DR. HOOTERS - Part XIV
by Servax
Blasts From The Past

Amanda was sitting out on the beach early in the morning, letting
the  rising sun caress her face and hair.  There weren't too many
people up and about; a couple of joggers,  a  young  family  with
some  kids,  an elderly couple walking up the beach.  Amanda took
off a large, floppy sweatshirt she was wearing, and  reclined  on
the towel.  She looked down at the top.  It was amazing that this
swimsuit should not only fit her, but actually be  attractive  as
well.  She had gotten so large on top.
 
Amanda stood up and stretched, an action that would have drawn  a
fairly good- sized crowd if she had attempted it later in the day
with more people on the beach.  She started walking up the board-
walk.
 
There were some squares marked in  chalk  for  hopscotch  on  the
boardwalk.   Amanda had liked playing hopscotch when, well, when,
she was a little girl, all of  three  or  four  weeks  ago.   She
picked  up  a  pebble  and  tossed  it  onto the '1' square.  She
couldn't even see the '1' square, really, with her new  boobs  in
the  way,  but she guessed at where it was and lept over it, con-
tinuing down the other squares to the '10'.   Her  large  breasts
heaved  and  wobbled  inside  the bikini top with the effort, and
caused an old man passing by to spill his coffee on himself.
 
Amanda continued her game.  A couple of early risers had  stopped
and were lounging against the benches, watching her.  Amanda kept
on.  She knew now that guys were going to be watching her.
 
Then two little girls came running out a house a couple of  doors
down from where Amanda was playing, and began screaming at her.
 
"Hey, lady!", yelled the smaller of the two, "What'cha doin' with
our  game?"  Amanda  glanced  up,  and  saw  with horror that the
younger of the two was Felice Barnes, from Ms. Harrison's  second
grade class.
 
"Felice!", Amanda replied without thinking, "What are  you  doing
here?"
 
Felice eyed Amanda with enormous suspicion.  Amanda  was  a  good
foot  taller  than Felice.  "How do you know my name, lady?", she
asked Amanda.
 
"Uh, I,m Amanda Quinteros' uh, I'm her mother.", sputtered  Aman-
da.
 
"Hmmph", grunted the little girl.   "Now I see where  Amanda  got
her big tits from. You know she was wearing a D-cup when she left
school."
 
Amanda thrust her chest out  proudly.   What  a  difference,  she
thought.   Only a few short weeks ago, she would have been indis-
tinguishable from this unremarkable, curveless little girl.   She
moved  her  hands  across  her bikini top, down to her waist, and
down her thighs.  Now she had a woman's body,  and  more  than  a
woman's body.  She moved back to her towel and sat down.
 
And a woman's desires to go with the body, she thought.  All last
night, she had felt restless.  She felt a slight ache down in her
pelvis.  She thought about Marty, and his  strong  hands  on  her
large  breasts,  rotating them, caressing them, putting his mouth
on her nipples.
 
She began to feel a little loose and sweaty.  She put  her  hands
on  her  breasts,  then moved them quickly away.  She didn't need
**them** growing again.
 
Amanda reclined onto the beach towel, and feeling the warm  touch
of  the  sun on her body, found her hands moving against her will
up towards her large breasts and down towards  that  hungry  clam
under her bikini bottom.
 
******
 
Blair sat in the window of one of the bedrooms, watching the peo-
ple  pass  up  down  the  boardwalk.  She stroked her left breast
idly.  For some reason, her breasts had  been  feeling,  well,  a
little tender today.
 
She thought about Eric, and how badly Eric had wanted to be  with
her.   But  Eric really wasn't Blair's sort of guy.  When she got
to thinking about it, Eric was really too, well, too  much  of  a
gentleman.   Blair  was  a  street girl, and she wanted more of a
street-smart guy.
 
She sighed.  Of course, it wouldn't hurt a bit if he was a  hand-
some  bastard, like the fellow she could see coming up the board-
walk.  Now this was a guy worth watching, she thought to herself.
He  was  tall,  about  six-three, and **very** well-muscled.  She
looked with growing interest at his broad shoulders,  thick  tri-
angular neck, and narrow waist.
 
His face looked somewhat familiar.  It had an African cast to it,
large,  sensual  mouth,  short, kinky hair, but it had an Asiatic
flavor as well.  It was a very handsome face.   The  good-looking
guy  was  just about level with Blair when she had a sudden shock
of recognition.
 
