Dr. Hooters    Part XXVII




Dropping her block on the windows, Sherrie let the  midday  light
back into the cabin.  All three girls blinked their eyes.  Veron-
ica looked out the window and looked woozily out.  "I don't think
we're gonna be bothered for the rest of the day.  They're all off
at the stables is my guess."  She dug around under  her  bed  and
pulled out a baggie full of a leafy green vegetable.

"Best reefer in Virginia", she declared, "I've been saving it for
a day like today.  Care to join me?"  Her slender fingers  skill-
fully  rolled  up  a fat joint.  Sherrie provided the honors with
the tip of her finger, and before long, the cabin was full of the
thick, sweet, pungent aroma.

Missy  passed  the  joint  to Sherrie, who took a long, practiced
pull.  She felt the smoke penetrate deep into her lungs,  and  as
she  exhaled,  she  felt an extraordinary tingle start in her ex-
tremities.  "This's good stuff, 'Ronnie!  One-toke-stoney, or  am
I just a buzz-head?"

"Must hit you quicker, Sherrie", replied Veronica, taking another
hit.  "I don't feel anything yet."

"Me either", seconded Missy.

"I'm tingling all over, but it doesn't feel,  well,  the  same.",
Sherrie added.  "I wonder if its the pot, or something else!"

The tingling in Sherrie's extremities moved up her legs and arms,
then down her trunk.  Before long, her whole  body  was  suffused
with  a warm hum that was less like a pot high than it was like a
current of  low-grade electricity flowing through her.  Her shoes
felt tight.

Taking  another  hit, Missy passed the joint back to Sherrie.  It
had burned down about halfway, and she took another tug,  drawing
the  smoke deep into the recesses of her lungs.  The tingling in-
creased, and she felt the pounding of her heart in her throat and
in  her  wrists  as she passed the joint to Veronica.  She pulled
down on the hem of her shorts, and was surprised to find that the
ankle-straps  on her shoes had snapped.  Her halter top felt con-
stricting, and when Sherrie reached down to adjust it, she  found
that  there  was considerably more of her there than when she had
put it on.

"Holy Mother of God!",  screamed  Sherrie,  "I'm  growing!"   Her
shorts  by  now were uncomfortably tight, and her waist-band felt
like a constricting band of steel around her growing waist.  "The
pot triggered it!  I'm growing!"

Veronica  and  Missy watched in amazement as Sherrie began to ex-
pand right before their eyes.  Sherrie dug at  the  hasp  on  her
belt,  and  got  it free just as the button on her  shorts popped
away and went scatting across the floor.  B-b-br-r-up! ripped her
zipper  as  her body continued to grow.  Sherrie's expanding bust
began to dig into her halter top, pulling it away from  her chest
wall,  and  stretching  it  across  the  front slightly.  By now,
Veronica and Missy could see the bottoms of Sherrie's breasts  as
they peeped out from under her top.

Imprisoned  in  her  shorts now like a sausage in a skin, Sherrie
tried to peel them off.  The bottom third  of  her  breasts  were
poking  out  from  underneath  the  halter top as they grew.  The
tape she had used to support them had broken in three places, and
Sherrie peeled it away carefully.

"Quick!  Ronnie!  Roll me about three more joints!", Sherrie com-
manded.  "This is important!"  Veronica, astounded,  rolled  one,
two,  three joints in succession, and passed them to Sherrie, who
lit the first one and drew the smoke deep into her lungs.

With each draw, Sherrie  grew.   She  kicked  her  useless  heels
across  the  floor,  and  managed  to get her shorts opened.  She
pulled off her halter top to reveal that her breasts, once  about
the  size  of  golf balls, had swollen to about the size of large
oranges.  Sherrie took  another  drag,  and  Missy  and  Veronica
gasped  as  Sherrie's  breasts responded by visibly crawling down
her chest, the shadows enlarging across her abdomen as they  grew
out and obscured more of the light.

Sherrie  massaged  her growing boobs lovingly.  "Finally!  Final-
ly!", she whispered.   "How big do you think they'll  get,  Sher-
rie?", asked Missy, trembling.

Sherrie  took another long pull on the first joint.  "Oh, they'll
get lots bigger, Missy.  I'm already bigger  than  Veronica,  and
I'm  gonna  be  lots bigger than you.  In fact, hand me your bra,
the pink one."

Missy handed over her bra and  Sherrie  struggled  to  her  feet.
Veronica  and  Missy  gasped again when they saw that Sherrie was
now as tall as they were.  Veronica got up off the bed and  stood
next to Sherrie.  "Sherrie-berry", she said, "you used to come up
to my collarbone here.  Now, my Lord! we're eye-to-eye!  You must
have grown six or seven inches in the last five minutes!"

Joint in her mouth, Sherrie pulled Missy's bra on.  Missy's capa-
cious cups emptily flopped loosely on Sherrie's chest as her  bo-
som  was  still  too  small to fill them up properly.  "I'm gonna
bust right through this bitch!",  Sherrie  boasted,  "Just  watch
me!"

