DR. HOOTERS - Part XVI
by Servax
Surprise at Hurricane Tony's

Tommy and Blair were tooling down I-95 in  Tommy's  borrowed  Al-
lante  convertible  when  Blair felt a pulling on her bra straps.
She reached under her shirt  and  slipped  her  hands  under  the
straps and tried to pull them a little looser, but it seemed this
only made them feel a little tighter.
 
By the time they got to Pompano Beach, the bra straps  felt  like
they  were  digging into the flesh of her shoulders.  The wind in
her hair, Tommy's conversation, and the music on the  radio  dis-
tracted  her until they got onto the Sawgrass.  Then the sides of
her bra started chafing, and Blair began to squirm  a  little  in
the seat from the pressure.
 
Blair pulled the front of her blouse up and peered  down  inside.
Sure  enough, two little domes of breast-flesh had formed pushing
upwards from the cups of her once-snug, now barely-adequate bra.
 
"Tommy,", she cried, "I'm growing again!!"  Her bra lifted itself
about  a  half an inch as her expanding chest pushed it away from
her rib cage.  Tommy looked over.  Blair  didn't  look  any  dif-
ferent  to  him.  Then he saw the fabric of her blouse billow out
slightly, and a gap opened between the second and third buttons.
 
By the time they got to the toll booth on the Sawgrass, Blair was
visibly  larger.   There  was  a  considerable amount of cleavage
peeping out through the top of her blouse. Blair folded her hands
over  her growing tits and pressed inwards, pressing them against
her chest, but she felt a constant and growing  pressure  pushing
them in the opposite direction.
 
They reached the bend where the  Sawgrass  turned  south  towards
Sunrise,  and there were gaps now between all of Blair's buttons,
and her bra was visible as  a  thick  band  across  her  swelling
boobs.   Blair  looked down and smiled.  "Hey, Tommy!  Looks like
I'm gonna be huge.  Can ya handle that?"  Tommy smiled broadly.
 
Realizing that her bra, so recently an object of the  wonder  and
admiration  of some of the most well-endowed young women in South
Florida, was soon to be more of an object of torture than a means
of  support,  Blair  turned  to  Tommy  and asked him to undo the
clasps in the back, and to loosen the straps.  Tommy had to  pull
over  to  fulfill  her  request.   The  operation took about five
minutes, and by the time they  got  back  on  the  road,  Blair's
breasts  had swollen to about twice their former size.  Her navel
was exposed from her blouse having crept up out her skirt by  the
growth of her great mams.
 
The first button gave way as  they  crossed  I-595  into  Weston.
"OOOO-weeee",  shouted  Blair as she grabbed the sides of her ex-
panding boobs, "Just call me bodacious Blair now."
 
"Grow, Blair baby, Grow!", shouted Tommy,  as  Blair  popped  her
second  button at the Sheridan Road exit.  Placing her hands over
the tops of her rapidly balooning knockers,  Blair   could   feel
them  expanding,  swelling,  and  growing  bigger.  Already, they
looked like twin basketballs under her blouse,  and  her  nipples
about  the  size of her thumbs, were plainly outlined through the
thin fabric of her blouse.
 
"I've only got two buttons left, Tommy,", Blair  said  excitedly,
"I  don't  think  this blouse'll make it to the county line.  How
big do you think I am, Tommy?" Blair thrust her monumental  bosom
forward  as  far  as  she  could,  putting enormous strain on her
remaining two buttons and the overstretched fabric of the blouse.
"36Q?, 36U?, 36ZZZ?  Who knows?  God, I'm getting so big!!"
 
Tommy slipped a free hand through the widening gap in  the  front
of her blouse.  He stroked and explored her still-swelling boobs.
He tugged at the front of her blouse, and the two remaining  but-
tons  gave  way, allowing her now- enormous breasts to tumble out
into the open air, brushing  against  the  glove  compart-  ment.
Blair  grabbed  them  with both hands, and wasn't able to get her
arms completely around their incredible girth.
 
When they crossed the county line,  Blair  realized  she  was  in
danger of being wedged between the seat and the dash by her grow-
ing, swelling breasts, so she stood  up.   Her  incredible   tits
covered  half  the  windshield,  and continued to grow until they
reached her waist.  By the time they got to the junction  of  the
Palmetto,  Blair  had  stopped  growing, but her gigantic breasts
covered her entire upper body, protruding out nearly  three  feet
from her rib cage.
 
