DR. HOOTERS - Part XIII
by Servax
The Big-Tits Club

Mary Lou Rodriguez opened the door, and strode in.  She didn't so
much  enter  a  room as she possessed it.  "Marty, Eric, what are
you guys doing here?", she exclaimed.  Then  she  saw  Blair  and
Amanda  peeking  over  the top of the sofa. "Oh, getting a little
action, aren't we, brother mine?"  She gasped as the two  sisters
stood  up.   "My  God,  Marty", she said, "where'd you find these
little booby girls?"
 
Marty flushed crimson.  "They're friends of  Sherrie's.   They're
here for Marsha's quince."
 
Mary Lou motioned to Blair and Amanda, someone  hesitant  to  ap-
proach  this big, loud girl.  "Come on, you two, let's get a look
at you.  Don't be shy.  I should think with tits like  those  you
two have, you wouldn't have the luxury of being shy."  She turned
to her brother and gave him a big hug.  "If this is what there is
comin' up behind me, I'll have to watch my back."  She thrust out
a hand to the two sisters.  "My name's Mary Lou.  I'm Marty's big
sister.  Encantada, pleased to meet you."
 
Amanda grabbed Mary Lou's hand and grinned broadly.  She felt  an
instant sympathy to this big outgoing, happy girl.  "I'm Amanda",
she said.  The movement of her arm shaking Mary Lou's  hand  made
her new breasts jiggle seductively.
 
Blair offered her hand next.  "I'm Blair Reilly.   Glad  to  meet
you."
 
"Why don't you two get dressed and go on  back  to  the  party?",
Mary  Lou  asked,  "It  seems a shame to keep four fine tits like
yours shut up in here with my dumb brother and his dumb  friend."
She  turned  to Marty and Eric.  "Oh, I know what you boys are up
to.  Even you, Young-Mr.-Gentleman Eric.  One of these  days  I'm
gonna bang your chimes so hard, you'll ring for three days."  She
planted a kiss on his cheek.  "Pretty bold of little  grape-soda-
tits Sherrie to have these two for friends, though."
 
"Uh, Mary Lou", stuttered Marty, "we kinda got  a  problem."   He
and Eric went on to describe how they had brought Blair and Aman-
da down to the rec room for make-out session, and ended up  with,
well,  this.   "I  swear,  these  are the clothes they  wore down
here."  He held up Amanda's now clearly inadequate bra and top.
 
Mary Lou examined the evidence, and stared at  the  sister's  ex-
uberant  chests.   "I  don't  know how far to believe you, Marty.
If it was possible to grow tits like those  in  fifteen  minutes,
doctors   and  chemists  would  be lining  up outside  that  door
five wide and hundreds deep."  Then she smiled.  "Doesn't matter.
If the two of you need some clothes for whatever reason, Mary Lou
can fix you up."  She cupped two hands under her own generous bo-
som.   "I  know  a  little something about having big boobs.  I'm
gonna take these two to the beach house with me tonight  to  meet
the  other  girls.   Marty, you go tell Papi to call these girls'
parents and make arrangements."
 
Mary Lou went to rummaging around in the  room,  pulling  clothes
and underware out of odd spaces.  "I'm a 38FF myself, girls.  You
know something about those letters, don't you?  Its a joke,  like
they don't want to say 38-G or something.  If anyone's wondering,
I'm 45-29-39.  Anyway, Blair, I think you can fit into some of my
clothes,  even  though  it might be a bit loose everywhere but in
the chest.  Your sister may  have  to  try on  one  of  my  38-DD
bras,though.   I   still  have  one  or two left from junior high
around here somewhere."
 
Mary Lou vanished for a moment, then reappeared with  an  armload
of  clothes.   "I know about clothes not fitting, girls", she ex-
claimed upon entering, "I grew four  cup  sizes  in  the  seventh
grade,  and my father was furious.  'No way I'm  gonna buy DD-cup
bras for a twelve year old girl!' he hollered once at the  dinner
table.  I spent  the  whole year  holding my breath.  Your mother
looks like she wants to hold on to her little girls just a little
longer,   no?"   Mary  Lou  lifted up Blair's tormented shirt and
bra.  "No way to account for parents.
 
She gave Blair one of her own bras, and Blair put it on.  It  was
tight,  and was obviously made for a girl with a broader back and
smaller breasts.  Blair's tits overwhelmed the FF-cups,  and  the
only  thing  that  made  the bra fit at all was the fact that the
longer straps on the sides helped  compensate  for  the  lack  of
space in the cups.
 
