Dr Hooters  Pt XXXIV



Putting her hands on her growing chest, Mary Lou felt the  breast
tissue  swell under her touch.  Her custom-made bra was beginning
to tighten on the sides and on the shoulder straps as Mary  Lou's
burgeoning breasts cut into it.

"Ooauww,  that hurts", she complained, digging around at the side
band of her increasingly constaining bra.

"A word of advice, Mary Lou", counseled Jill, "is  that  you  may
want to slip your bra off before you get too big."

"Roger,  please!", Mary Lou implored, turning towards Roger.  Her
beefy boobs had pulled the T-shirt completely out of her  shorts,
and  Roger could see how the inadequate bra was pushing the grow-
ing mass of tit-flesh in and away, under her armpits and over the
tops of the cups.

Attempting  to  unhook  Mary  Lou's  brassiere from behind, Roger
found the number and intracacy of the  snaps  defeated  him.   He
pulled a pair of scissors out from under a cash register, slipped
up  Mary Lou's back, found the back strap, and cut it.

"Lord above, that was tight!", Mary Lou sighed with relief as her
big  breasts ballooned outward, freed from the restraints of Mary
Lou's shorn brassiere.  They billowed  out  noticibly,  trembling
and shaking and heaving against the T-shirt.

By  now,  a small crowd of curious onlookers had begun to gather,
and Roger tried to keep them away from Mary Lou, who by  now  had
grown  to  about double her previous size, and who was continuing
to make noises like a sick cat.

"I think we ought to get her out of here, Roger", Jill explained.
She could end up as big as us in a very short time!"

Nodding  his head, Roger grabbed Mary Lou by the arm.  "A-a-augh!
A-au-au-o-ow!", she moaned, stroking her growing breasts with her
free  hand.  By now, Mary Lou had quite filled the T-shirt to ca-
pacity, and the pressure of her swelling tits was creating stress
lines  in  the  fabric that threatened to rend it apart.  Most of
Mary Lou's abdomen was exposed now, and the very bottoms  of  her
big boobs were peeking out from underneath.

Jill  and Blair ran interference as Roger guided the moaning Mary
Lou out of the department store.  "The shirt's  too  tight!   The
shirt's  too  tight!",  she complained as Roger hustled her along
through the growing crowd.  As soon as the got  her  through  the
main  entrance  and  out into the parking lot, Mary Lou's T-shirt
gave a rending sound as the fabric started to tear  away  at  the
shoulders.

Mary Lou stumbled again as another tremor of pleasure ran through
her.  Blair stooped to catch her as it looked as though  she  was
going  to  hit her head on the pavement, but Mary Lou had already
grown quite enough padding on her chest to protect herself.   She
moaned  again,  and v-v-v-v-r-r-r-i-i-i-p!, the seams holding her
T-shirt together began to tear away at the  shoulders  and  under
the arms.

Roger  could  see  Mary Lou's expanding tits straining agaist the
fabric of the T-shirt down the brutally  overstretched  neckline.
He stared at Jill and Blair, then back at Mary Lou.  Was Mary Lou
going to get as big as these two, he wondered.  If  so,  she  was
well  on  her way.  Her breasts, formerly more than a handful and
delightfully so, were now more like a shovel-full.

Blair opened the side door of the Aerostar and Mary  Lou  climbed
in,  with  Roger  following closely behind.  Blair and Jill clam-
bered into the front seats, and the van pulled out of  the  shop-
ping center parking lot.

Just  in  time,  too, for Mary Lou let out another low growl, and
Jill heard the snapping and popping of tearing  fabric  from  the
back  seat.   "Oh  God!  I'm  getting  so big!  It feels so good!
Jill, why didn't you tell me it felt so good to  grow  these  big
tits?"   Mary  Lou's  T-shirt  now had several rents in the front
where her newly sprouted mammary majesty could be seen,and  there
was a small, but noticible damp spot in the middle of her shorts.

Roger noticed this, and began getting hard himself.

"Ah-ah-ah-a-a-a-HHH!", Mary  Lou  sang  as  her  breasts  pounded
through  the  last  shreds of Mary Lou's T-shirt and bobbled into
the open air.  They had grown to the  size  of  volleyballs,  and
Mary Lou thrust them up into Roger's face.

"You  always  liked  my  breasts,  Roger!  Admit it!  What do you
think of them now?", she moaned.

In reply, Roger began stroking and massaging Mary  Lou's  massive
breasts.   Her  thumb-sized  nipples sprang immediately to atten-
tion.  "They're beautiful, Mary Lou!",  he  cried,  rolling  Mary
Lou's plump nipples between his forefinger and thumb.

This  drove  Mary  Lou into paroxysms of delight, and her breasts
swelled noticibly  in  Roger's  hands,  stretching  and  filling,
thrusting  their  way  into his palms, getting heavier.  Mary Lou
was quite wet by this time, and she  reached  under  her  growing
swelling breasts and thrust her hands into her shorts.

