through  sixth-graders, waiting  to come on to the play-
ground.  She thrust her breasts out playfully.  She   heard  some
whistles and claps.  Good.  It was nice to be appreciated.

She looked over the line and saw Bradley Headley, the tallest boy
in the sixth grade.  She grabbed a piece of paper  out  of  some-
one's notebook and  hurriedly scribbled a line or two down:

-  Bradley,  meet  me behind the cafeteria at lunch time.  
-  I've got something to show you.

- Amanda Quinteros

She slipped it into Bradley's hand as she passed him on the side-
walk,   and  her  breasts, which had been tingling up until then,
awoke into a mighty  roar of desire, which surprised her with its
intensity.

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The two and a half hours between the end or recess and the begin-
ning  of lunch were long enough for Blair and Amanda, who by  now
were  actually  uncomfortable with the cresting sensations coming
from their breasts, but they  were just  hell  for  Bradley,  who
could only guess at what the two  sisters  wanted from him. Blair 
scared  him,  sure,  but  Amanda  he  was  terrified  of.     The
five-  foot-two second-grader with the body of a grown woman, and
the brown  eyes that seemed to look right  into  you.   What  did
**she** want with him?   He asked Tony Corolio and Rodney Pittman
to come with him.

The whistle blew for lunch, and all the kids swarmed out  of  the
classrooms  and into the cafeteria.  Except for five.

Blair  was the first into the enclosed area behind the cafeteria.
There was a spot without windows enclosed by three walls and part
of  a  fourth.    A lot of kids went there to do things that they
didn't want the teachers or  the cafeteria  workers  to find  out
about.  She had just arrived when she saw  Amanda hurry in behind
her.

"Mandy!", she squealed.  "What are  you  doing here?"

"I asked Bradley Headley to meet me  here",  she  stated  calmly.
Amanda  began to stroke her breasts, which felt like they were on
fire.  "He's  gonna feel me up!"

Blair was astounded.  "I asked him to meet me  here,  too!   What
are  we gonna do?"

Amanda  pointed  to  the gap in the walls where they had entered.
Bradley,  Tony and Rodney were sneaking in.  "Looks like we don't
have to worry."

Both  girls  walked  up  to  Bradley, who was rather hesitatingly
waiting  close to the gap with his two friends,  in  case  things
got dangerous.  "OK,  kids, whatcha want to show me?", he demand-
ed.

Amanda pulled her top off with one hand, and  stood  bare-chested
in   the  hidden  quad.  "I wanted to show you my tits!", she ex-
claimed, moving  in close to him.  She rubbed her burning breasts
against the fabric  of Bradley's shirt.

Blair  pulled  her  t-shirt over her head.  Her pink breasts with
their  rosy nipples contrasted nicely with Amanda's darker  ones.
"I  wanted  to  show you mine, too", she said.  "Now you guys are
gonna have to tell us which  of us has better tits!   You  better
get started.

Bradley,  Tony,  and  Rodney couldn't believe their good fortune.
Within  seconds, their hands were all over Blair and Amanda,  who
twisted  and  turned   under  their  caresses  like young horses.
There was more than enough  pliant   young  breast  flesh  to  go
around, and all the guys got a good feel.

Amanda  felt  the pressure and the tension in her breasts grow to
incredible proportions.  She thrust them  in  Rodney's  face  and
commanded  him.    "I  want  you  to  taste them!"  Rodney nearly
fainted, but Tony complied, sticking out a long pink tongue  that
touched Amanda lightly on her dark nipple.   "Oh, that tickles!",
she giggled.

Before long, Tony was furiously  tonguing  Amanda's  hard  little
tennis-ball-  sized  breasts, and Bradley was performing the same
service for Blair.   Rodney, for his earlier cowardice, had  been
demoted to lookout.

Blair  started  panting,  as the sensations in her chest began to
mount.   She felt them alternately tighten and release, each time
with  a  wave  of  pleasure  that swept over her whole body.  She
grabbed the back of Bradley's head  and pulled it deeper into her
bosom.   She felt powerful and queenly, in total  command. It was
a new feeling for her and she loved it.

Amanda's own sensations were no less powerful.  She contorted her
chest  and  rib cage, flopping her tits across Tony's open mouth,
gasping for  air as she did so.  Finally, both  sisters  fell  to
the ground under the power  of the same familiar, yet exhiliriat-
ing,  wave of  sexual  electricity that  had  overcome  them  the
night  before  their breasts appeared.  Bradley and Tony  watched
for a second, then bolted, as Amanda  and  Blair  recovered  from
their  fits.

It  took  a  while for the sensations to ebb, and by the time the
sisters could speak again, the boys were all gone.

"God!", said Amanda, "I don't know where that came from,  but  it
sure  feels ***good***!"  She pulled her top back on and buttoned
both buttons.

"Me either", said Blair.  "You know, when my titties got to  tin-
gling,  it was like, well, like they were taking control or some-
thing."

"I know", acknowledged Amanda, cupping her hands under her throb-
bing  breasts. "Its like they **want** to get big."

Blair  pulled  her  t-shirt  back on.  "I wonder when we'll start
growing?"

"I hope its after school gets out."

"Yeah, and I hope Brad, Tony, and Rodney don't spread it  it  all
over the school what we did back here."

Amanda frowned.  "Yeah, and I hope it snows next August."