Mary Lou felt Blair's arms and shoulders as she held up  a  shirt
for  Blair  to look at.  "Well, Missie", she exclaimed.   "You've
got some muscles underneath all that too.  I'd hate to be the bee
that dips into your honeypot without permission!"
 
Mary Lou drew her breath in audibly.  "Blair, it takes  one  hell
of  a woman to overstuff one of **my** bras."  She turned towards
Amanda, reaching out a sadly worn bra to her.  This is the best I
could  find.  38-D"  Amanda pulled it on, and found that she had
the same problem as her sister; too little  back,  and  too  much
tit.   Breast-flesh  was poking out the top and sides of the bra,
but it stayed on.
 
Blair put on a Hawaiian shirt Mary Lou found  for  her.   It  fit
fairly  well,  except that it was loose in the shoulders.  Amanda
had to make do with a one-size-fits-all black  knit  halter  top.
"You two look fairly presentable now", gloated Mary Lou, "Amanda!
Pull that top down a little.  You weren't given all that cleavage
just to hide it under a lot of fabric!"
 
Eric and Marty returned.  Mr. Rodriguez had gotten permission for
Blair  and Amanda to stay two weeks with Mary Lou and some of her
friends in the Rodriguez' beach house up the  coast.   Blair  and
Amanda  were thrilled.  They had formed an instant bond with this
big, breezy girl who treated them so well.
 
"Papi says he'll send the driver after the  girls'  things,  Mary
Lou.",  said Marty.  "We can take the Lexus, since there won't be
room in your Porsche for all of us."
 
Mary Lou laughed.  "What do you mean 'us', brother mine?  You two
aren't  coming  along.   Not  right now, anyway.   This is a girl
party.   Oh,  don't  worry.   We'll  have  your  little   stacked
girlfriends back to you in one piece."  She grabbed the keys from
her brother.  "We'll take the Lexus anyway."
 
The drive up the coast was exhilarating.  Mary  Lou  talked  non-
stop;  about  boys,  clothes, cars, parties, and about having big
breasts.  "You know, it isn't easy finding clothes that fit well.
I had to learn to sew, and do alterations.  Most outfits that fit
well around the boobs flap like tents everywhere else.   Its  not
so  bad  at home.  Here in this town we got a lot of Cuban girls,
and Jewish girls, and Jamaican girls and what not, that have  de-
cent  figures.   But  I'm  going  to  Illinois to school, and I'm
afraid all the clothes  up there will be made  for  the  fat-ass-
no-tits crowd..."
 
About an hour and a half later, they pulled up at the  Rodriguez'
beach  house.   It  was dark, but the house was aglow with lights
behind a tall white wall.  Mary Lou pushed a button  and  a  gate
opened,  and  they  drove  in.  She honked the horn, and the door
opened.  Blair and Amanda saw a girl's shape  silhoutted  against
the light.
 
"Suzie!", shouted Mary Lou, "Tell the others we've got some  com-
pany!"
 
Mary Lou ushered Blair and Amanda into  the  living  room,  where
five  other  girls were eating a pizza.   In an instant, they saw
why Mary Lou wanted the two of them to come along.   None of  the
girls in the  room had  average-sized chests,  and  one or two of
them were as large as Mary Lou herself!!
 
"I found us some new little sisters!", shouted Mary Lou, and  the
other girls got up to greet them.  "Hi, I'm Janet", said a blonde
with blue  eyes.  A short dark-haired girl in a swimsuit top  and
cutoffs  extended  her  hand.   "I'm Lisa.  Delighted to have you
here.  Looks like you'll fit right in."  

"Hi! I'm Lucie!", said a short,  round-faced  redhead with a mass
of freckles covering every square inch of  her face,  arms, neck,
and what you  could see of  her large bust.   Lucie  was a little
heavier than the others, but her boobs were bigger, too.  She was
wearing  a  khaki  cotton  safari top  with the top three buttons
unbuttoned, revealing a spectacular  expanse of  freckle-splashed
bosom.

A tall, lanky blonde stood up from the table, extending  her hand
in welcome.  "Amy Parmenter", she said quietly.  "Pleased to meet
you!"  Amy had the smallest breasts of the company, but they were
breathtaking on her long, slender figure.  Smiling shyly, she sat
back down, crossing her long, muscular legs.   Braless,  Amy  was
wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans cutoffs.  Her D-cup size
breasts jutted proudly off her slim chest, nipples erect and pok-
ing through the fabric of her shirt.   