"Oh  God,  Roger", she moaned.  "I'm so horny!  The bigger I get,
the hornier I get, and the hornier I get, the oh, oh, no! a-a-au-
ugh!"   Mary  Lou's  huge tits welled out even further.  When she
tried to move away from Roger, she found that  the  tips  of  her
nipples brushed against the back of the front seat.

Rubbing  her  pubes  vigorously,  Mary Lou began rocking back and
forth in an attempt to reduce the furious tension  in  her  chest
and  stomach.   "Jill, Jill!", she screamed, "Blair!  Was it like
this for you?  I'm gonna attack Roger soon!"

Jill laughed.  "All I had at hand was Brendon.  You're lucky, but
to  be honest, I never had it come on as strong as it seems to be
with you."

"E-e-ya-a-ah!"   Mary Lou's tits swelled  out  again,  flattening
against  the  front seat of the van, and pushing her back against
her own seat.  "I think I'm bigger than you are, Blair.  Its hard
to say."  Mary Lou's jugs covered her whole lap, and Roger had to
crawl out of the seat beside her.  Mary Lou struggled out of  her
sopping shorts, and pressed down on her huge boobs to keep up the
pressure on her aching, throbbing clit.  The free-flowing  juices
of her desires soaked the undersides of her great mams.

Jill pushed the gate opener, and pulled into the courtyard of her
secluded mansion.  Moving behind her in the seat,  Roger  reached
his  arms  under  Mary  Lou's  swollen  breasts and encircled her
waist.  Mary Lou was not a delicate girl. She  was  too  fond  of
Cuban  cooking  and  too  little  fond of exercise to remain very
svelte.

In the end, Roger was forced to call on Blair and Jill for assis-
tance.   With  his head wedged between Jill's massive pair on one
side, and Blair's on the other, and reaching under Mary Lou's in-
creasingly ponderous, soft. pliant, mass of boob-meat, Roger felt
as though he had died and gone  to  tit-heaven.   There  must  be
close  to a quarter-ton of boob here, he thought to himself as he
pulled.

With effort, they managed to extract Mary Lou from the back seat,
and  pull  her clear of the car.  When she stood up for the first
time in the courtyard, Jill saw that Mary Lou had  indeed  passed
both  herself  and Blair.  Mary Lou's breasts jutted aggressively
out from her body, and the bottoms hovered just above  her  drip-
ping  pussy.   There  was  no way Mary Lou could reach around the
front of her huge orbs to grab her nipples.  As long as a  catsup
bottle,  and  as thick as a beer can, they were as unreachable as
the other side of the moon.

Astounded by her new abundance, Mary Lou grabbed both  sides  and
shook  them  hard.  "They're huge!  Jill !  Blair !  Look how BIG
they are!  I LOVE IT!!!  Ou-ou-ou-gh!  They're growing again!"

Sure enough, Mary Lou's breasts began  to  swell  gently  outward
once  again,  reaching the top of her thighs.  Movement came with
difficulty now, as her massive mams slap- slap-  slapped  against
her  thighs  as she walked.  Roger volunteered to clib underneath
and carry her huge tits on his shoulders.

"Its the least I can do", he offered, but he found  it  difficult
going  as  the official dairy porter, as Mary Lou's boobs weighed
at least fifty pounds apiece by now.

"We better put you in a bedroom on  the  ground  floor  for  now,
M.L.", Jill instructed, "until you stop growing and we can figure
out what's going on with you."   This decision made, they bundled
Mary Lou into an enormous guest bedroom overlooking the pool.

She  collapsed onto the king-sized bed, her chair-sized mammaries
flopping on either side of her chest.  her lubricants were  soak-
ing the bedspread and the sheets, and she pulled Roger to her.

"Could  you  two  leave  us  alone  for  a  while,  Jill?  Blair?
Please!", she pleaded.

Jill judiciously closed the door.

"How big do you think she's going to get?", Blair asked.

"Time will tell", Jill answered.

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Roger stood at the foot of the bed in awe of Mary Lou's gargantu-
an  knockers.   They  sprawled  on either side of her like fleshy
hills, and between them, her snatch  glistened  like  a  diamond.
"Lover,  Roger,  please!",  Mary  Lou  pleaded  from the bed, her
mighty breasts heaving with her breathing and her motion.

Stripping off his shirt and suit pants, Roger  was  surprised  at
the  stiffness and insistence of his erection.  When he pulled of
his boxers, Mary Lou went into another spasm of delight, and  her
breasts  thrust  further  skyward  and  inched  slightly down her
thighs.  "Mary Lou", he asked in a trembling voice, "if just  the
sight  of my cock makes you grow, how big will you get if I actu-
ally fuck you?"

"Don't worry about that, lover", she commanded. "Just come  here!

Roger settled himself into the cavern between Mary Lou's behemoth
jugs.  They heaved and tossed with the exertion, and  he  finally
got  himself  postioned over the top of Mary Lou, and could giver
her a long deep kiss.  Mary Lou responded by thrusting her pelvis
hard against his, moving back and forth until the dripping pot of
her snatch was positioned where it hovered only scant inched away
from the tip of Roger's turgid dick.