"Tommy!", she screamed, "My God! Tommy!  I don't believe it!"
 
It was Tommy.  The face was the same, the swagger was  the  same,
even  the way he held his head on his neck was the same.  The old
Tommy, however, was thin and rail-like.  This Tommy had a body to
die for!
 
She waved to this new,  gorgeous  Tommy.   "Hey,  Tommy,  I'm  up
here!"  Tommy  looked  in  the direction of the shout and saw the
fresh-faced, red-haired big-breasted girl waving to him from  the
window.   Nothing  unusual.   Women were all the time calling his
name and waving to him, now.  But this girl looked familiar.  She
kept waving.  Maybe she did know him.
 
Then Tommy recognized her.  "Blair Reilly!", he  shouted,  "Well,
dip  me  in  dog  shit!  Hot damn, Blair, you lookin' good!  What
kinda vitamins you takin'?"
 
Blair thrust her large chest out, knowing it would have an appre-
ciative   audience.   "You  mean  my  tits, donUt you?  They look
good, don't they?", she teased, "Almost as good as you.S
 
Tommy was right under her window, looking up, a wide smile cross-
ing  his handsome face.  Blair leaned over and stretched her hand
out to him.  "C'mon up here, Tommy!S
 
"Blair, you crazy bitch!", Tommy laughed, "I  weigh  two  hundred
fifty  pounds."  Blair laughed back at him.  "And I can lift you,
Tommy", she replied.  He grabbed her hand, and she lifted him ef-
fortlessly up into the air and pulled him into the window.
 
"How you did that, Blair?", said Tommy, still a little rattled by
the  experience.    Blair  stepped  back into  the empty bedroom.
"Damn, Blair", he exclaimed, "Where'dya get the tits?  They  look
decent as hell!"
 
"You got some explaining to do, too, Tommy",  she  replied,  "the
last  time I saw you, you were a skinny little gangstah- wannabee
with a bad case of acne and a 'tude to match."
 
"Kinda filled out since then, haven't I?",  Tommy  said  smiling,
flexing  his  hands in his lap, making the biceps push out on his
powerful arms.  "I don't know how it happened.  I  just  started,
well,  you  know,  growing, since the last time I saw you.  did a
couple a' weeks in the Juvie home.  A  bunch  a   no-future  nig-
gahs   thought  they'z   gonna   kick   my  ass there , they sure
caught a surprise.  Then when I got out, I  just   kep'   gettin'
bigger."    He  caught sight  of  himself  in the mirror.  "Lotsa
ladies shoutin' little Tommy's name from windows these days."
 
 
Blair sat down beside him on the  bed,  and  began  brushing  her
large  breasts  on  Tommy's  arm.  It felt good, and sent tingles
down her abdomen to the place between her legs.  "You know,  Tom-
my", she purred, "we got some unfinished business.  The last time
I saw you..."
 
Tommy finished the sentence for her.  "I said if you grew tits, I
was gonna fuck you."
 
She put an arm around his broad, muscular shoulders, crushing her
big  breasts   against   his   back  and sending pulses of desire
running through her body.  "I got tits now, Tommy", she whispered
hoarsely, "Big ones, too."
 
"It was the night...", Tommy began.
 
"We stole the milk outta the  back  of  that  white  car",  Blair
responded,  "That  milk,  did  you notice anything, well, strange
about it?"
 
"Can't remember right off", Tommy mused, stroking his  chin  with
his hand, "Why?"
 
"You should see Amanda, Tommy."
 
"Why?  She's your kid sister right?", Tommy asked, "Cute, skinny, 
dark-skinned little kid with black hair, big brown eyes?"
 
"That skinny little kid looks twenty-four now", responded  Blair,
"Five  foot  four  with  a set of tits you wouldn't believe.  Not
much smaller than mine, actually.  Now you, showin' up  here  all
big  and  puffed  up  with muscles and all.  You, me, and Amanda.
Five or six weeks ago, all of us were just a  lot  of  snot-nosed
kids.   Now,  Amanda  'n'  me busting out of our shirts, and you,
well, look at you.  How old are you, Tommy?"
 
"Thirteen", he answered.
 