The  last girl was Suzie,  who had met them at the door.   She was 
tall, not quite so  tall as Mary Lou,  and was Oriental.  All five
girls were D-cups or better.
 
"Welcome to the 'Booby Hatch', Amanda,  Blair",  Lisa  exclaimed,
"Where did Mary Lou find you two?"
 
Mary Lou answered.  "They were at Marsha Sanchez's quince  at  my
parents' house.", she laughed, "My brother and one of his friends
were trying to fuck them, and I rescued them.   They're  sisters,
by the way."
 
"Half-sisters, actually", Blair corrected,  "and  I  don't  think
Marty and Eric..."
 
"Marty and Eric are guys", interrupted Mary Lou, "and if I inter-
rupted anything, I'm sorry.  Marty knows where this place is, and
from the looks of your sister, it won't be too long before  he'll
be begging an invitation up here."
 
All the girls laughed.  They made room for Blair  and  Amanda  in
their  circle,  and returned to the pizza.  Then Mary Lou said to
Suzie, "Hey, Suzie, send for some more beer!"  Suzie went out  of
the room and returned in a moment.  A few minutes later there was
a knock at the gate, and Suzie  went  out  and  returned  with  a
twelve-pack.
 
"You girls may be a little young for beer", Mary Lou  said,  "But
there's plenty of Pepsi and other stuff in the 'fridge."
 
"Young for beer?", commented Lisa, "How young are they?"
 
Mary Lou opened a beer.  "I couldn't get a straight answer out of
my  brother,  but  they were younger that he is, and younger than
Sherrie and Marsha."  She turned to Blair.  "How old are you two,
anyway?"
 
"I'm fourteen, and Amanda's a year younger.", lied Blair.   Well,
why  not, she thought, who's gonna believe the truth, or even the
old lie they let Marty  and  Eric  believe;  twelve  and  eleven.
There  was a moment of collective silence. "But we'll have a cou-
ple of beers anyway", she added.
 
"When you got tits like that, you can be as old as  you  want  to
be",  Lisa  remarked.   She thrust out her capacious bosom, which
Blair noted was still smaller than hers or Amanda's.  "These  ba-
bies  were  getting  me  into  clubs at thirteen."  All the girls
laughed.
 
They finished the twelve pack, and sent for another.   Blair  and
Amanda  wondered   how  they   did it.   Lucie went into the next
room, returned, and within minutes, there was  a  racket  at  the
gate.  Amy went out and got the beer.  By  the time they had fin-
ished that, all the girls were in a very good mood.  Suzie  stood
up.  "Time for the tittie pledge", she laughed.
 
All the girls stood to their feet, put their right hands on their
left breasts, and recited witth mock seriousness,
 
"I pledge allegiance
 to my tits,
 and to all the benefits
 which they afford me.
 And to the sorority
 of the overstuffed bra,
 one true sisterhood,
 triumphant,
 with liberty
 and all the good-looking guys
 for just-us."
 
and collapsed in laughter.
 
Lucie pulled Blair over.  "Kinda silly isn't it?"  Blair  agreed,
nodding  her  head.  "Mary Lou started it, she and I, back in the
seventh grade, when it became obvious that we  were  built  more,
well,  generously   than other  girls.   Over the  years, we came 
to know  Janice,  Lisa and Suzy.  We asked them into the  club as 
well.  Last year, Suzy met Amy working at Publix, and she brought
her over, so she's the last one besides you."

"Mary Lou and I are seniors this year", Lucie continued.  "Suzy's
a junior,  I think,  at Killian.   Amy's  going to college early,
but she's only sixteen.   Before  you two  joined,  Janet was the 
youngest.  She's fifteen, and gonna be a sophmore next year.  Hey  
Lisa!"

Lisa looked up from a magazine and took a long pull on her  beer.
"When are you gonna graduate, Lisa?", Lucie asked.

"A couple more years", Lisa replied.  "I was a sophmore  last year
at  American.  I'll be seventeen in December."
 
She  looked  down at Blair's  chest.   "In five years,  we've only 
added four new members.  Now we get to add two more in  one night!
Welcome to our jolly little clan!"  She and Blair embraced.
 
Lisa stood up somewhat woozily, and motioned for Amanda to follow
her.  "I wanna show you our delivery system, Amanda.  C'mon."
 
They went into a room that had a large window open.   The  window
gave  out  onto a promenade where a lot of people were walking up
and down the beach.  In the background, you could hear  the  slow
murmur of the ocean.
 
