Dr. Hooters   Part XXVIII



Rising  from  the  bed,  Missy  obeyed instantly.  Sherrie's huge
right breast was just about level with her throat, and  she  only
had  to  lift  it a bit to get the fat, pulsating nipple into her
mouth.  She was surprised at the girth and  weight  of  Sherrie's
new breast, and how it took both her hands to lift it.  Also, she
got a good soaking before she was able to clamp down  around  the
gushing  nipple  and  start to swallow.  Sherrie's milk was sweet
and rich-tasting, almost like liquid  butter  or  a  butterscotch
malted,  and  there seemed to be an endless supply.  Missy encir-
cled her friend's breast with her arms, and began to  nurse  con-
tentedly.

Veronica  wasn't  far behind.  She was soaked to the skin already
with  Sherrie's sweet milk, and she followed the jet upstream un-
til  she found the source.  Soon, she was mewling and suckling as
contentedly as Missy.

Sherrie embraced them  both  around  the  sides  of  her  mammoth
breasts.   "I've got so much now, Ronnie, Missy!", she began coo-
ing,  "I've got more than you'll  ever  drink.   Isn't  it  good?
Isn't  it  sweet?  Look what it did to me!  It'll do the same for
beautiful little Ronnie and sweet Missy!  It'll make you both  so
big and strong, just like me!"

Whimpering  slightly,  Veronica reached under Sherrie's vast left
breast and began searching about Sherrie's crotch for her  newly-
grown  clit-stalk.   Sherrie obliged her by pushing it out of its
sheath and around Veronica's tight, muscular thigh.

Trembling herself, Sherrie found that her clit-stalk was flexible
enough  to  pull Veronica's panties away from her pubes.  Now she
had full access, and Sherrie patted and petted the outer  regions
of Veronica's vaginal areas.  This is like nothing I've ever felt
before, she thought.  Its not like touch, nor quite  like  smell.
Its a different sense altogether.

Then  she made penetration.  Instantly both girls moaned as Sher-
rie's nervous system was laid bare to  Veronica,  and  the  black
girl's  to Sherrie.  My God!, thought Sherrie, as wave after wave
of Veronica's memories, thoughts, desires, and dreams poured into
her.  I can bring her to instant orgasm now.

She  did, and Veronica writhed on Sherrie's huge breast.  Sherrie
jolted her again, awestruck at her new power.  Veronica broke in-
to  tears,  and  gushed  her  intimate  juices all over Sherrie's
stalk.  She stared up at Sherrie with her huge brown doe eyes.

"You want more, Ronnie love?", Sherrie  asked.   Veronica  nodded
gently,  then ground her face into Sherrie's huge boob as Sherrie
found the orgasm center in her brain, and struck again and again.

Missy wasn't idle while all of this was happening.  Seeing Veron-
ica's delighted expression, hearing her moans, and  guessing  the
cause,  Missy  had zipped Veronica's jeans open, and pulled Sher-
rie's love-stalk towards her own hungry crotch.

"Oh, little Missy wants  some  of   Sherrie's  special  medicine,
too",  Sherrie giggled.  Missy nodded, and guided Sherrie's stalk
into her blonde bush.  Once again, as  soon  as  penetration  was
made,  Missy's  body was hers to do as she pleased.  She recoiled
at what she found.

"Missy!", she exclaimed, "You **are** a virgin!"

Unconsciously, though, she hit Missy's orgasm center with a shock
wave  of sexual electricity.  Missy shook like a leaf in a storm.
"See what you've been missing, dear?", Sherrie  exhorted  as  she
hit Missy a second time.  Missy almost lost her grip on Sherrie's
right breast.  "Pwease!", she begged, her mouth distorted by  the
bulk of Sherrie's nipple, "More! Again!"

Hitting  her full force, Sherrie gasped as she watched Missy lose
consciousness, slip off her breast and slump to the floor.  Still
gushing  furiously,  Sherrie's  right  tit bathed the unconscious
figure with milk. Working Veronica free from her other tit,  and,
kneeling gently, Sherrie's mammoth tits hit the floor with an au-
dible thump.  With effort,  Sherrie was able to bundle the sense-
less Missy into Veronica's bed.  Then she waved her dripping nip-
ple in Missy's face, and Sherrie was gratified to find  that  she
was  able to clamp on again, and continue nursing.  She waved her
other nipple at Veronica, who immediately re-attached herself  as
well.

Sherrie  folded her stalk back into its sheath.  "No more of this
for either of you  until I learn a little more about it!  Concen-
trate on the milk!"

Veronica  and  Missy  nursed for an hour or more, until something
deep inside Sherrie told her they had had enough.  With a bit  of
difficulty,  she  cut  off  the  milk,  until the stream became a
trickle, and the trickle a few drops.

  Gingerly hefting one vast breast, Sherrie was pleased  to  find
she  still  had  a  copious  amount  of  milk left.  It was true.
Veronica and Missy hadn't been able to drain her  abundance,  and
both  were sleeping peacefully now.  Sherrie knew with experience
that, left to themselves, they  would  drift  in  and  out  of  a
drowsy,  milky,  sleep  for  the next few hours.  By that time it
would be too late, and she would have to wait several  weeks  for
her  friends  to  join her in her augmented state.  No, she would
have to work quickly, while the powerful hormones of  her  breast
milk were busy re-arranging their body chemistry.

