DR. HOOTERS - Part XXII

Milk For Medicine

Blair  woke  up from her reverie with a start.  Brenda had disap-
peared, but Blair was able to locate her by the cries of joy  emi-
nating from an open window above the pool.  The sun was beginning
to descend behind the tall retaining wall Jill had  built  around
the pool.  Picking up her things, she walked back into the house.

Meeting the cook, Blair asked her if Jill had any palns for  them
all  for dinner that night.  The cook shook her grey-haired head.
"No ma'am", she said.  Blair asked that dinner  be  sent  to  her
room,  and the cook told her that Jill wanted Blair and Brenda to
stick around that night.  They were going  to  have  some  guests
over after Sasha's dinner date, about nine-thirty.

Odd,  Blair  thought.  Jill never invites anyone to the house.  I
wonder what's up.

Blair spent the time between supper and nine-thirty playing ping-
pong  with Alfonso the driver in the recreation room, and working
out in Jill's lavish gym.  She loaded the weight bar  with  seven
hundred  and  fifty  pounds, and snapped it effortlessly over her
head.

Strength was another gift that Brenda's milk  had  bestowed  upon
her.   Jill  had  a well-outfitted gym, but in her first workout,
Blair had yanked the pulleys off the wall, and squeezed the  Nau-
tilus machines into bent rubbish.

After  that, Jill insisted she stick to free weights, and she and
Brenda often marvelled at the sight of the young Blair squatting,
leg  muscles  bulging,  enormous breasts thrust aggressively out,
with nearly two tons of metal resting on her shoulders.

By the time she had over forty-seven hundred pounds on  her  spe-
cially-reinforced  bar,  Blair  was  able  to give herself a good
workout, and had worked  up  a  fierce  appetite.   The  workouts
seemed  to  have an immediate effect on her milk-altered muscula-
ture.  Although she never did gain any bulk, she just kept geting
stronger and stronger, on a daily basis.

Dinner  was waiting in her room when she had finished her shower.
By the time she was finished it was almost nine-thirty.  Changing
into  a green sweatsuit and her jeans, Blair descended the stairs
into the living room.  Brenda was waiting as  well.   Nine-thirty
moved to ten o'clock and still no Jill.

Eleven  o' clock came and went.  Yawning, Brenda elected to go up
to bed.  Alone, for a change.  Blair opened a book and  stretched
out  on the sofa to read.  Propping the book against her breasts,
she began to nod off herself.   The  doorbell  brought  her  back
quickly  with a start.  The clock in the hallway was just chiming
twelve.  Blair walked to the videocam that was connected  to  the
front  gate and switched it on.  She saw a tall, well-built, girl
with short dark hair.

"Mary Lou!", Blair shouted through the speaker.  "How did you...?
I  mean...?   Hey,  come in!"  She hit the button that opened the
gate into the courtyard, and watched on the security cams as Mary
Lou walked up to the door.

The  sky was lowering, and it looked as though a thunderstorm was
brewing as Blair opened the front door and pulled  Mary  Lou  in-
side.   Mary Lou embraced her, then stood back to get a full view
of the fully-grown Blair.

"Boy, Blair", she announced happily.  "When you  decide  to  grow
some  tits,  you  don't go in for half measures, do you?  I don't
think Marina could fit you now!"

Sending the butler off for some coffee  and  cake,  Blair  seated
Mary  Lou  in  the  parlour.  "But **how** did you get here, Mary
Lou?", she asked.

Mary Lou began her story.  She had come back to the  beach  house
early  in  the  morning,  the day after Blair and Amanda had van-
ished.  She woke Sherry and Marsha up,  and  the  three  of  them
looked all over the beach for them.  Later, her brother Marty and
his friend Eric showed up, and helped  them  search,  but  still,
there  was no sign of the vanished girls. Finally, she had called
Blair and Amanda's mother, to see if they had gone back  home  on
the train.

"We  were  frightened",  Mary Lou said.  "No one answered at your
house.  It was as if your whole family had dropped off  the  face
of  the earth.  Papi wanted to call the police, but we talked him
out of it."

"Finally, Sherry and Marsha broke down and told  us  about  their
last  night  in  the  cottage  with Amanda.  Sherry told us about
Amanda's little performance at Hurricane Tony's, and how big  her
breasts  got.   Then  with  a little coaxing, she and Marsha con-
fessed to, well, that they nursed off of Amanda that night."

" 'I swear, Mary Lou', Sherry told me, 'it was like I **had** to,
like  there was some unseen force pulling me towards them.'  Mar-
sha agreed with her.  Anyway, whatever they drank relaxed them so
much  that  they  were  fast  asleep by the time I got there, and
Amanda was gone, completely gone."

"Marty, Sherry and I drove back to Miami  then,  and  found  your
apartment.   No  one  was  there,  but  everyone  in the area was
buzzing about what had happened; the apartment broken  into,  you
showing  up  with  your tits all swollen out, then you disappear,
and your mother  disappears,  and  your  grandmother's  vanished,
too!"