She  took  another  long drag on the joint, and instantly shot up
another two inches or so, looking out now over the top of Veroni-
ca's  head.   Missy's bra took shape as Sherrie's expanding chest
began to fill it out.  Sherrie took another hit.  V-v-v-z-z-z-it,
went  her  shorts,  as small rips began in the hems of the sides.
She now topped Veronica by a head or better.

"Look!",  Sherrie boasted, "I've filled up your bra, Missy!   Now
watch  me  bust  out of it!"  It was true.  The once flat-chested
Sherrie had grown to quite respectable proportions,  and  Missy's
large bra was now a perfect fit.

Taking a last drag on the dying joint, Sherrie wrapped her tongue
around it and swallowed it.  B-b-b-r-r-ru-u-p.  The  rip  in  her
shorts  widened,  and  Missy's  bra  stretched  out and flattened
against Sherrie's expanding chest.  The bra was more than   full,
as  there  was  a  considerable  amount of cleavage brimming over
above the cups.  Sherrie lit the other joint,  and  took  another
hit.  Breast tissue continued to pudge up around the tops and the
sides of the cups, and two small crescents  of  breast-flesh  ap-
peared  under the cups as Sherrie's expanding breasts pushed Mis-
sy's bra up and out from her chest.

"Look, Missy!", Sherrie gloated, "I'm bigger  'n'  you  are  now!
Imagine  that!"   She cupped her hands under her growing mams and
rejoiced to see that they overflowed her palms.   Taking  another
hit off the second joint, Sherrie found that Missie's bra was now
stretching tightly across her breasts, and that a lot of tit  was
visible from both above and beneath.  The side straps were begin-
ning to feel uncomfortably tight.

"More!  More!", Sherrie gasped, taking a deep pull on the  second
joint.   Her shorts, now nothing more than four sections of cloth
connected at the waistband, exploded away as she grew towards the
ceiling.   Her  breasts,  growing  faster, strained and tugged at
Missy's increasingly inadequate bra.  The cups covered only about
a  third  of  Sherrie's soccer-ball sized breasts by now, and the
straps were digging deeply into her shoulders.

She inhaled deeply again, and the top of her head brushed against
the  ceiling.   Her  tits pushed forward against the restraint of
Missy's  bra, pulling it yet further away  from  Sherrie's  ribs.
Breast  flesh  was  pouring copiously out the sides and tops, and
underneath the tormented bra, and yet Sherrie kept growing.  "How
big  do  you think I am now, girls?  Missy, what are you packing?
A D-cup?"

"D-d-double D, Sherrie", Missy answered, "and you've grown  right
out of it.  You're huge!"

"Grow,  titties,  grow!",  yelled  Sherrie,  as her breasts again
pushed hard against Missy's bra, snapping  the  shoulder  straps.
By  now,  Missy's bra was just a narrowing band against Sherrie's
growing, swelling  tits.  "At least I dont seem to be getting any
taller,  girls.", she said, balancing herself against the ceiling
with her hand.  Her panties began to rip away as an odd bulge be-
gan to push against them.

Sherrie  took  a  final  draw  from  the second joint.  Her boobs
heaved out against Missy''s bra, now only  a  pink  line  cutting
deeply  into  the  growing mass of Sherrie''s tit-flesh, not even
obscuring Sherrie''s now-immense, swollen  nipples.  Her  dinner-
plate-size,  dark  areolae  blossomed on either side of the angry
red chafe caused by the brassiere''s constriction.

"Its time I got  rid  of  this  little  inconvenience",   Sherrie
laughed  as  she  threw  her  shoulders back, and her mighty tits
snapped Missy''s bra like a piece of dental  floss.   "Big  girls
like me don't need little bras like this!"

""There!"",  boasted Sherrie triumphantly, ""I told you I''d grow
right through it!""

""You''re still growing, Sherrie!"", exclaimed Veronica.

Sherrie looked down.  Sure enough.  Her breasts,  which  now  ob-
scured  about a third of her field of vision as she looked toward
the floor, continued to grow and expand like slowly filling water
balloons.   They pushed out against her arms as they continued to
swell outward.  Sherrie found that she could reach the tip of her
nipples  now  only with great difficulty, and that the bottoms of
her breasts were pushing down to just above her navel.

"My God!",  Sherrie laughed, "This feels great!"  She  swung  her
giant  breasts  back  and  forth in a great arc.  The bed creaked
with the effort, and Sherrie felt herself almost pulled  off  the
cot  with  the  inertia  of her huge new tits.  "Thank you, thank
you, Amanda!"

Grabbing great handfuls of breast-flesh with both hands,  Sherrie
lifted  them  sky-ward.  She was able to hoist them well over her
head.  ""Now these are some tits!"", she  gloated.   ""Missy,  if
those little bitches gave you trouble about having big tits, wait
till they see these howzas!  They''ll fucking faint!""