Standing  to  her  feet, she stretched regally.  She had grown at
least a foot in the last couple of hours,and her  breasts,  quite
simply, were now enormous; great protruding cones of flesh start-
ing at her throat and sloping outward like a mighty balcony, tum-
bling  practically  to her waist.  They swayed imperiously as she
walked, almost throwing her off balance.  I'll have to  learn  to
walk  all  over  again,  she thought, but hell, I can get used to
this real quick!

She dug around Veronica's bed until she found the half empty  bag
of  reefer  and  the rolling papers.  Resting her forearms on the
shelf of her titanic tits,  she  rolled  four  fat  joints.   She
walked  over to the bed where Missy was slumbering peacefully and
sat down beside her.  Lighting one of the joints with the tip  of
her forefinger, she placed the burning end in her mouth.  Inclin-
ing over Missy's face, she stuck the other end in Missy's  mouth,
held her nose with her free hand, and blew the smoke into Missy's
lungs forcefully.  She repeated this performance  several  times,
and  saw  that  Missy's  bounty was starting to flow out over her
sister's bustier, and that Missy's ankles were  sticking  out  of
her blue jeans.

Sherrie blew another shot into Missy's lungs, and heard a muffled
v-v-v-r-r-ru-m-m-p! as Veronica's  jeans  began  to  rip  at  the
seams.   Another  shot,  and Missy's breasts were hanging out the
fronts and sides of the bustier, with her  pink  nipples  plainly
visible  over the top.  The seams under the armpits began to fray
and give way as Missy's expanding trunk pressed against trunk.

Good, thought Sherrie, its working!  She blew another  shot  down
Missy's  bronchial  tubes, and was rewarded by the agonized sound
of ripping denim.  Missy's breasts exploded out of the  front  of
the  bustier, and the cups were folded underneath as her burgeon-
ing mammaries grew and swelled, getting bigger and bigger.  Missy
was  too  large  for the bed now, and her legs were sticking over
the sides from the shins down.

Sherrie had to move around to the head of the bed, as her own gi-
gantic tits and Missy's growing abundance prohibited her from be-
ing able to make mouth to mouth contact with the butt-end of  the
joint.  She lit another and continued her  ministrations.  Anoth-
er blast of reefer-smoke, and f-f-f-r-r-i-p!, Missy shredded what
was  left of  Veronica's blue jeans.  The waistband exploded, and
Sherrie had to tug the tattered remnants away.

Missy's boobs kept growing until she was in grave danger of being
smothered by them.  With difficulty, Sherry had to push them away
from her mouth as she administered the marijuana.  Sherrie's  own
huge knockers formed a formidable wall of flesh on either side of
Missy's head, so that the chance of suffocation by tit-flesh  was
very real.

Blowing  the  last blast of pot-smoke into Missy's lungs, Sherrie
turned her attention to Veronica.  She lit the  third  joint  and
began  to  force  the  smoke  down  Veronica's  trachea.  For the
longest time, Sherrie could detect no response, then she saw that
there  was  a  billowing under Veronica's loose shirt.  Since she
was smaller than Missy, she had to grow that much more for it  to
be  noticeable,  but  before long, ample new masses of chocolate-
colored tit flesh flowed out from under Veronica's shirt, filling
a widening gap between the buttons.

Veronica's  spandex  mini-skirt  just  stretched  as she grew, so
Sherrie wasn't able to hear her progress as she could with Missy,
but  it  wasn't long until Veronica 's head and legs were lopping
over both ends of the bed.  Sherrie blew  another  blast  of  pot
smoke  down  into Veronica's lungs and was rewarded by the sudden
pop! of a button as the pressure  from  Ronnie's  swelling  boobs
shot it off her shirt and into the wall.

 Jiggling  wildly,  Veronica's  breasts grew furiously as Sherrie
continued to blow the pot-smoke down into her  lungs.  Stretching
out  on either side, they pushed her blankets and sheets aside as
they grew.  Semi-conscious, Veronica reached her slender arms  up
and  began  massaging  her generous, growing breasts.  "Ah, ah!",
she whispered.  "I got big tits too now, Justin!  Look!   They're
bigger  'n  Margie's,  aren't they?   What do you think of my big
breasts now, Justin?"  By this  time  Sherrie  had  finished  the
third  joint  and had started on the fourth.   She had to reposi-
tion her friend's breasts on either side of her so as to continue
to breath the pot-smoke down her gullet.

So  that's  it,  Sherrie  thought.   Justin  was a breast man, it
seemed.  Too bad he couldn't have been  a  little  more  patient.
Veronica  cradled  her  big  new  boobs in her forearms and began
rocking back and forth in the  bunk,  murmuring  "big  tits,  big
tits"  to herself.  Sherrie pinned her head between her own behe-
moth boobs, and blew the last few blasts into  Veronica's  lungs,
then  settled  down  on  the  floor  next to her, waiting for her
friends to return to full consciousness.