"We  asked around a bit, and found out that your mother worked at
the club on Apopka Road.  I went down there yesterday, like I was
going  to  apply  for a job.  I met Brenda, and when I saw her, I
immediately thought of you and Amanda."

"I mean, I used to have the biggest pair of anyone I knew.   They
**are** pretty big, you know.  Suddenly, my brother shows up with
two little girls from grade school, that's right  Blair,  I  said
grade school, that make me look flat-chested."

"When  Brenda  wasn't  looking, I rummaged around in her desk.  I
found this address.  I came here.  I found you."

Astounded by the amount of effort Mary Lou had put into the  task
of  finding  her, Blair embraced her around the neck.  "Well, you
found me, Mary Lou", she said.  "have you had  any  luck  finding
Amanda, or my mom?  We're looking for them, too?"

"Who's we?", asked Mary Lou.

"Me,  and Jill, and Brenda", responded Blair.  "You've gotta meet
Jill.  She can change herself around  to  look  like  anyone  she
wants!!"   Suddenly  aware  that she was giving away confidences,
she blushed down into her cavernous  cleavage.   "I  hope  I  can
trust you, Mary Lou", she added.

Mary  Lou hugged her back.  "Oye chica", she said, "I felt like I
could trust you the first time I saw your big  titties  shivering
in  the  air-conditioning  at Marsha's quince.  Something's going
on, Blair, something big.  Something even bigger than a ten year-
old  girl  growing tits as big as a bean-bag chair.  I wanna find
out what it is."

"I can't give you permission to stay, Mary Lou",  Blair  pleaded.
"I'm  a  guest here myself.  I let you in, and I don't think Jill
will mind if you wait around to ask her."

Relaxing on Jill's overstuffed sofa, Mary  Lou  made  herself  at
home.   Blair was glad, in a way, to have someone around from be-
fore.  She didn't get out much at Jill's.  Every  time  she  did,
she  caused  a  minor  disturbance,  so  she had learned to stick
around the house quite a bit, and let Jill's hired staff run  the
errands.

Chattering  on  and on, Mary Lou talked about her sister Sherrie,
who had left for North Carolina  earlier  that  week,  about  her
brother  Marty,  who  was still madly searching for Amanda, about
Eric, who was still in town, and still asking about  Blair.   She
talked  about  their  friends  at the cottage; Lucie, Amy, Suzie,
Janet, and Lisa, and before long, Blair and Mary Lou were  laugh-
ing and chatting like old friends.

Just before three o' clock that morning, Blair and Mary Lou heard
the front gate open and a car door slam.   "Jill's  home",  Blair
declared excitedly, running to the front door.

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Opening  the  door,  Blair  choked  back a scream as she saw Jill
sprawled across the pavement of the driveway.  She had  collapsed
between  the  car and the front door, her hair tangled and muddy.
Jill was bleeding from her mouth, and from several large cuts  on
her  face  and breasts.  Since Jill was naked to the waist, Blair
saw that her magnificent breasts were deeply bruised, as if some-
thing had crushed them.

Blair  picked  Jill  carefully  up  off the ground,  carrying her
pick-a-back into the house.  Mary Lou opened the doors  fro  them
as  Blair hauled Jill off to bed.  Once she had installed Jill in
her own bed, Blair sent for a  basin  of  warm  water  and  began
bathing her wounds.

Sitting  in  the  chair  opposite  Blair, Mary Lou watched as her
friend washed and rinsed the older woman's deep cuts, and  rubbed
the great purple bruises on Jill's vast breasts.

"It looks like she's been in a fight, Mary Lou", said Blair.

Still  astounded  by the average breast size of the women in this
household, Mary Lou shook her head.  "Look at the size of her!  I
mean,  not  just  her  tits,  but all of her.  She looks like she
could kick the ass off an elephant.  Who'd get in  a  fight  with
her?"

Entranced,  Mary  Lou watched as two little dark circles began to
form on Blair's green shirt, right at the nipples.   The  circles
grew until they were the size of dinner plates, and drops of some
white fluid began dripping from them onto the floor.

Before long, the whole front of Blair's  shirt  was  soaking  wet
with her milk.  Mary Lou couldn't take her eyes off of it.  There
looked like there was a limitless supply, and she began to  think
about  lifting  Blair's  shirt, seeking out her swollen, engorged
nipple, and taking that milk into her.  She tried  to  force  the
thoughts away.

As  if in a dream, Blair lifted her sopping shirt and exposed her
mammoth breasts.  Sure enough, at the tips of her  Coke-can-sized
nipples,  the  milk was bleeding out steadily, flowing freely now
down over the bottoms of Blair's breasts and soaking Jill's blan-
kets and sheets.

Positioning  herself  on the bed, Blair pulled Jill onto her lap,
pulled her head to her leaking left nipple, and gave suck.   Jill
clamped  down  on  Blair's nipple and began sucking prodigiously,
causing the milk to flow even more copiously from  Blair's  other
breast.

Lifting  her  other breast towards Mary Lou, Blair invited her to
partake.

