DR. HOOTERS - Part X
by Servax
Bigger and Better Things

Blair  and  Amanda's  mother  was astounded at her daughters' new
growth.   Blair was poking out all over from under her shirt, and
slender  Amanda   looked  like  two melons glued on a broomstick.
Mary laughed and embraced them  both.

"My little booby-girls!", she laughed, secretly delighted at  her
girls'  development.   "You've  passed  your poor old mom behind!
Well, we'll  just have to buy new bras to cart around  those  big
new tits of yours,  won't we?"

She  called  in to work, and took Blair and Amanda to the doctor.
The doctor examined them both thoroughly, then spoke  quietly  to
Mary.

"There's  nothing  medically  wrong  with them", the doctor said.
"It's  unusual for breast growth to be  this exuberant, but girls
who  develop early,  like Blair and especially Amanda, tend to be
somewhat larger anyway."   She wrote the girls a  sick  pass  for
the  day.  "Take good care of them, they'll  need it", she warned
Mary.

Next stop was the Hialeah Wal-Mart.  Mary  found  that,  unfortu-
nately,   larger  breasts meant larger clothes, as both Blair and
Amanda were literally  busting out of their  old  clothes.   Bras
were  first, and Mary found that Blair  was now a very voluptuous
36-DD, and little Amanda was too large for a 32-D,  but was  just
a  hair  under a 34-D.  They hunted and hunted, and finally, with
the help of one of the salespeople, found  a  couple  of  32-DDs,
which fit Amanda's  new breasts perfectly.

"Odd",  said  the saleslady, "usually girls that small don't have
figures  that well-developed."

"*** I *** do", gloated Amanda, cupping her hands under her  gen-
erous  new breasts.

They passed the cosmetic counter, where Blair and Amanda assault-
ed  their mother for lipstick, blush, eyeliner, and all the  rest
of the feminine armory.  Mary gave in.

"If  you  two're  gonna be such big girls, you might as well look
the  part", she sighed.

Mary bought each of them four or five new blouses, and Blair  and
Amanda stayed awake most of the night, while their mother worked,
trying  on their new outfits, and making up their  faces.   Blair
found  she  had a natural flair for applying makeup, and spent an
hour fixing Amanda up until  the dark-haired little  beauty  just
glowed.  Then she made her own face  up.

There  wasn't  anything funny about the way they looked when they
saw  themselves in the mirror.  Blair was wearing her new  tennis
outfit,  a  light   beige top buttoned down the front, with small
green stripes.  Her big new breasts  peeked out of the  neckline,
even  though she was buttoned up as far as the  blouse would but-
ton.

Amanda was wearing a jeans skirt, sandals and a red stretch  top.
The  outline  of  her enlarged nipples were clearly traced in the
fabric of the  blouse.

"God, Blair", stammered Amanda, "we look so, so old."

Blair nodded her head.  The head that nodded back at her  in  the
mirror  was not a ten-year-old head.  Blair added some brown eye-
shadow to her  sister's eyes.   Amanda  looked  nothing  like  an
eight-year-old girl anymore.

"We  look  like grown-up women, Amanda", said Blair soberly. "Not
old,  just grown-up."

"I'm scared", whimpered Amanda.  "Now  everyone's gonna  treat me
like  a big,  grown-up lady,  and I don't  know  if I know how to
act!"

Blair embraced her sister.  "Don't cry, Mandy, you'll, you'll ru-
in  your makeup!"

They  both  laughed heartily, little girls again, even if for the
last  time. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

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School was a challenge.  If Blair felt out of place  before,  she
felt   like  a freak now.  Her large, aggressive-looking tits in-
timidated all  her old friends.  She was  much  larger  now  than
even  the  most  advanced  girls  in the sixth grade, and she was
universally resented.  What made her life  bearable was that  she
was  also  universally  feared.  After a couple of days,  some of
her old friends started to approach her again, but Blair let them
know  she was in charge.

Amanda  coped.   She  found  her best defense was a good offense.
When  the girls teased her, she merely thrust her  large  breasts
out  more  prominently,  as  if  to  say,  'you're not even in my
league, no-tits, so get out  of my face.' The boys left her alone
at  first,  until one day, sweaty little Ricky  Jackson, a third-
grader, came to her with a proposition.

"I'll give you five dollars if I can see  your big tits!",  Ricky
bargained.   Amanda at  five-two was still  a good  six or  seven
inches taller than he was.  She glared at  him over  the  tops of
her  big boobs.

"Ten dollars, and its a deal", she snapped back.

Ricky  thought for a moment.  "Six dollars, and I'll let you bor-
row  Street Fighter 3 for a week", he countered.

Amanda didn't own a Super Nintendo.   "Ten  dollars",  she  said,
standing  firm.

"Uh, I'll be back", replied Ricky.  A couple of minutes later, he
put a five and five ones into her hands.  She took him  back  be-
hind  the cafeteria,  and unbuttoned her blouse.  She stood there
in her big bra.

"Take off the bra, Amanda", Ricky demanded.  "I paid to see  your
tits, not your bra."

