Dr Hooters - Pt XL 
by the Road Dog
THE CASTAWAY 


Scotty  sank  under  the  waves again, and Amanda could no longer
reach him and still maintain her grip on the capsized  motorboat.
Frightened  beyond  measure  by the ferocity of the wind whipping
against her, and the waves pounding the small craft, Amanda  mar-
shalled her forces and broadcast to the shore:

--helphelphelp boydrowning! pleasehelp comequick notime --

Then,  reaching  deeply into Scotty's unconscious brain, she shut
down all non-necessary functions.  Slowing his heartbeat to prac-
tically nothing, she lessened his need for respiration.  Lowering
his basal metabolism was harder- she wasn't familiar enough  with
her strange new abilities to get it right on the first try.

When  she was finished, though, Scotty was just barely alive, and
the water wouldn't be able to do him much more damage.  He was as
likely  to survive as she was, and, judging from the intensity of
the mental static in the background,  they weren't  more  than  a
couple of miles from shore.

It  wouldn't be long before she was in Scotty's shoes anyway, she
thought.  The boat had taken on a lot of water, and it was  sink-
ing  rapidly.  Soon, there'd be another wreck on the shallow bot-
tom for divers to investigate.  Her enormous  breasts  bobbed  in
the  water  on  either  side  of  her.  At least these float, she
thought with relief.  I probably couldn't sink if I tried.

The next wave broke Amanda's grip on the sinking boat and  washed
her clear.  To her delight, she found that, indeed, her oversized
breasts served as built-in flotation devices,  keeping  her  head
well  out  of  the water.  She relaxed, breathing deeply when she
could, letting the pressure of the wind  and  waves  against  her
great  buoy-like  breasts  steer her towards shore.  I'm going to
make it!, she thought with relief.  I'm going to make it.

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

Tropical Storm Henry, eighth of the season,  made  landfall  late
that  afternoon just north of  Century Beach, lashing the Flagler
County coastline with gale force winds and heavy  rains.   Fortu-
nately,  no  damage  was  sustained,  and the power went out only
briefly,  which made for a splendid hurricane party at 1401 Ocean
Drive, summer residence of, among others, Karen Pollock.

Actually,  only Karen's name was on the lease, but, as there were
six bedrooms, ample space for cots, and large, overstuffed  sofa-
beds  in  the living room, there were always lots of girls coming
and going, staying for a week, two weeks, a month.  Karen  passed
the  hat  for  the  rent at the beginning of each month, prorated
against each girl's length of stay and use of house resources.

The week of the  storm,  though,  saw  an  increase  in  traffic.
Three  of Karen's old buddies from their senior year cheerleading
squad, Chrissy Simmons, Courtney  Penrose,  and  Susie  Kim,  had
moved  in.   Tarah  Williams, a light-skinned Jamaican girl Karen
had met working part-time at the Corona Real resort had  the  at-
tic, and Ginny Marshall a girl from Iowa and a friend of Susan's,
had the basement.

In addition, Candy Ogden, a thirty-two year  old  secretary  from
the county clerk's office, was staying with them as well.  An ac-
quaintance of Karen's parents, Candy was going  through  a  messy
divorce  from  her  husband Bruce, and had begged one of the back
bedrooms for herself and her nine year old daughter Ashley.   The
arrangement  was  especially  beneficial  for  little Ashley, who
adored all her new 'aunties', and  was  soon  spoiled  absolutely
rotten.

Everyone  was  home  for  the  hurricane party.  Candy had strung
lanterns on the front porch.  Chrissy and  Courtney  brought  raw
oysters  and  beer  from  work  in  a  giant tub filled with ice.
Tarah, somehow, had found a great load of firewood,  which  Karen
and  Susie  stacked  next  to the fireplace, much to Ashley's de-
light.  Fireplaces were rare in Florida, and only the older hous-
es  had  them.   By the time the storm hit, the young women had a
merry blaze crackling, and they roasted hot dogs and marshmallows
over the embers well into the evening.

Henry  was a mild storm, as storms went.  He packed nothing close
to the ferocity of Andrew, which had devastated parts of  Florida
several  years  earlier, but the somber, leaden clouds rolling in
off the ocean, and the quick gusts of wind, the salt tang in  the
air,  the dropping pressure, excited and elated the girls as they
finished their preparations.

