Dr Hooters   Part XXIX



It didn't take long.  Veronica  returned  to  full  consciousness
first.   Turning  slightly  in the bed, one of her newly-enlarged
breasts slipped off the bed.   The  weight  pulled  the  rest  of
Veronica  along behind, and she hit the floor, tits-first, with a
loud slap.

Fully awake now, Veronica surveyed the  situation.   Her  immense
new cocoa-colored breasts splayed out on either side of her slen-
der frame like two bean-bag chairs tossed on the floor.  "My God,
Sherrie!",  she  shouted,  "Look at the size of my tits!  You did
this to me, didn't you?"  She moved her hands over the  tops  and
sides  of her huge new boobs, caressing them lovingly.  "I hope I
can stand up!"

Sherrie pulled herself up to her full height, almost scraping the
ceiling.   Her  own  enormous  cinnamon-colored breasts shook and
jiggled playfully.  "You can do it, Ronnie!", she encouraged  her
friend.  "Look!  I can do it!"

Pulling her knees up to right behind her behemoth bosom, Veronica
sat up.  Although her breasts were now  much,  much  heavier,  to
Veronica's  surprise,  she  lifted  them easily up off the floor.
They hovered and jiggled just inches from the floor  as  Veronica
positioned herself to rise to her feet.

"Just  do  it,  Ronnie!",  Sherrie exhorted.  "You're bigger, but
your back, shoulder,  and abdomen muscles are much stronger  than
before.  Its really no problem carrying these babies around!"

Veronica  stood  up.  "I can't believe it, Sherrie!", she gasped,
"Look how big we are!"  She curved her arms around the mighty arc
of  her newly-sprouted breast-flesh, grabbing the swollen nipples
at the apex.  As she bent over, Veronica nearly touched the floor
with  her  tits. She shook them vigorously, slapping them against
the tops of her thighs, then stood upright again,  still  shaking
them.  They heaved and tossed like a ship in a stormy sea.

Laughing   ,  Veronica  hoisted her huge breasts with both hands,
marveling at their girth,  weight,  and  size.   "Now  these  are
tits!", she exclaimed.  "And look at you, Sherrie-berry!  I don't
remember you being so tall!"

Sherrie lifted her right arm, drawing her nails slowly across the
ceiling.   "We're  just  big  all  over,  Ronnie love.  She paced
around the cabin, listening with pleasure  to  the  solid  thump!
thump!  thump!  her  big  new body  made on the wood floor.  "You
gotta learn to walk with these big titties, Ronnie",  she  added,
"you gotta go in the same direction they're going, and not change
direction suddenly."  Inadvertently, though, she knocked the lamp
off her bedside table when she turned.

Both  girls turned to face Missy, who was still slumbering peace-
fully on Sherrie's bed.  Her fine blonde hair had thickened,  and
now fell in great masses about her neck and shoulders.  Her moun-
tainous new breasts, capped with pink areolae the  size  of  tea-
saucers, and nipples the size of Vienna sausages, sprawled on ei-
ther side of her in the bed.  "I'll get her  up",  Sherrie  said,
standing  over  her.  She felt a release down in her mighty tits,
and two torrents of milk came streaming out again, drenching Mis-
sy, the cot, Sherrie's sheets and blankets.

"Hey!", shouted Veronica.  "Don't waste that stuff, Sherrie!"

"I  got  gallons,  Ronnie my chocolate", Sherrie replied proudly.
"And if I run out, I can make  more."   Missy  was  coughing  and
sputtering  as  Sherrie's  milk  played about her face and mouth.
She sat up, her majestic new breasts pulling the sheets and blan-
kets up with her and tossing them onto the floor.  "Sherrie! Stop
that!", pleaded Missy.

"Happy big-tit-day, Missy Melons!  If you thought  you  were  big
before,  you  should see yourself now!", gloated  Sherrie.  Missy
looked down at her new  splendor  and  gasped.   "Ohmigod!",  she
shouted,  "lookit  the  size of me!"  She jumped to her feet, her
huge breasts bobbling on either side of her.   Looking  first  at
Sherrie,  then  at Veronica, then at herself, she began to laugh.
"The three titty-girls!  Now I remember,  Sherrie,  you  got  big
first,  then  we  drank  your  milk, and we got big.  But you had
something else, something that felt so **good**"

Sherrie reached under her immense  left  breast  and  patted  her
pussy  area.   "I  still got it, Missy", she explained, "I'm just
saving it for later!"  Moving in towards  Sherrie,  the  tips  of
whose big breasts were still drip-drip-dripping  with her recent-
ly-expelled milk, Missy touched her engorged nipple to  Sherrie's
equally  swollen,  and  still  lactiferous, right breast.  "Thank
you, Sherrie!", she said humbly.  "I  love  my  new  breasts.   I
liked  it before, when I was bigger than all the other girls.  It
made me feel proud.  Now, I don't know.  I feel so special,  like
I'm chosen."

Veronica  moved  in to complete the circle, her big dusky breasts
complementing Missy's lambs-wool-white and Sherrie's  light  tan.
The  three  joined  hands.   For a while, they just stared at the
change that had taken place.  Tall and powerful, with  impossibly
large,  full,  firm, queenly breasts, they knew something special
had happened to them.  "We aren't little  girls  any  more",  re-
marked Missy.

The three girls lined up for a mutual admiration session. Sherrie
was the tallest by a whisker, although all three of them  had  to
duck  to  keep  from  beaning  themselves  on  the overhead lamp.
Veronica, to her delight, found she had the  biggest  tits,  even
if, once again, there wasn't a handful of difference between them
all.