Amanda glared at him with a cool eye.  "Are you sure you're ready
for this, little boy?"  She began undoing her brassiere.

Ricky choked.  Amanda's large,  dark  breasts  with  their  wine-
coloured   areolae  emerged   from the  confines of her  enormous
bra.  They were beautiful. He had seen other bare breasts in  his
father's  magazines,  but  Amanda   was bigger and more beautiful
than all of them.  He stood slack-jawed  as Amanda buttoned  her-
self back up.

"Was  it  worth  it?",  she asked.  Ricky slowly nodded his head.
"Thanks", he murmured.

After that, Amanda always seemed to have plenty of money.

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One day, an amazing thing  happened  that  gave  Blair  cause  to
think.   She  was standing in line in the cafeteria, and three or
four boys from the sixth grade were waiting in line  behind  her.
They  were  pointing at her breasts and snickering.  Blair looked
down at them with almost infinite disdain.   It  was  incredible.
She was two years younger than they, yet she towered over them by
eight or nine inches.  She was beginning to  find  them  entirely
juvenile.

The boldest of them, a strapping blonde boy of twelve,  began  to
berate  her.   He  puffed  his chest out and pulled his neck back
like a little fighting rooster.  He was a little taller than  the
other  boys, so his eyes were just about level with Blair's tits.
"You little overgrown fourth-grade bitch! You think you're better
than everyone  else, 'cause you got big tits now.  I'll kick your
ass, then I'll fuck you."

"With whose dick?", replied Blair, turning away from him in  dis-
gust.

The  other  boys  guffawed.   "She got you, Kevin ", they  snick-
ered.   Kevin  hung  his  head  in  shame  and  anger.   Then  he
reached  a  hand out.  Blair felt his hand clamp down on her left
breast.

"God *damn* she's got big 'uns", Kevin exclaimed.

Then  Blair   reached  over  with her right hand, grabbed Kevin's
wrist, and tossed him into the tables,  about  three  feet.   The
other boys ran for their lives.

One day, late in the school year, while she was trying to concen-
trate on some bullshit of Ms. Harrison's about complex fractions,
she began to see the classroom fade before her, and sort of  move
back into the distance.  Then she saw Ms. Suarez, Amanda's teach-
er, drawing a figure on the blackboard.  She saw all of  Amanda's
sweaty little classmates, holding their big pencils and feverish-
ly writing.  Then she saw the tips of Amanda's dark  brown  hair,
and  her jutting breasts on her slender rib cage, and she gasped,
and immediately her own classmates and her  own  teacher  swirled
back into view.

She asked Amanda about it that night at home.   Amanda  said  she
didn't  know  anything  about it, but she verified the little de-
tails that Blair supplied, Who was wearing what,  who  was  doing
what.   "It was like, like I was in your body, Mandy, looking out
through your eyes.", Blair said.

Amanda just shrugged her narrow, shapely shoulders and said noth-
ing.

Amanda had also taken to reading, no, devouring romance novels on
the  balcony.   It  was well into springtime now, and the sun was
hot.  Amanda and Blair had both bought skimpy little bikinis that
displayed  their  new  figures  in  flattering ways.  Blair would
watch as her sister would sit out on the balcony for hours  turn-
ing  pages on a stack of romance books, letting the sun toast her
lithe body to a deep coconut brown.

"You read those things awful fast, Mandy.",  observed  Blair  one
day.

"About one or two a day, Blair.  Schoolwork just doesn't seem  to
take as much time as it used to."

"You never seemed to be much for  reading,  Mandy,  You  used  to
watch  more  TV."  Blair  stared at the cover of the book propped
open between her sister's nut-  brown  breasts.   It  depicted  a
black  haired  woman  crushing  a  half-naked man's head into her
abundant bosom.  The woman looked like a lady,  or  a  noblewoman
from  a  long  time  ago.   The man looked like a pirate.  He was
holding a long sword in the hand he wasn't using to  embrace  the
woman's waist.  "Looks like pretty hot stuff."

"Reading's easy once you get the hang of it.", replied Amanda in-
dolently.   "TV  is  pretty boring."  She traced a slender finger
along the inside of her brown thigh, to the border of the  bikini
bottom.   "These  books  make  me  feel all loose and tingly down
here."

Blair knew about that loose and tingly  feeling.   She  had  been
starting  to  feel  that way herself, mostly when she saw some of
the boys from McArthur High in track or football practice in  the
field  adjacent  to  her school.  She and some of the other, more
developed girls in the fifth and sixth grades  hung  out  by  the
fence  during  recess,  and  watched  the boys do their Phys. Ed.
class.

Once in a while, one of the boys would glance over  to  them  and
wave,  or  smile.  This made Blair quiver all the way down to the
center of that secret  little  place  between  her  legs.   After
school, Amanda  would  join  them,  and  the group of  them would
stand and watch the track team run wind-sprints.   Blair  noticed
a   tall,  dark   Cuban  boy  watching   them  intently.    After
practice, the large-breasted   girl named Mary Lou Rodriguez came
and  sat  down with  him.    He kissed  her on the cheek, then he
pointed in Blair and Amanda's direction.