"Go on.  Get us some beer.  Miller.",  Lisa ordered.  "Its  easy.
Choose any one of these guys, flash 'em a little tit, and they'll
be down at the gate in no time."
 
Amanda swallowed hard.  It seemed a little brazen, but she pulled
her  halter  top down practically to her nipples, exposing a vast
expanse of tawny breast.  Lisa whistled in  appreciation.   "Lord
above, Amanda, you sure got what  it takes.   I haven't ever seen
titties as big as yours!"

Surveying the  passing crowd,  Lisa  pointed  out a handsome  boy
walking down the promenade.  "Thrust 'em out, Amanda",  counseled
Lisa.  "Watch him drop!"

Amanda leaned out over the  balcony,  flexing  her big breasts  out
over the heads of the crowd.   Lisa applauded.  "That's the spirit,
kid", she crowed.
 
"Hey, good-looking!",  Amanda  shouted  to the  dark-haired young
man, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old.
 
"Well, hey baby", came the reply.
 
Amanda began to swell with a sense of confidence and  power.   So
this  is  what  it was like to be a real woman, with big, shapely
tits.  "Hey, go get us a twelve pack of Miller.  Bring it to that
gate  down  there!"   She  indicated  the front gate with a long,
slender brown finger.  She shook her tits and blew  him  a  kiss.
The young man disappeared into the night.
 
"Hey, I forgot to give him the money!", Amanda cried.
 
Lisa exploded in laughter.  "Money?  We **never** give  the  poor
bastards any money."  When the Miller boy returned, he got a kiss
on the cheek from Lisa in payment.  "Cute, but he got  more  than
he deserved.", she said to Amanda with an air of conspiracy.
 
The next few days followed in a blaze  of  activity.   The  girls
treated  Amanda and Blair to a lifestyle they had only previously
dreamed of.  One day, Mary Lou, who seemed to  have  an  inexhau-
stable  supply  of  money,  took  them shopping.  The other  five
girls ooohed and aaahed at each outfit, and Amanda and Blair  be-
gan  to  feel  a little like live Barbie dolls.  But, the clothes
were so beautiful, the salespeople so deferential, and their  new
figures  commanded  such  admiration  and  respect that Blair and
Amanda soon lost their reserve.
 
They couldn't find any bras that fit well in any  of  the  retail
stores.   Blair  sweated  and struggled into a couple 40-DDs, but
she couldn't squeeze all of her bounty into  them.   "My  God,  I
can't believe my tits are TOO big now", she exclaimed.  The girls
didn't have any more luck with Amanda.  The 40-DDs fit  her,  but
the  cups were way too small for her large breasts, and they were
very uncomfortable.
 
Mary Lou took them both by the hand.  "We're gonna have to  visit
a  friend of mine.", she said, and drove them to a little shop on
the other side of town from the beach.  It  was  a  little,  non-
descript  place  with  a  bold  sign  in  the  window annnouncing
ALTERATIONS/CONFECCIONES in English and Spanish.  Mary Lou opened
the door and peeked in.  "Yoo-hoo, Marina", she shouted, "Are you
home?"  There came a bustle from inside the  shop,  and  a  small
woman  of  about fifty came out to greet them.  When she saw Mary
Lou, she gave her a big hug.
 
"Maria Luisa", she cried, "Its so long that I don' see you.  How's
the familia?"
 
Mary Lou pulled herself away from the older lady's grip.   "Fine,
mamita,  just  fine.  Mamita linda, I have two new friends that I
need your help with."  She pushed Blair and Amanda towards  Mari-
na.
 
"Que lindas ninas!", Marina  exclaimed.  "What  beautiful  girls.
Such big girls, too"
 
"They're too big for the shops, mamita, that's why  I've  brought
them to you."
 
"You did the right thing, Maria, Marina knows how to take care of
her  special girls."  She motioned to Amanda and Blair, who moved
over to her side. She put an arm around each one.   "Such  pretty
girls, Maria, like you when I first saw you."
 
Marina started on Blair.  "Such pretty red  hair,  darling.   All
the  boys  are  gonna  die to get their hands on such a beautiful
head of hair."
 
"Her hair isn't why were here.", laughed Mary Lou.
 