The Palmetto Expressway is difficult driving under  the  best  of
circumstances.   A  beautiful  young girl displaying her enormous
breasts as a hood ornament  on  a  Cadillac  Allante  snarled  it
beyond  hope.  As they passed south along the Palmetto, Blair be-
gan waving and blowing kisses, like visiting royalty.
 
It was obvious that the radical expansion of Blair's breasts  had
forced a change in their plans, and Tommy swung by Blair's apart-
ment.  When they arrived, Tommy helped his newly augmented friend
peel her breasts off the windshield, and get out of the car.
 
Much to her surprise, Blair found she could still walk, and carry
herself erect, although her gait had gone from spritely to state-
ly, as she had to time her steps  to  the  swaying  of  her  now-
immense breasts.  She passed through the gate, much to the dismay
of the collected audience of curious, bored, and horny which  had
gathered at her arrival.
 
 
Inside the apartment, Blair  kept  knocking  lamps,  chairs,  and
tables  over,  as she learned to compensate for the fact that she
now projected quite a bit further out into her  environment  than
before.   Passing  into  her mother's bedroom, she discovered her
mother and her grandmother face down on the bed.
 
Calling Tommy in to help her, she turned  them  over,  and  found
that they had been brutally beaten about the head and body.  Nei-
ther her mother nor her grandmother were  unconscious,  but  they
showed  no  signs of recognizing Blair, or, more importantly, did
they show any surprise or alarm at the size of the breasts hover-
ing  only  inches  from  their faces as Blair and Tommy arrainged
them on the bed.
 
Blair looked around the room.  There were no  signs  of  anything
out of place, yet she entertained no doubt that she and Tommy had
interrupted a robbery or something even worse.
 
Seeing her mother and grandmother in such distress  caused  some-
thing  to occur deep in Blair's phenomenally large tits.  It felt
to her as if a faucet had opened, and they began  to  feel  full,
although  they  didn't get any bigger. Soon, her nipples, four or
five inches long and about an inch thick, became erect and  began
to drip, drip, drip with milk.
 
Like a blind newborn kitten guided by smell, Blair's mother root-
ed  about  at her daughter's vast breast, found the engorged nip-
ple, took it into her mouth, and  began  suckling.   Immediately,
Blair  felt  her  milk  release,  and she saw her mother smile as
drops of white milk leaked out from around the seal of her mouth.
 
She had Tommy place her grandmother  on  the  other  breast,  and
nursed  them both until they all three fell into a deep contented
sleep.  When Blair awoke, it  was  night,  and  Tommy  had  gone.
Blair's  mother was snoring, and her grandmother was nuzzling her
huge right teat.  She had forgotten how big she had  become,  and
she almost fell over as she tried to weave her way into the bath-
room.  Then she heard the apartment door open.
 
****************
 
It was about six o' clock before the show  really  got  going  at
Hurricane  Tony's, but Sherrie and Amanda had already had time to
get a little loose.  Sherrie wore a green halter top and  a  pair
of  Levi's cuttoffs.  Her shapely legs and pert ass amply compen-
sated for her lack in the pectoral region, but Amanda  needed  no
compensation.
 
She was braless, as was Sherrie, but whereas with Sherrie it made
little difference, Amanda was jiggling like a bowl of Jell-o on a
table in a storm-tossed boat.  SHe was wearing a hot  red  cotton
blouse  with a scoop neck, revealing the top third of her impres-
sive bosom, a pair of skin-tight  Guess  jeans,  and  a  pair  of
five-inch  white  pumps.   The impression she exuded was one of a
buzz-saw sexuality.
 
Needless to say,  they  both  were  served  on  the  strength  of
Amanda's  impressive tits.  The bartender/bouncer, realizing that
they were underage, put them in an obscure corner  in  the  back,
but  not  so far back so as to hide Amanda's assets.  Hell, she'd
bring in more tonight than the fine would be.  So they drank.
 
The amateur strip-show got underway about  six.   The  first  few
contestants  were  generally lackluster, obviously sorority girls
on a dare.  They threw off as much sexual energy  as  a  luncheon
with  your  maiden aunt, and left the stage somewhat sullenly, to
the accompaniment of a little scattered applause.
 
