Dr Hooters  Pt XXXIII



Mary  Lou  stood  in  front of the mirror, examining her breasts.
She lifted first one, then the other, moving her hands  in  small
circles,  investigating  the underlying tissue.  "Nope", she con-
cluded.  "They're the same size they've always  been.   The  tin-
gling hasn't stopped,  though."

Blair  looked  over her shoulder.  "Mine always tingled right be-
fore they started growing, Mary Lou", she commented, "but  you've
been here for three days, and there's been no growth yet."

Jill  agreed.   "You need to get on with your life, Mary Lou.  If
you start growing, you can always come back here."

Mary Lou gave her left breast one last careful heft.  Her breasts
were  large and conical, standing out on her broad chest like two
towers on a wall.  She moved to the left, then to the right.  De-
spite  their size, her large breasts were firm and dense, without
any sign of sag or droop.

Reluctantly, Mary Lou bent over, settling her  breasts  into  the
cups  of  her  bra.  "I might look like the charter member of the
Itty Bitty Titty Committee around this house", she said, "but  no
one's ever accused me of being flat-chested.  Still, I kinda wish
I'd piss or get off the pot, as they say.  This tingling is driv-
ing me nuts!"

Maurice the butler came in with a VCR tape and handed it to Jill,
who put it into the VCR player mounted  next  to  the  TV.   "You
speak  Spanish,  Mary  Lou.   I wnat you to see  what you make of
this"

The show was a copy of a popular Spanish variety  show  broadcast
every  Saturday.   There  was a lot of singing and dancing, and a
lot of practical jokes played on various guests.   Jill  hit  the
fast  forward  until  a  very,  very tall girl appeared on the TV
screen.  The host, a portly man with a wide smile was  interview-
ing a young girl who towered over him like a royal palm.

"That's  Marsha  Sanchez!", shouted Mary Lou.  "She's a friend of
Sherrie's! "

"I met her at your house, Mary Lou", added Blair.   "It  was  her
fifteenth birthday we were celebrating, wasn't it?"

"Mother  of  God,  look  at the size of her", Mary Lou commented.
"She must be eight feet tall easy.  How did she get so big?"

The girl on the show was dressed in a silver lame miniskirt  that
accentuated  her  remarkable figure.  She had very large breasts,
even proportionally, and her  enormous  40-gallon-trash-bag-sized
breasts  loomed over the TV show host like rain-laden clouds.  In
addition, her long thick dark hair hung practically to her knees.
The  TV  show  host appeared to be cracking a few jokes about the
girl's height,  but there  were  only  a  few  scattered  nervous
laughs from the audience, who were clearly impressed by the beau-
tiful young giantess.

"What's he saying?", asked Jill.

Mary Lou translated.  "Its mostly talk about whether she finds it
difficult to buy clothes.  She says no, her mother owns a garment
factory in Hialeah.  He just made a crack about underwear, refer-
ring  to  her  breasts, whether she can find underwear that fits.
She doesn't answer."

Jill shifted in her seat.  "Is he asking her how she got so big?"

"No.   Sorry.   Right now they're talking about how she rescued a
kitten out of a tree, and how she does a bit bill collecting.  He
asked her whether she had a boy friend.  That kind of stuff."

The  segment came to an and when the young giantess bent over and
kissed the host on top of his head.  She had to bend over a  con-
siderable  distance to do this, and the host was quite discomfit-
ed.  The crowd burst into applause for the  young  giantess,  who
blew  a  few kisses to the audience, said hello to her mother and
father, then strode confidently off the stage.

"She's ballsy to be wearing heels", remarked Jill.

"She's Cuban", answered Mary Lou.  "She's gonna look good even if
she's twelve feet tall."

"If it is Marsha, do you think...", began Blair.

"It  is  Marsha.",  responded Mary Lou.  "She's been at the house
enough that she's like my third sister.  She and Sherrie are  in-
separable, or were until this summer.  Its her, all right."

"She's  been exposed", Jill said darkly.  "The breasts are a dead
give away.  No offense, Mary Lou, but no one gets **that** big on
their own."