"Right.  And I'm ten.  **Ten** years old, dammit!"  Blair  pushed
her  chest  out  for emphasis, letting Tommy appreciate their ex-
traordinary size and volume.  "Do these look  like  the  kind  of
knockers  girls  have in the fifth grade?  How many guys your age
look like you, Tommy?  Not many?  Not  one!   And  Amanda!    She
what,  she's  going  to turn nine in August.  Nine years old, and
she has a forty-four inch bust. She's wearing a 32-L bra,  Tommy.
She's a woman!"
 
 
"What're ya tryin' to say, Blair?", asked Tommy,  a  little  con-
fused.
 
"That it had to be the milk, the milk  we  stole,  that  made  my
breasts so big, and not the fact that, well, Eric touched them."
 
"Whaaa-a-a-a-t?"
 
Blair told him the story, the whole story,  from  the  beginning.
About  the  first time they grew, and Lateesha's explanation, and
the party, and Marty and Eric, and  how  they  grew  even  larger
after that.
 
Tommy was impressed.  He told Blair his story, which was somewhat
similar.   Blair snuggled in closer to him, running her hands now
all over his body, and rubbing her chest against his back.  "That
means  its  OK  to let you touch them, Tommy.  That means we can,
well, finish our unfinished business."  She saw the growing bulge
in  his pants, then reached down to open his zipper, and slip her
hand inside.  What she found surprised and delighted her.
 
"Muscles ain't the only thing I been growing, Blair baby!", Tommy
exulted.
 
******************
 
Amanda returned to the beachhouse about  noon.   She  looked  for
Blair,  but  she couldn't find her.   Lisa, Suzie and  Lucie were 
planning  to leave,  and were  packing  up Lisa's  car.   Amy and 
Janice had left that morning, and  the only trace of Mary Lou was 
a note on the refrigerator saying she had gone  into town to pick 
up her sister.  The sisterhood was breaking up, it seemed.
 
 
Putting on a hat, and wrapping a towel around her  waist,  Amanda
sauntered  up  the  boardwalk  to the sidewalk cafes.  There, the
lunch crowd was packing the tables, trying to escape the heat  of
the day.
 
As Amanda moved past the tables, she saw the men's  heads  swivel
to  follow  the  movement of her breasts as a passing magnet will
draw a trail of iron filings.  She sat down on  a  stool  at  the
bar,  and  ordered a beer.  The  bartender  served her up without
asking her for any I.D.  She stared down at her large,  suntanned
tits.  These are all the I.D. I need anymore, she thought.
 
A couple of guys tried to hit on her  as  she  sat  drinking  the
beer.   Her  breasts  were  aching by now, but she wasn't too in-
terested in their advances.  Way too old for her,  for  one,  she
thought.   Guys  of thirty or better hitting on an eight-year-old
girl.  There ought to be a law, she thought indignantly.
 
Amanda ordered another beer, hoping that the cool beverage  would
douse  the  fires  she felt beginning to burn down inside of her.
She finished the second beer, quickly.  She stood  up,  and  felt
nothing.   I  bet  these big tits soak up liquor like two big old
sponges, she thought.  I could probably polish off a twelve  pack
by myself.
 
After lounging around in the cool shade for  about  an  hour  and
fending  off  a couple more advances, Amanda decided to return to
the beach house.  By this time, she had picked up a tail  like  a
comet, as about five or six guys left when she did, following her
down the beach.  Why do  they  have  to  be   so   obvious,   she
thought.
 
When she got back, she saw Mary Lou's  car  in  the  atrium,  but
there was no sign of her in the house.  Amanda went upstairs into
one of the bedrooms.  The house appeared  to  be  deserted.   She
released her aching breasts from their captivity under the bikini
top, and it fluttered onto the bed.  Her breasts sagged very lit-
tle, but her nipples went quickly erect from the cool air- condi-
tioning.
 
Pinching her nipples between her thumbs and  forefingers,  Amanda
felt a rush of pleasure surge through her, and her breath started
coming in short pants.  She grabbed  great  handfuls  of  breast-
flesh in both hands, and gasped with delight.  Stroking the sides
and tops of her breasts, she felt jolts of pure  delight  pulsing
through  her  great mams, down through her trunk, into her snatch
and down the inside of her thighs.   She  heard  the  door  close
behind her.
 
Two arms reached out from her back and cupped her ample  breasts.
"Let me do that, honey", she heard a girl's voice say.
 
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