Then came a couple of guys.  The best  was  an  electrician  with
washboard  abs,  who  stripped down to his tool belt.  He got the
girls going, and even a few of the majority of males began to ap-
preciate his audacity, and began to clap him on.  His performance
ended when a short redheaded girl with a fat ass chased  him  off
stage.
 
The next few girls were really quite good, bumping  and  grinding
with real desire.  They got the mostly-guy crowd worked up to the
point where they even applauded the next male stripper,  a  body-
builder  who ended his routine with an olive-oil-lubricated pose-
down.
 
After him came a black girl with a very generous  ass,  who  kept
poking it in her audience's face.  By this time, Amanda and Sher-
rie had consumed quite a lot of beer, and  AManda  didn't  notice
the  tingling in her breasts over the general glow.  However, she
did notice that the top she was wearing seemed to keep wanting to
work  its way out of her skirt.  She kept tucking it back in, but
each time she did so, it seemed there was less shirt-tail  avail-
able to anchor the top under her belt.
 
At this time, a particularly talentless contestant was making the
crowd quite restless,  Some of the patrons sitting around Sherrie
and Amanda had taken notice of Amanda's spectacular  curves,  and
began  to chant in chorus, "Red shirt!  Red shirt!"  Before long,
the whole bar was resounding with  the  call,  "Red  shirt!   Red
shirt!  Red shirt!"
 
"Amanda, I think they want you up on the stage.", whispered Sher-
rie   conspiratorily.    "Why   don't  you  go  on and give 'em a
thrill?"
 
Amanda staggered to her feet, and when she did so, the light from
the stage fell on her.  When the crowd saw her working her way up
to the stage, they began to chant, "Tits!, Tits!, Tits!"
 
When Amanda climbed onstage, she saw that her breasts  had  grown
to  the  point  where the top had pulled completely away from her
skirt, and was now exposing her navel.   The  music  started  and
Amanda  began  to  dance  slowly.  The crowd howled with delight.
Amanda felt a surge of raw power as she realized that  the  crowd
was  entirely  in  her  control.   She caused ripples through the
crowd by moving from one side to the other, as people shifted  to
keep their view.
 
"Ohmigod!", shouted a man in the front, "Her  tits  are  growing!
How  does  she  do that?"  Indeed, Amanda's already large breasts
had increased about thirty per cent in  volume,  practically  two
cup  sizes,  since  she had left the house.  The front of her top
was billowing outward, and her nipples  becoming  more  and  more
prominent.
 
"Tits!  Tits!  Tits!   Tits!",  the  crowd  began  to  shout,  as
Amanda's  top swelled ever out and up, until it was only a halter
top, and the bottoms of her expanding  breasts   became   visible
from  beneath.  By now, Amanda's tits had swolllen to the size of
twin basketballs, and her top was increasingly stretched  as  her
great mams continued to billow outward.  The crowd, which had be-
come quiet in total surprise, began to  shout,  "Bust  out!  Bust
out! Bust out!"
 
Amanda's top began to rip under  the  arms  from  the  increasing
strain  of  containing her bloated boobs, until finally, her tits
exploded through the top and into the light.   Her  breasts  were
now  the size of fully-inflated beach balls, and her areolae were
the size of cereal bowls.  Amanda swung her now-giant  tits  from
side  to  side,  noting  with pride the wide arc her nipples drew
through the early evening air.
 
Unable to contain themselves further, the crowd began to  applaud
loudly, and then to throw money.  Amanda smiled and thanked them,
and tried to bend over to pick up the money, but her  huge  boobs
hit  the  floor when she bent over.  The crowd then tried to rush
the stage, but fortunately, the bouncers  had  anticipated   this
response, and held them back, albeit with great difficulty.
 
The manager sent the now-enlarged Amanda and a very aroused Sher-
rie  back  to  the house in his own car.  The girls had to sit in
back, because Amanda couldn't squeeze her  oversized  chest  into
the  front  seat.  She sat sideways in the back with sherrie rec-
lining back between her huge tits, resting her arms on  the  soft
fleshy pillows of Amanda's great breasts.
 
"Good Lord,", exclaimed Sherrie, "you sure got ** big **.   If  I
wasn't so hot, I'd be jealous as hell."  Amanda smiled proudly.
 
The driver dropped them off in the back, and they found the beach
house  still  deserted.  Amanda and Sherrie ran upstairs into one
of the bedrooms, and Sherrie spent the next couple of  hours  in-
specting  Amanda's  new  acquisitions  until the two of them fell
asleep, Sherrie with her arms wrapped around  her  friend's  huge
left tit.
 
