Dr Hooters - Pt XLI 
by the Road Dog
FRIENDS FROM AFAR 


"A-a-a-y-y-eeeee!",   shouted  Suki,  "I  won!  I won!  I won!  I
WON!"  She bounded down the stairs three at a time, making horrid
clump!  clump!  clump!  noises  as  she  ran.   Bursting into the
kitchen, it took her almost two minutes to  stop  jiggling  after
she   stopped  running.   She  waved the envelope in her mother's
surprised face.

"I won, Mummy!  See?"

"Just what did you win, Sooks?", her mother asked, using the  fa-
miliar nickname she had heard other girls using for her daughter.

"A trip to FLORIDA!  In the orange juice promotion!", Suki shout-
ed.   "Remember?  I filled out the forms, oh, it must have been a
year ago now, and sent them off.  Trish  and  Penny  said  I  was
wasting  my  time. They said I was out of my head!"   Suki's  im-
mense breasts heaved with  excitement as she gasped  for  air  to
keep talking.

"Penny said I was just daft.  'All these things you send off for,
Sooks, and you  never win a penny' ", she laughed, imitating  her
older  sister perfectly.

"Anyway, stuff HER!  I've won!  Up YOURS, sister Pen!"  Her moth-
er looked  disapproving. Her daughter was developing  a  language
problem. The girl went  on regardless. "A month in Florida!  Dis-
ney World!  The Space Center!   The   beach!   Oh Mum, its BRILL!
Here,  look  what it says!"  She  shoved  the  envelope under her
mother's nose.

Sukie's  mother read down the notice.  'Congratulations!  You and
three friends or relatives have just won a month in sunny Florida
courtesy  of  the Tropicalia Corporation.  You  will  be  leaving
out  of  Heathrow  Airport for Orlando via British Airways on the
flight of  your choice.  Five thousand dollars American  will  be
provided   for  shopping and incidental expenses.  Please contact
our  office at the number below for further details.'

Moving the notice out to arm's length, Suki's mother  managed  to
read the rest of it.  "It *looks* real enough", she said.

*Course* its real!", yelled Suki, and all the fancy plates on the
Welsh  dresser rang with the sound.  "We're going  to  FLORIDA!!"
She  bounced  out of  the kitchen, shouting  after  her  sisters.
"Penny!  Trish!  Hey! GUESS  WHAT!!!"

Sukie's  mother  shook  her  head.   In the three months that had
passed since Katie's visit, her whole world had been  turned  up-
side-down.   Before,  she had had to supervise three rambunctious
girls.   Then, hey! bang!  Katie shows up with  her  friend  Jen-
nie  from  the  Lab.    Without so much as a by-your-leave,  they
douse  the  girls with some potion, and  they all sprout  breasts
the size of  footballs, even the littlest one. So  big  they  had
grown,  in  fact,  that  the  school didn't want to deal with the
chaos they caused just by showing up every morning, and sent them
home for the term.

Now,  it  was  a full-time job just beating the village boys away
from the windows.

From the sound of it, Suki had managed to locate her two sisters,
as  the noise level in the cottage had just increased by a factor
of three.  Suki's mother heard shouts and screams from  upstairs,
then more clump-clump-clump noises as Penny, Trisha, and Suki all
but fell down the stairs and burst into the kitchen.

Instantly, she was awash in a heaving mass  of  blonde  hair  and
breast-flesh as her daughters all tried to talk at once...

"Sooks, I can't believe..."

"... a bit hot down there, shouldn't wonder."

"Five thousand dollars? How much is that in real money?"

"What d'you reckon American boys'll be like?"

"**Course**  they speak English  there!  It's America.  We taught
'em how!"

"Can't imagine you'll have any problems with that,  Sooks.   Just
open  a couple of buttons, and they'll drop,  just like the local
talent."

"...that giantess on the 'telly.  Two hundred feet tall, she was.
In Miami.  That's in Florida, isn't it?"