Hurricanes are brief things, though.  Henry moved inland, batter-
ing the interiors of Flagler and Clay counties before he moved up
into Georgia, spending himself at last against the battlements of
the  southern  Appalachians  in a great torment of wind and rain.
One by one, the exhausted denizens of 1401  Ocean  Drive  drifted
off to bed and sleep, and the stars peeped in at last through the
rents in the clouds.

At two o' clock in the morning,  Karen  was  just  finishing  the
clean  up when she heard a scratch at the front door.  It sounded
like some sort of animal, seeking  refuge  from  the  last  stray
gusts and showers of the storm, and she went to investigate.

Karen  opened  the door, and a naked girl tumbled inside and col-
lapsed on the living room rug.  The girl was covered in sand from
head to toe, as if she had dragged herself up from the beach, but
that wasn't the most unusual thing about this surprise guest.

The girl on the living room rug had the largest breasts Karen had
ever  seen  on  any human female.  Sprawled on either side of the
girl's slender torso, her  bean-bag  sized  breasts  dwarfed  her
head.   Instinctively,  Karen clutched her own chest at the sight
of such abundance, when she heard words forming in her head.

--nicelady you karenpollocknice amandascared almostdied--

Karen jumped back in surprise.  "How do you know my  name?",  she
shouted.

"S-s-sorry",  whispered the girl.  "M-m-my num's M-M-M-unduh.  Uh
cun't tuhlk.  Wattuh, to drink, please."

Karen ran to the kitchen to get the girl a glass of  water.   re-
turning, she saw that the girl had pulled herself up into sitting
position.  The girl's mammoth breasts covered her entire lap, and
her  legs  were  covered well past her knees. Taking the glass of
water from Karen thankfully, she drained it  in  a  single  gulp.
"Thanks",  the  girl  grunted.  "Do you have anything stronger to
drink?"

"Like what?", Karen asked.

"You know, stronger", replied the stranger.

Karen came back with a bottle of whiskey  and  a  small  tumbler.
The  strange  girl  took  the  bottle  from Karen and upended it,
draining it in a matter of moments.

"Hey!", shouted Karen.  "Watch it!  That's potent stuff!"

"Oh", replied the strange big-breasted girl.   "Don't  worry.   I
can't  get drunk.  That sure cleaned out my throat, though.  Feel
like I can breathe again."  The girl took a deep breath, and  her
titanic breasts lifted up off the floor as she inhaled.  "Help me
up, please."

Grabbing the girl's outstretched hand, Karen pulled  her  to  her
feet.   She  was  surprised to see that the girl was shorter than
she herself was, about five-four, but her breasts were much, much
larger  than  they  appeared when they were flattened against the
floor.

"I got big tits", said the girl apologetically.  "Sorry,"

Karen blushed.  "Nothing to be ashamed  of,  really.   You  can't
help it, I imagine."  Karen put her arm around the girl's slender
waist.  "Here", she whispered.  "Let me  help  you  over  to  the
spare sofa."

While  brushing   the  sand off of her, Karen continued to be as-
tounded at the massive girth and  sheer  size  of  her  uninvited
guest's  breasts.   She couldn't even lift one with one hand, and
the girl had to lift each one with both hands while Karen brushed
the underside with a towel to scrape off the sand.

After  pulling  the  bed  out of the sofa, Karen went off to find
some clothes for her.  I'm not likely to  find  anything  that'll
fit  her  on  top, she thought, but she shouldn''t be too hard to
fit on the bottom.  She returned with an oversized  t-shirt  that
belonged  to  Tarah,  and a pair of Sue-Kim's jogging pants.  The
girl wrestled into the jogging pants  easily,  but  the  t-shirt,
even  after an epochal struggle, couldn't be forced over the vast
expanse of the girl's swelling breasts.

"Too small", the girl said  sadly,  passing  the  shirt  back  to
Karen.   Karen  stared  at  the shirt in her hand.  You could fit
three of me in this shirt, she thought, and this little cow can't
even use it as a halter top.

Karen  covered  the  girl up with a blanket, and saw that she ap-
peared quite small and vulnerable once you covered up her  majes-
tic,  intimidating  tits.  She passed her hand through the girl's
thick black hair.  "Just how did you get here, Miss?"

Struggling against sleep, the girl began to tell the most incred-
ible  story.   Karen  fought  back disbelief as it unfolded.  She
turned out the light and trudged off to  bed  shaking  her  head,
trying to figure out what she'd tell the rest of the girls in the
morning.