"Don't fight it, Mary Lou", she whispered.   "You  have  to,  you
know"

Mary Lou snuggled into the bed at Jill's side.  Closing her eyes,
she felt Blair's huge nipple leaking milk down  her  cheek.   She
opened  her mouth wide, and almost choked as Blair's nipple, much
larger than any man's cock she had  ever  recieved,  invaded  her
mouth and forced its way down her throat.

Somehow,  she  began  to suck, and immediately felt the warm milk
gush out of Blair's  mighty  fountain  down  the  gullet  of  her
throat.   The  force was so great she didn't have to swallow, and
Blair's nipple was so far back in her  throat  she  didn't  taste
anything.  She just felt her stomach fill with the warm, comfort-
ing milk.

Blair's huge tit overshadowed her like a small hill.  As Mary Lou
looked  up,  she could just barely see her friend smiling down on
her from a long ways off, over the curve of her  immense  breast.
Mary  Lou  kept  suckling, and Blair's milk kept gushing down her
throat in great gushes.

"That's it, Mary Lou", Blair cooed.  "Drink from me.  Drink  from
little  Blair."   She  ran  her  hands  through Mary Lou's close-
cropped page boy.  "Blair has so much milk, Jill can't  drink  it
all.   There's lots left over for pretty Mary Lou to make her big
and strong too."

The sensations caused by Mary Lou's and Jill's  frenzied  nursing
were pleasurable in the extreme for Blair.  Her breasts felt like
they had become giant pumps, filling and emptying  in  a  smooth,
predictable  rhythm.   Each cycle sent a rush of pleasure through
her body, and she felt herself getting wet in  the  crotch.   She
wanted to reach under the sheets and rub herself, but she was un-
able to because of the hulking mass of her own tits and Jill's.

Then Mary Lou snuck her arm under the sheets, as if it was guided
by  Blair's own thought, unbuttoned Blair's jeans, and began mas-
saging Blair's thatch.  For Blair, it was an unparalleled experi-
ence.   She found she could move Mary Lou's arm and hand as if it
was her own.  She guided Mary Lou's fingers into her snatch,  in-
serting  first  one, then two, then three fingers.  Each time her
breasts filled, she thrust  Mary  Lou's  fingers  deep  into  her
pussy, pulling them out slowly as her breasts emptied into Jill's
and Mary Lou's mouths.

Before long, Blair was throbbing with the  pressure  of  her  own
rising desires.  She began raising and lowering her pelvis in re-
sponse to her use of Mary Lou's borrowed fingers.  As her  orgasm
began  to  build,  she began to buck faster and faster, thrusting
herself down on Mary Lou's fingers.  She guided Mary  Lou's  fin-
gers  to  her  engorged  clit  and began stroking it gently.  Her
breasts began to spasm with delight, and she saw Mary Lou's stom-
ach  begin  to  swell and distend from the sheer quantity of milk
pouring into her.

But Blair had past the point of no return.   She  feathered  Mary
Lou's fingers about the base of her clit, bringing herself to the
crest of a mighty orgasm.  Her breasts surged with milk,  pouring
multiplied  gallons  down the throats of her helpless recipients.
Blair couldn't see over the tops of Jill's titanic  breasts,  but
she could see that Mary Lou's stomach was seriously distended. It
had swollen out like a woman eight months  pregnant,  and  still,
Blair's milk continued to gush forth in a mighty torrent.

Watching  with  alarm Mary Lou's rapidly expanding stomach, Blair
tried to wrestle her tits free from the other women's mouths, but
the harder she tried to pull away from them, the more firmly Jill
and Mary Lou attached themselves to her.  My God, thought  Blair,
I can't pry them off with a crowbar!

Her  tits  continued  to  pour  milk into Jill and Mary Lou at an
alarming rate.  Blair could see them  expanding  and  contracting
now  with  her milk.  Mary Lou's stomach was now so large that it
filled all her side of the  bed.   Her  orgasm  peaked,  and  she
gasped for air.

With  an  audible  'pop',  her left breast worked its way free of
Jill's mouth, spraying Jill, the bed, and  about  half  the  room
with  sweet,  sticky Blair-milk.  Mary Lou's stomach continued to
swell as milk gushed into her.  Blair could hear the milk  slosh-
ing  around  inside Mary Lou as she moved.  Yanking on her mighty
right breast with both hands, Blair was able to pull it free from
Mary Lou's greedy mouth.

The  results were predictable. Mary Lou, her half of the bed, and
her half of the room received a  warm  milk-shower  from  Blair's
right  tit.   Working  her  way  free of Mary Lou and Jill, Blair
picked her way to the bathroom, leaned her great  mams  over  the
side  of  the  bathtub, and filled it slowly, as her mighty milk-
pumps slowed from a fountain, to a stream, to  a  trickle,  to  a
steady drip-drip-drip.

When  she had finally dried up, Blair did what she could to clean
up.  She moved Mary Lou to one bed, Jill to  another.   Then  she
woke  up  the  groundskeeper to clean up the room, and one of the
maids to change the sheets on the bed, where she soon fell into a
deep,  untroubled sleep, just as the sky was beginning to lighten
in the east.

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