"I know, I know, Maria", Marina laughed.   She  made  Blair  take
her shirt off, and sucked in her breath when she saw the wide ex-
panse of Blair's firm young bosom.  "Wow, Maria, look at  these!"
She  measured  Blair  just under the swell of her breasts, across
the rib cage.  "30 inches.  That makes her  bra  size  36.   Good
size. I got lots of 36's."  Then Marina measured Blair across the
fullest part of her melon-sized breasts.  "Maria,  we  got  us  a
real  tape-buster  here.   She's 46 and 3/4 inches across, almost
47.  That would make her, let's see, an H or a   J   cup."    She
did   a  quick  measurement  of Blair's waist, 24 inches, and her
hips, 35 1/2 inches, just for reference.  Then she  moved  on  to
Amanda.
 
Marina drew the tape measure across Amanda's rib cage just  under
her   large,  jutting  breasts.  "This little one's daintier, but
I think she's going to be  harder  to  fit.   She's   27   inches
across,  bra size  32."   Then she pulled her tape measure across
the fullness of  her  well-endowed  chest.   "Forty-four   inches,
Maria!   You brought  me  some prize winners today.   This little
one's definitely  going  to be needing a J, maybe a 32-K."  Next,
she measured Amanda's waist, 19 inches, and her hips, 33.
 
"Do you have anything that can fit them, Maria?", asked Mary Lou
 
"I might have some things in the back",  Marina  answered.   Then
she disappeared into the back room, and brought back a handful of
gayly colored and coquettish-looking bras.  "I got more  for  the
big  one than for the little one, honey", she announced, "but you
gotta 'spect that."
 
Blair and Amanda tried on the bras.  What a relief!  Not only did
the  bras fit like they were born into them, but they gave a very
seductive lift and  jaunt  to  the  sisters'  large  and  shapely
breasts.   Amanda  was  particularly  impressed with the two that
Marina found for her.  She  looked  at  the  tag  several  times.
 
Blair pushed against the sides of her breasts.  They felt so full
and  heavy,  but this bra held them up so well.  The front of the
bra dipped low in the front, exposing the tops of her breasts, so
that she could use this one with a low-cut blouse.
 
Then Marina disappeared into the back, and re-emerged with trium-
phantly  with what had to be the catch of the day.  "Two swimming
suits, darlings!", she exclaimed.  "Just as if they were made  to
order  for  your  young  friends."   They  were  beautiful,  too.
Blair's was a sea-blue top and bottom, and Amanda's was  a  solid
black, also a two-piece.
 
"I been takin' care of Maria  since  she  was  a  little  girl.",
boasted  Marina,  "Not  that she's ever been little.  Not since I
been knowing her, anyway."   Marina  threw  out  her  own  still-
impressive  bust.   "Get  'em  young,  take good care of 'em, and
you'll keep 'em a long time."  Then  there  were  more  hugs  and
kisses  all  around, for Blair, Mary Lou, Lucie, Lisa, Amy, Suzie,
Janice and Amanda,  and the friends  departed  back to their beach
house.
 
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That night, Mary Lou decided they should go out  and  break  some
hearts.  The girls all rented some inline skates and skated about
a mile or two up the beach.  Before they got back, about  fifteen
or so guys were following them.
 
Amanda and Blair were astounded.  They weren't nerds, either, but
good-looking, well-muscled guys.  Even some that looked like they
might be twenty-something.
 
Blair found out it wasn't so hard to talk  to  them,  since  they
kept  their eyes pretty much focused on her chest, and didn't pay
too much attention to what she said.  If she wanted  any  one  of
them  to  do  anything  for her, she found she merely had to lean
over ever so slightly.
 
 
After a couple of days,  Blair  and  Amanda began  to  feel  old-
er,  more grown-up.  Mary Lou, Suzie, and the others didn't treat
them like  little  girls,  but  as  complete equals.   They  even
deferred  a bit to Blair and Amanda, since the sisters had bigger
breasts than any of the rest of   them.    Blair  was   delighted
when   she  won  the  annual  big-bra  contest.  All of the other
girls, even Mary Lou, had  flopped  around   inside   her  mighty
36-J,   and she had overstuffed all of theirs.  By the end of the
first week, Blair and Amanda felt they had  never  been  happier,
but were a little apprehensive about when the outside world would
intrude on their private big-breasted paradise.  Mary Lou,  espe-
cially,  treated  them   like   visiting  royalty,  but then  she
had  a particular social instinct.  Well-endowed girls like  her-
self  and  her  friends, Blair and Amanda  discovered,  were con-
sidered  by Mary Lou to be a natural aristocracy,  born  to  com-
mand and to have their every whim catered  to.   Men,  and  less-
endowed women, existed merely to serve them.
 
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