"None taken.  Marsha's never been large", Mary Lou said, "I think
that's why she and Sherrie were so close.  Sherrie admitted to me
before she left that she and Marsha had had a little drink off of
Amanda.  So, if she's been affected, then chances are Sherrie has
as well."

"We  need  to  get  right up there, then!", Blair said excitedly.
"She may know..."

"Amanda was long gone when I got back to the cottage, remember?",
finished  Mary  Lou.   "When  Marsha and Sherrie had their little
milk-shake, it was before Amanda disappeared."

"But that was over three weeks ago!", Blair blurted out,  desper-
ate  for  any connection to her sister.  "Why did it take so long
for Marsha...?"

Jill finished the thought.  "Chances are  Marsha's  been  growing
slowly and steadily since then.  The hormone doesn't seem to have
any set method of working.  It changed me instantly, and  Brenda.
But  with you and Amanda, it took weeks.  Also, remember that its
been filtered through Brenda's formerly male body.  I'm dry.  Al-
ways have been."

"Brenda's dry too, now.  But I'm not", Blair responded.

"Anyway,  even  if  there's no chance of locating your sister, we
need to get ahold of Marsha", Jill continued.  "We  need  to  get
everyone  together,  your  sister, your mother, your grandmother,
this girl, Mary Lou's sister, everyone, before  this  stuff  gets
out  of  hand.   We  can't have women ballooning out all over the
continent."

Mary Lou laughed.  "Why not?"

"Because for one thing, Julie, the woman who attacked  me  up  in
Pompano,  is  still  at large.  She's a maniac, at best.  I don't
think she planned anything good for your  sister,  Blair,  and  I
still fear she may be looking for her as frantically as we should
be."

"Then, there's the issue of these special powers  and  abilities.
I've been gifted with unusual intellectual ablities and sensitiv-
ities.  Blair, you have  massive  bodily  strength,  although  we
still  have  to work at developing it.  From what you've told me,
your  sister  may  be  developing  telepathic  and  tele-empathic
skills.   I  hope  so.   She'll  certainly need them if she's out
there alone with Julie looking for her."

"But Brenda...", began Blair.

"Brenda used to be Brendon.  A man.  The hormone seems to provoke
meta-abilities in women alone.  Why, I don't yet know."

Mary  Lou finished dressing, buttoning up her blouse and brushing
out her hair.   "So, we go find Marsha first, huh?"

"Do you know where she lives, Mary Lou?", Jill asked.

"I know where her mother's factory is", Mary Lou responded.

"We need to get up there today, then, after lunch", Jill conclud-
ed.

"We  have  to pass by Dadeland on the way up.  Can I stop off and
see Roger at  Burdine's, Jill?  I  promised  him  before  I  came
here..."

"Yeah.   I  don't  see why not.  I wouldn't mind getting a little
shopping in before the apocalypse myself!", laughed Jill.

****************

Jill's Aerostar pulled up into the Dadeland parking lot, and  the
three  women  got out.  Almost instantly, a crowd formed, as Jill
and Blair sauntered into the main entrance of the mall.  Jill was
awe-inspiring  in  her  white jumpsuit and white heels.  Mary Lou
guessed she was showing about eighteen inches  of  cleavage,  and
still, she had most of her big breasts covered.

"One  thing I'd have to get used to, hanging out with you two, is
how to  do  without  so  much  attention",  Mary  Lou  commented.
"Those big tits sure know how to draw a crowd.  I only hope Roger
doesn't notice."

Blair, wearing her customary blue jeans and  tight,  low-cut  red
top,   shook  her tits at the crowd, causing a general commotion.
"If he does, Mary Lou", she replied,  "he  wasn't  worth  keeping
anyway."

"Easy for you to say, Chesty", laughed Mary Lou. Dressed modestly
in a loose blue T-shirt and white jeans shorts with white athlet-
ic  socks  and  blue  Keds,  Mary Lou's own remarkable figure was
causing at least a portion of the commotion.

"If you have a breast man on your hands, Mary Lou",  Jill  inter-
jected,  "I  don't think you'll suffer by comparison.  Something,
though, tells me you don't have anything to worry about."