Amanda woke up with a sense of increasing pressure in  her  enor-
mous  boobs.  Also,  the  bed felt wet where her breasts had been
resting on either side of her body.  she got up off the bed,  and
heard  a  drip,  drip, drip as if drops of water were hitting the
floor.  She heard two girls' voices downstairs, and, seeing  that
Sherrie wasn't in bed next to her, went in search of her.
 
Stepping out into the hall, she heard  Sherrie's  voice  relating
the night's happenings.  Every once in a while, another voice ex-
pressed her disbelief.  As Amanda descended  the  staircase,  she
saw  Sherrie  and  Marsha huddled together on the sofa.  She also
saw the cause of the now-unpleasant felling of  pressure  in  her
mammoth  tits.  She was full of milk, and it was leaking onto the
floor.
 
Marsha's mouth dropped in astonishment as she saw the mega-titted
girl  moving  slowly  towards them.  "There! Didn't I tell you?",
gloated Sherrie.
 
"Please!", pleaded Amanda, sitting at the  foot  of  the  stairs,
"Suck  my  giant  tits.  They're so full of milk, I think they're
going to burst."  Sherrie lept to  her  feet,  pulled  one  plump
four-inch-long nipple into her mouth, and began sucking vigorous-
ly.  Amanda felt relief as her milk surged out of  her  vast  tit
into  Sherrie's greedy mouth.  Incited by Sherrie's example, Mar-
sha began sucking Amanda's other tit.
 
Amanda shuddered with relief as her  friends  drained  her  giant
breasts  of  the  bothersome milk.  They drank and drank, rested,
and drank some more.  Then they retired  to  the  bedroom,  where
Amanda's  amazingly productive mammaries produced even more milk,
to their delight.  Hours later, full and warm,  the  Sherrie  and
Marsha fell asleep like contented little kittens.
 
************
 
Blair moved carefully out into the living room, leaving her moth-
er  and  grandmother in bed dreaming their contented milk-dreams.
The lights were ablaze, and to her surprise, there were two beau-
tiful  blonde   women,   with breasts not much smaller than hers,
standing in the middle of the room.  The shorter one was carrying
a  bundle  of   clothes, including a perfectly cavernous bra that
looked like it could be used as a catapult for watermelons.
 
"Hello, Blair,", said the taller woman,  "You've  turned  into  a
pretty special girl, haven't you?"
 
Blair rubbed the sleep from her eyes.  "Who are you?"
 
"Friends, but more importantly,  equals.",  replied  the  shorter
woman.   "here,", she continued, "put these on.  You'll find they
fit pretty well."
 
Blair bent over to put her massive breasts  into  the  huge  bra.
Each  cup  could carry a week's groceries, she thought with not a
little pride.  Then, she put on the light  summer  blouse,  which
would have completely engulfed a lesser woman, but which was very
becoming on Blair.
 
"Come with us.", commanded the tall woman.  There wasn't the hint
of  the  possibilty  of  disobedience in her voice.  The three of
them went out of the apartment, and into the night.
 
*************
 
Amanda woke up to see the old waning moon rising over the  ocean.
It was about three am, and Amanda stared out over the beach.  She
saw a woman's form appear walking towards her.  With a shock  al-
most  electric in its intensity, Amanda saw that the woman on the
beach had breasts almost as large as her own, and had stopped op-
posite the window, and was looking in her direction.
 
Thinking it was Blair, Amanda stole out the front door  out  onto
the  beach.   As she approached the woman, she saw that it wasn't
Blair, but a taller, slender woman  with  dark,  maybe  dark  red
hair, and freckles.
 
"Hello, Amanda honey", the woman greeted her.
 
"Who are you?", asked Amanda suspiciously.
 
"You can call me Julie.", she replied.  "I'm a friend, and as you
can  tell, someone who has had an experience like your own.  Your
sister has been kidnapped by a dangerous, ruthless woman,  and  I
need your help.  Will you come with me?"
 
Amanda felt she should refuse,  but  found  herself  nodding  her
head.   "Good!",  the  woman  said.  "Come with me.  I have a car
waiting, and I have some clothes specially made for special girls
like ourselves."
 
She put her arm around Amanda's naked shoulder,  and  guided  her
off the beach to the waiting car.
 
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