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Of  course,  the boys did spread it around the schoolyard, begin-
ning  that afternoon.  At first no one believed them, but the in-
formation  soon   became  old news.  Amanda's and Blair's reputa-
tions suffered no damage, either,  as the events of the following
days  and  weeks made the idea of a grade-school reputation some-
what laughable.

Amanda was sitting in class listeneing to Mrs. Harrison drone  on
and  on  about primary and secondary colors, when she felt a slow
warmth spread across her chest.  It was as agreeable as the  ten-
sion  that morning  had been disagreeable.   She felt her breasts 
start to itch, then an odd lifting sensation as though  her shirt
was being lifted off her chest by someone's hand.

She  came  back to reality when she heard the button pop off.  It
scattered about on her desk and fell to the  floor.   She  looked
down,  and  saw  a new expanse of dusky breast-tissue where there
had been none before.   Her breasts, which were once the size  of
tennis  balls,  were  now  the size of apples, and there were two
little half-moons of titty pushing up into the gap where the but-
ton  used to be.  Her nipples, which  previously had only brushed
against the fabric, were now pushing aggressively  into  it,  and
the inprint could be seen plainly from the outside.

She felt another rush of warmth, another lift, and the other but-
ton  began to pull away from the buttonhole under the pressure of
her  expanding   tits. Amanda was scared, thrilled and delighted,
watching the procedure  as if from a distance.  Her breasts  were
now  the  size of large oranges,  and they strained at the fabric
of the blouse like racehorses at a starting  gate.

Amanda looked around.  No one else seemed to  have  noticed  yet.
Then   she felt another wave of warmth.  Her last button skittled
across the  floor, and Amanda's  tawny  grapefruit-sized  breasts
burst  out uninvited into  the class- room.  The girl next to her
began to scream.

"Amanda Quinteros!  You button your shirt up at once or I'll send
you to the principal's office", shrieked Mrs. Harrison.

"I'm  sorry,  Mrs. Harrison", Amanda answered.  She rose from the
desk,  her  newly expanded breasts jiggling slightly.   "My  tit-
ties  just got too  big for my shirt".  She opened the two shirt-
flaps wide to show the class  what the recent expansion had  done
for her.  "See?"

Jiggling her newly-augmented breasts in the faces of her horrified
classmates, Amanda crowed with delight.  "Lookit  the **size**  of
these babies!", she gloated.  "I mean, what're  you  gonna do when
your tits get so big, you can't keep a shirt buttoned?"

"I  guess  I better go home", she admitted, and turned and walked
out  of the classroom.

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Blair was sitting in her own classroom, listening to  Ms.  Suarez
go   on  and  on and on about subtracting like fractions.  It was
warm and Blair  was sleepy.

Suddenly, she was brought back to reality by the wave  of  warmth
flowing   over her chest.  It felt delicious.  She stretched back
in her chair,  and felt something like a bubble pop at  the  tips
of each of her nipples.   Suddenly, she found it hard to breathe.

Her shirt felt like it was too tight.  She reached down to adjust
it,   and  found that her shirt was  trying to  contain  too much
Blair.  It had pulled  away from her rib cage and was  stretching
across the sides and across  the back.

She  felt  another  wave of warmth pass across her chest, and the
constriction of her  too-tight  t-shirt  was quite uncomfortable.
Blair put her  hands on her growing chest.  Her breasts felt like
they were about the size  of large grapefruit now.  She felt them
grow, pressing against her hands and  her shirt. By now, cleavage
was beginning to show through the scoop neck of  her  t-shirt  as
two  substantial half-mounds of tit-flesh were pushed up  and out
by the pressure  of  her  growing  boobs.

Amy  Smallington,  a  sassy  girl  in the next desk, snickered at
Blair.   "Giving yourself a feel-job, Blair-slut?", she  sneered.
"What's  the  matter,  Bradley didn't do a good enough job?"  Two
or three other girls sniggered  at this as well.

Blair felt another surge flow across her  chest. Turning  in  her
chair, she thrust her growing bosom out  at Amy.  "Don't you wish
you  had  something  for  him  to feel,  Amy  SMALL-ington?", she
gloated.  Amy clutched  at her  undeveloped chest and started  to
whimper.

Amy's jaw dropped as she saw her  classmate's  now-large  breasts
give  one final surge, pulling Blair's t-shirt tail up out of her
jeans.  Blair bobbled  her now canteloupe-sized breasts in  Amy's
face.   Amy burst into tears  and ran crying from the room.  Some
of the boys started laughing and  the   class  became  uncontrol-
lable.   Blair got called up to the front of the room.  She  rose
from the desk, and there was a mass gasp as the  results  of  her
growth  were revealed.

Blair's  breasts  had  swollen to about four times their previous
size  in mass  and  volume.   She  attempted to tuck the tail end
of  her  t-shirt  back  into her jeans, and the effort caused her
expanded tits  to  jiggle  and   shake   provocatively.   Several
girls  started  crying.   Ms. Suarez struggled for  words. "Blair
Reilly!", she sputtered.  "What have you done?"

"My tits grew", Blair stated calmly, as if  that  were  the  most
natural  thing in the world to have happened.

"You  go  the principal's office at once!", the teacher demanded.
Blair walked quietly out, closing the door behind her.  She evad-
ed the hall monitor  and headed for home.

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