Slowly,  Roger slid his dick into Mary Lou's volcanic pussy.  The
heat and the sensation almost made him  come  on  the  spot.   He
leaned up slightly to bring the shaft of his dick to bear on Mary
Lou's swollen clit, and she thrashed in response.   "A-a-u-ugh!",
she  screamed, and her big tits got even bigger.  they now loomed
like a wall of flesh on either side of him, obscuring his view of
the  room.  All he could see was Mary Lou's eager face opening of
the canyon of her breasts.

He began to pump, and the movement brought Mary Lou's breasts to-
gether  against  his  body, slap! slap!  Her breasts were growing
constantly now, as Mary Lou's  sexual  excitement  began  to  in-
crease.   They  reached  her knees, and towered well over Roger's
head on either side.

"Don't crush me between your big tits, Mary  Lou!",  he  pleaded.
If they roll over me, I'll be smothered!"

In response, Mary Lou began pumping harder against his cock.  She
was a strong girl, and had always been quite athletic in bed, but
now  with each thrust, it seemed she was pulling Roger deeper and
deeper into herself.  It seemed she had developed  a  small  fist
inside  her  vagina that grabbed the tip of Roger's cock and held
it tight.  He could hear it pop! each time he withdrew for a  new
thrust.

Mary  Lou  was  panting  heavily and moaning in a low voice.  Her
boobs, what Roger could see of them from behind, reached now down
past  her knees practically to her ankles.  Breast flesh began to
close over the top of him as he lunged, and he began  to  feel  a
twinge of genuine fear.

"Au-au-aur-r-rgh!",  screamed  Mary Lou, and with a thud!, one of
her breasts fell off the bed and onto the floor.  This gave Roger
some  maneuvering room, but the weight of the huge tit threatened
to pull Mary Lou and Roger over the side  with  it.   He  grabbed
harder to the other breast and dug in.

Soon,  Roger  began to feel the onset of his building orgasm, and
fear and disgust departed.  Mary Lou, as well, began  to  counter
him  with  a series of short, rapid pelvic thrusts that signalled
her cresting excitement.  Pulling himself up into  Mary  Lou,  he
crossed  the point of no return, and began writhing in passion as
his hot spunk erupted into Mary Lou's  crevasse.   Mary  Lou  re-
sponded  with a great shout, and shuddered with the impact of her
own orgasm.

In mortal danger of suffocation, Roger clambered out of the clos-
ing  gap between Mary Lou's titanic mams and up on top of the one
still on the bed.  He gasped as it swelled  rapidly  towards  the
ceiling,  carrying  him  along with it.  The other tit grew along
the floor, pushing a rug and a chair out of the way as it contin-
ued its inexorable growth.

"You  look  kinda  cute up there, Roger", Mary Lou cooed from far
below.  "Come on down!"  Roger dropped off the tit and  onto  the
bed beside Mary Lou.

"Be  a  doll,  Roger,  and  help  me get over onto my side!", she
asked.  Roger pulled on his underwear, walked around to the other
side  of  the  bed,  and lifted as much as he could of Mary Lou's
vast fallen breast, which filled most of the middle of the  room.
As  she  turned  in the bed, Roger heaved it up, marveling at its
vast size and girth.  Finally, with a great push,  he  pushed  it
over  the  top  of his girlfriend's body, and onto the bed on the
other side.

"Mary Lou, that tit must weigh well over a hundred fifty  pounds.
How are you gonna walk?"

"I'll  worry  about that later, lover", she replied.  "I want you
to come over here now."

Roger picked his way around the bed and plopped down in the  nar-
row  strand of bed that Mary Lou's couch-sized breasts didn't oc-
cupy.

"Suck my titties, Roger!", she  commanded  imperiously  over  the
tops  of  her Brontosaurian breasts.  "Make love to my huge, huge
tits!"

Roger submitted.  He found it more comfortable to  position  him-
self  with his feet at the head of the bed, so that he could rest
his head near the  tips  of  his  girlfriends  deliriously  large
breasts.   Mary Lou's areolae and nipples filled his field of vi-
sion.  This must be how a baby feels, he thought.   Yet  no  baby
has ever had a chance like this.  Each of these howzas weighs al-
most as much as I do.

Mary Lou's swollen, distended nipples were  each  the  length  of
Roger's  forearms  and  as  thick  as  an Hawaiian Punch can.  He
touched one, and felt the whole gelationous mass  of  Mary  Lou's
boobs  shake  with delight.  No way I'm gonna get one of them all
the way in my mouth, he thought.  He began licking the  very  tip
of  the  nipple  nearest  him,  and pulled himself in towards the
overwhelming wall of Mary Lou's breast-flesh.

Feeling a wave of sleepiness wash over him, Roger lifted the mas-
sive  top  breast  up and crawled in between them.  He folded his
arms over the bottom tit and let the top one flop over him, clos-
ing  around  him like a glove.  Only his head stuck out from Mary
Lou's cleavage, and the breast underneath him bouyed him  like  a
waterbed.   He  fell  asleep  with Mary Lou's soft moaning in his
ears, and the gentle trembling  of  her  breasts  underneath  and
above him.