Brushing her short dark hair  away  from  her  forehead,  Sherrie
looked  at  her  new face.  It was recognisible as  the same, al-
though the nose was longer and finer, the eyelashes  longer,  the
lips  full  and more sensuous-looking.  A couple of blemishes had
disappeared, and her skin glowed a ruddy copper  color  over  her
entire body.

"If  we  could can and sell what this stuff does, girls", Sherrie
mused, "we'd be in tall cotton!"

Stepping away from the mirror, Sherrie let Veronica  admire  her-
self.  The black girl's face had broadened only slightly, enhanc-
ing her perfect oval shape.  Her eyes seemed somehow  larger  and
darker,  and  they glittered with a secret fire that wasn't there
before.  Veronica lifted her hand and  touched  her  face.   "You
didn't  just  give  me  big  tits, Sherrie-berry, but you made me
beautiful as well "You were beautiful  before,  Ronnie",  replied
Sherrie.

"Yeah. Thanks", murmured Veronica. "This is another kind of beau-
ty, though."  Veronica passed her hands through her  thick  black
locks, then grabbed the sides of her huge, beanbag-sized breasts.

"We're goddesses now", observed Veronica.

"Goddesses?", Missy remarked.  She snapped her fingers, expecting
the walls to crumble.  Nothing happened.  "I feel great!  Strong!
But I don't know if I feel like a goddess."

 "Sherrie had powers before she grew", explained Veronica.   "She
drank  milk  from  a  girl  named Amanda, and it gave her powers.
Now, she's big, and she's made us big.  I would guess her  powers
are much stronger now, and I bet we start developing powers, too.
Just look at you, Missy!"

It was true.  Missy had come out of the  ordeal  with  an  almost
preternatural beauty.  All three of the girls had enjoyed a milk-
given beauty treatment, and Sherrie appreciated this most of all,
as she had never been as pretty as Veronica or Missy.


"Its  not  fair,  Ronnie!", laughed Sherrie.  "No matter how gor-
geous we little brown girls get, the gringas  always  put  us  to
shame!"   Missy  came  up  to  look at herself in the mirror, and
gasped at what she saw.  Her hair, once fine  and  straight,  had
thickened  and  curled, and now tumbled in great cascading masses
over her shoulders and large breasts.  Her green eyes shone emer-
ald-like from a flawless cream-colored complexion.  All traces of
immaturity and girlishness had fled from Missy's  face,  and  she
looked ageless, a living statue of epic proportions.

Bending over to peer out the window, Sherrie brought their musing
to a halt.  "I can hear all the others", she said, "they're  down
at  the  corral  putting the horses away after the flag exercise.
Silversheen and  Dark Prancer are hurt.  Beth Franklin's been  on
the  Prancer,  and that mincing little bitch Amy Parmenter's been
on my Silversheen.  We need to get down there!"

Veronica put her hands on her hips, causing  a  near-tsanaumi  in
her vast breasts.  "And what are we gonna do for clothes, Sherrie
Rodriguez?  Even goddesses have to wear something!"

"Shower up", remarked Sherrie noncomittally, "and let's get  this
place  cleaned up.  It won't do for our first day as goddesses to
have to live in a pigsty.  I'll handle the clothes."

Falling to the task  with  enthusiasm,  the  three  girls  swept,
scrubbed and policed the cabin.  They stripped the wet sheets and
blankets from the beds, replacing them  with  fresh  ones.   Then
they  showered in their turns.  An hour or so later, scrubbed and
shining, the three girls, still as naked as God  had  made  them,
stood in the center of the cabin.

Sherrie  waved her hand in front of Veronica.  In an instant, she
was clothed in a sumptuous red gown that clung to her  every  new
curve  like  a  glove.  Instinctively, Veronica put a hand on her
chest to feel the fabric, but touched only bare  skin.   "Its  an
illusion,  Ronnie  dear,  but  it'll  work if you don't stray too
far", she cautioned.  Then she passed her hand in front of Missy,
dressing  her in white, with white gloves and blue ribbons in her
thick blonde hair.

"But I'm still naked, Sherrie!", complained Missy.

"No one will see you, Missy", Sherrie explained, "unless you  get
more than fifty or so feet away from me.  I'm getting stronger by
the minute, but, still, better stick close by."

Veronica was enchanted by her illusory finery.  She posed  either
way,  delighted  to  see  that  the illusion extended to mirrors.
Sherrie passed her hands in front of herself, and stood  revealed
in  a  spectacular  green  gown that plunged precipitously in the
front,  exposing  a  capacious  and  breathtaking  cleavage.   "I
wouldn't  worry too much, darlings", she said soothingly.  "We're
rich girls, remember?  My poppy gave me a Gold Visa card before I
left  'for  emergencies'.   If this doesn't qualify, I don't know
what does.  And I bet the two of you got something as well."

"American Express Optima", replied Missy, holding the card up.

"Gold Master Card, with my own name!", laughed Veronica.

"Well, then, the first order of business for the teenage goddess-
es  of  the  Vanderleer  Equestrian Academy is to charge some new
clothes on Daddy's credit cards!", Sherrie laughed.  This common-
place  suggestion comforted them all after the outrageous changes
that had taken place that afternoon.

"How are we gonna get Mrs. Vanderleer to let  us  go  into  town?
She says no one goes into town", asked Missy.

Sherrie  pushed  her hair back on her head, thrusting her immense
bosom out into the center of the cabin.  "Goddesses aren't  **al-
lowed**  to do things.  Goddesses allow others to do things.  Get
used to it, girls.  We're on top from here on out!"