Burdine's turned out to be quite a tight fit for Jill and  Blair.
Blair, indeed, toppled a whole display table of mannequins with a
sudden turn.  "Oops! Sorry!", she said to the young man who  hus-
tled over to correct the problem.

"You need to watch what you're doing with, er, watch where you're
going, young lady", he scolded.  Then he straightened up and rec-
ognized  Mary Lou.  "Ohmigod, Mary Lou!  I might have guessed she
was a friend of yours!"

"He blushes nicely", Jill commented.  "That's a nice trait  in  a
man."

Roger  was almost completely undone when he caught sight of Jill.
"Mary Lou!", he screamed like a drowning man.

"Relax, Roger!", Mary Lou laughed, "They don't bite!  Look!"  She
reached over and patted Jill's gargantuan right breast.  "They're
quite tame, really!"

Roger drew himself to his full height, and regained a  little  of
his  composure.  He was tall, sandy-haired, with classic, aristo-
cratic features; a high brow  with  a  thin  nose,  narrow  lips,
crinkly brown eyes, and large expresive hands.

"He's handsome, Mary Lou!", gushed Blair.

Mary  Lou  laughed.   "Get  your claws off him, Blair!  I saw him
first!"  She linked an arm with his.

Roger took Mary Lou's hand and rubbed it.  "Introduce me to  your
friends, Mary Lou."

Mary  Lou  smiled  and  presented Blair and Jill to Roger.  Well-
mannered and well-groomed in  a  conservative  grey  suit,  black
shoes  and  a  maroon  old-school tie, Roger made a hit with Mary
Lou's two friends.  Most importantly, he had learned how  to  ad-
dress large-breasted women, directing his attention to their eyes
and faces rather than to their chests.

"This one's a keeper, Mary Lou", said Jill  blithely.   They  all
laughed.

Roger  lay  his hand over Mary Lou's shoulder.  "Mary Lou, I have
to go back to the University today after work.  Can I pick you up
at five?"

"Uh, I dunno, Roger.  Jill, are we gonna be finished by five?"

"We should be.  Ask him to come by the house.  He'll be a welcome
change from the whore-hoppers Brenda drags home."

Suddenly, Mary Lou groaned and slipped to the floor.  Roger  bent
over to help her up.  "What happened, Mary Lou?", Blair asked.

Mary  Lou  was gasping for air as she staggered back to her feet.
"Oh my God!", she moaned, "I never knew it felt this good!"

Roger was puzzled.  "What's going on here?"

Jill took Roger by the arm and  pulled  him  over  to  the  side.
"Roger,  I  know your too polite to have mentioned it, but didn't
you find Blair and I more generously built than most women?"

Mary Lou was rubbing her breasts frantically as Roger looked over
at  her.  "You two have the biggest breasts I've ever seen on any
woman, bar none", he said without emotion, "but if you think  I'm
interested in Mary Lou only because of her figure, you're wrong!"

"I didn't say you were, Roger.  Guys like you are few and far be-
tween",  she  continued,  "but  still, I hope you like big boobs,
'cause Mary Lou's gonna have 'em."

"Mary Lou's already got 'em.  She doesn't need to  get  any  big-
ger."

"Look!",  Jill  pointed  to  Mary Lou's slowly billowing T-shirt.
Mary Lou had put on a fairly loose-fitting T-shirt. Since she had
a  forty-five  inch  bust, she often found it more comfortable to
wear a large or an extra-large T-shirt, but it was  obvious  that
something was going on underneath the T-shirt, since the top half
of it was moving slowly outward from Mary Lou's body.

Mary Lou, supported by Blair, smiled sheepishly at Roger.   "A-a-
au-o-w!", she grimaced.  "Oh, that feels good!  Roger, my breasts
are growing.  I can feel them.  I hope you don't mind."

"Uh, why should I mind?"  Roger started at Mary Lou's T-shirt  as
it  began  to  pull  away from the waistline of her shorts, and a
slight bit of her abdomen showed.  Mary Lou's breasts had expand-
ed  to  the  point  where  she comfortably filled out the vast T-
shirt, but they were still growing.


























