Missy pointed to the large bulge in Sherrie''s  panties.   "Sher-
rie", she asked, "What''s that bulge down there?"

Sherrie  pulled her panties off.  ""I dunno, girls.  I can''t see
it over my tits, but I can feel  it.    It  feels  kinda  like  a
dick."

Veronica  stared at Sherrie''s crotch.  "I can see it.  Its not a
dick, Sherrie.  I don''t know what it is."

Sherrie reached under  her  huge  new  breasts  and  touched  the
strange  new  appendage.  It was about four inches long and about
as wide as three of her fingers.

""Its growing!"", said Missy.

Sherry felt it grow in her hand.  It pushed out through her  fin-
gers  until  she  could just see it over the tops of her breasts.
Then it snaked its way up and out, the tip flattening like a  co-
bra''s  hood  as  it lengthened.  Finally, at about three feet in
length, it stopped growing.

""I think it used to be my clit"", explained Sherrie, ""but I can
move  it now.  Watch!""  She waved her strange new appendage back
and forth like a palm branch.

"Its swishing like a cat''s tail, Sherrie!"", giggled Missy,  who
reached  out  a hand and touched it.  Both Sherrie and Missy were
stunned at the almost galvanic shock that  ran  through  both  of
them  when Missy touched it.  ""Wow!"", cried Missy, ""That packs
a punch!""

Sherrie touched her new member gingerly.  As she rubbed  the  un-
derside  of the shaft, she felt waves of delight shudder down be-
tween her legs, and she knew she was beginning to lubricate.  She
maneuvered the tip of the appendage up until she could tickle the
tip of her left nipple with it.  Her pussy was soaking  now  with
her  juices, and her breath started to come in short pants as she
flicked the tip of her new plaything across the  surface  of  her
immense breasts.

Pointing  it  in  Veronica's direction, Sherry gloated.  "I bet I
could do you with it, Ronnie, and I bet you'd love it!"

Veronica responded by opening  her lush mouth and taking  in  the
first  four  inches  of   Sherrie's  new  member.   "Aauggh", she
coughed, as she felt a jolt of electricity  shoot through her en-
tire  body.   Each  time  she  moved her tongue across a field of
bumps on the tip of the blade,  Veronica felt a new surge of sex-
ual energy flow into her.

Feeling Veronica's growing passion as her own, Sherrie pulled her
new appendage out of her friend's  mouth.   She  found  that  she
could make the whole shaft fold in on itself, and crawl back into
a small sheath that had formed at the opening of her vagina.

"Hey, what'dya  do  that  for,  Sherrie?",  complained  Veronica.
"That felt good as hell!"

"We'll  save  it for later, Ronnie dear, Missy my heart", Sherrie
responded.  "Right now, I've got other plans for us!"

Lighting  the third joint, Sherrie inhaled deeply.   "You  can''t
possibly be wanting to get bigger, Sherrie", scolded Veronica.

""This  isn't''t for me, Ronnie"", answered Sherrie, who sat down
on her bed.  Her swollen tits now covered her whole lap, and  the
bed  creaked  with her added weight.  I must weigh close to three
hundred pounds now, she thought as she pulled her  new  appendage
out  of  its  sheath  again and swished it in the air in front of
her.  The other two girls watched  in  silence  as  the  enormous
Sherrie inhaled the third and final joint.

Feeling  a  tightness  grow in her newly-swollen breasts, Sherrie
knew her plans had come to fruition.  She felt a swirling  and  a
washing  of  intense pleasure flow over her, and penetrate her to
the tips of her now-gigantic tits.  It was if  she  was  filling,
filling.   The  tightness  grew,  her nipples swelled, and became
erect, now fully four inches long and least  two wide.

Breathing the pot smoke deeply into her lungs, Sherrie  felt  the
tightness  increase,  until it became a physical pain at the tips
of her breasts, as though she was holding  back  a  reservoir  of
piss  in her immense breasts.  "I can feel it coming, girls", she
warned, "so, get ready."  Swish, swish- the tip of  her  new  ap-
pendage flicked back in forth in front of her like the tail of an
anxious cat.

SSSPphht!  Sherrie took another long pull on the joint.  "I don't
know  how  long  I'll be able to keep this up, darlings", Sherrie
explained.   "My tits feel like they're going to explode!"

Taking a final pull on the  last  joint,  Sherrie  swallowed  the
stub,  and her huge breasts erupted with milk, two torrents pour-
ing out from the tips of her nipples, thoroughly soaking Veronica
and  Missy.  She  tucked her protuberance back into its sheath in
her vagina.  She stood to her full height, lifted her vast  milky
breasts, still gushing milk prodigously, and looked invitingly at
Veronica and Missy.

"Come and get it, girls!", she said huskily. "Its goddess  time!"