"Why do you suppose he pointed at us", Blair wondered aloud.

"He wants to meet you", laughed Candy Suarez,  who  was  standing
with  them.

"I want to meet him", chimed in Amanda.  "I think he's cute!"

The  other  girls  laughed.   "You  can't  even see him good from
here",  Blair mocked.  "He looks like a Cuban blur".

"** I ** think he's cute", Amanda continued, "and he's  gonna  be
my  boyfriend. So there!"

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A  week or so before the end of the school year, Blair and Amanda
were skipping school, and hanging out  at  Candy  Suarez'  house.
Candy stood up and  said, "I want a bottle!"

"A bottle of what?", asked Amanda.

"A  bottle  of  liquor, silly", replied Candy.  "Haven't you ever
drank  any liquor?"

Blair and Amanda both shook their heads, feeling  for  the  first
time   in  quite  a while somewhat young.  Their alcoholic grand-
mother made them kind  of  contemptuous  of  drinkers,  but  they
didn't  want  to  seem  unsophisticated  to Candy, who was in the
sixth grade, and whose family had a lot of money.

Candy was delighted.  Amanda and Blair, with their big  tits  and
grown-up  looks,  usually  made  her feel small and little-girly.
Now, the table  had turned.  "I get drunk a  couple  of  times  a
week, sometimes", she lied.

"Can you sneak a bottle from your mom, Candy", Blair asked.

"Naah",  replied  Candy.   "She  marks  her bottles now since she
caught  me a while ago."

There were a couple of other sixth-grade girls there too,  Joanne
Rubio  and  Lourdes  Gonzalez, both of whom thought it would be a
great idea to  get a bottle and get drunk.

"I got four dollars", Lourdes exclaimed,  throwing  it  into  the
center   of  the circle.  The other girls followed suit, and soon
they had more than  twenty dollars in small bills and change.

Candy explained that there was usually a homeless  woman  outside
the   liquor store who, for an extra five dollars, would buy them
whatever they  wanted.  They  trooped  down  to  the  store,  but
couldn't find the woman.

"I bet she got herself arrested again", snorted Candy.

"What we gonna do?", asked Lourdes.

"Blair can buy it for us!!!", shouted Joanne.  "She looks twenty-
one  easy, with those big tits of hers!"

The other girls got excited about the  plan.   They  returned  to
Candy's   house, and there they rummaged through Candy's mother's
clothes looking  for something Blair could wear into  the  liquor
store.  Most of the stuff in the  closet was way too tight across
the chest.  Candy's mother was not a busty woman.    Still,  they
found  a business suit that Blair could wear over her own blouse.

The bottom fit well, and Blair put on a pair of panty-hose and  a
pair of five-inch heels.  She draped a string of imitation pearls
around her neck,  and applied Candy's mother's makeup  until  all
traces  of  the  busty  little  girl who had left for school that
morning had vanished.  Blair stepped back  to admire  her  handi-
work.

"Damn!  I'd kill for those tits!", hissed Lourdes, a variation on
a theme Blair had heard hundreds of times in the past week.   She
threw  her   shoulders  back  and sauntered out the door.  "You'd
better let me go alone",  said Blair. "It'll look better."

By the time she navigated the four or so  blocks  to  the  liquor
store,   she  had mastered the high heels.  She strutted into the
liquor store.  The  clerk looked up, saw her chest,  and  nothing
else  registered.   She  walked  up to the counter and pulled the
money from Candy's mother's borrowed purse.   "Give me  a  bottle
of  Bacardi Light", she stammered, repeating what Candy had  told
her.

The clerk removed the bottle from the shelf, bagged it and put it
on  the  counter.  "That'll be $13.48", he said. "Do you have any
I.D.?",  he added.

Blair's mind raced.  Then  instinctively  she  thrust  her  large
breasts   out  into  the clerk's face.  "Thank you so much, boy",
she laughed.  "I  haven't been asked that in years!"  Blair waved
her  tits  back  and forth in  front of the clerk's face.  Seeing
that he followed their motion with his  head, Blair put the money
down  on the counter and picked up the bottle.  "What  a joker!",
she laughed, "As if I could grow these in  less  than  twenty-one
years!"

The  clerk just watched as she walked through the door.  When she
got outside, she realized she had done it, and ran nervously  but
triumphantly,  in the high heels, back to Candy's house.

The girls mixed the rum with Coca-Cola and 7-up.  Candy, Lourdes,
and Joanne got roaring drunk, but Amanda and Blair, although they
drank  just  as much of the fiery liquor as their friends, didn't
feel  any effect whatsoever.

Lourdes came close to the reason.  "Those damn big tits of yours,
Blair",  she  said  belligerently,  "they're  soaking  up all the
liquor!  I bet  you couldn't get drunk if you tried."  Blair  and
Amanda  left  as one by   one their friends slipped into incoher-
ence, then sleep.

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