"'A  car!   They give us a car!  A Cadillac. Is that one of those
long ones?"

"...that nice Missus Shaw can make us up some swim  suits  before
we go..."

Trisha  was  taking advantage of the general disorder to make off
with some unwatched goodies  when  she  turned  too  quickly  and
knocked  the  sugar  jar  off its perch for what seemed to be the
hundredth time.  Their mother shook her  head and reached  for  a
broom  to  clean  up  the  mess.  Too big for their own good, she
thought.

She shusshed the girls.  "No one's going anywhere tonight, girls,
and anyway, I don't know if your father will let me go to Florida
with you for a whole month."

"Oh Mum!", groaned Suki in an adolescent fit of  embarassment  at
her  hopeless  mother.   "I  was  going to ask **Katie**  to come
along!"

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Preparations for the girls' departure continued apace in the Mal-
lory  household.   There  were  tickets  to pick up, schedules to
check, clothes to mend, and wash, and buy.  The first installment
of Suki's five thousand US dollars came in, just over three thou-
sand in 'real money', and the girls put it  to  good  use.   Joan
Shaw had her work cut out designing, sewing and stitching togeth-
er beach wear for the trip, especially since Katie had agreed  to
come along as chaperone.

Katie  had  grown up a lot, in more ways than one, since her last
visit to the cottage.  If anything, the miraculous  expansion  of
her bosom had given her a boost in confidence and self-assurance.
She was a much more responsible young woman, and seemed  to  have
learned a great deal from the whole affair at the Lab.

The  girls  were  all in an absolute lather.  Bored with sticking
around the house after getting pitched out of school,  the  three
sisters  Mallory  spent all their considerable energy in planning
the trip.  Which left them no time for boys, Mrs. Mallory thought
with quiet relief.

All  that  summer, it seemed, Mrs. Mallory had been flushing boys
out of every nook and cranny of the property.  Not that you could
blame  them,  really.  Since that fateful day in late spring when
Katie and Jennie had decided to use them as laboratory  rats  for
their  breast-growth potion, her three little girls had blossomed
into the belles of the county.  Word had spread beyond  the  con-
fines of the village, and there were all sorts of strange, mascu-
line voices on the phone these days when Mrs. Mallory  picked  it
up.

Penny,  the  tallest  and prettiest of the three at thirteen, was
kind of a serious girl, but her seriousness also affected the af-
fairs  of  her  heart,  and what should have been her first calf-
loves were exploded all out of proportion.  She was either  moon-
ing about the house over some boy she had just broken up with, or
nervous and jittery about some boy she'd just met.

Little Trisha, 'nine at Christmas' as she put  it,  had  all  the
equipment but was still looking for the owner's manual.  Her pre-
cociously developed body, with her thick blonde  mane  and  great
swelling  womanly  breasts,  attracted  boys  in  swarms, but she
didn't seem to know what to do with them when she got them.   Her
mother  was  always  pulling her out of haystacks, barns, groves,
and other isolated places with some boy at  least  six  or  seven
years older than she was.

The  problem  was, Trisha looked most often to Suki for guidance.
And Suki was hell on wheels.  She learned early on that her  huge
breasts  hypnotised  boys,  and  that  she could reduce them to a
state of near incoherence by just undoing a couple of buttons  on
her  blouse.   Reveling  in her new-found power, Suki seldom kept
any boy around after she had gotten what she wanted out of him.

And that never took long at all.   By  the  time  the  news  came
about  the  sweepstakes,  Suki had broken nearly every heart from
(Summerford) to (Shropshire).[...for ten miles in just about  ev-
ery direction...(?)]

The  day before the planned departure, Trisha got sick of all the
tension and hubbub in the cottage, snuck out the back  door,  and
bounded  over  the fields to the pond where she and Suki had been
playing the day Suki fell in and Daniel and Liam had  fished  her
out.   To  her mind, the pond was a special place, a lucky place,
one obviously linked with her first overtly sexual experience and
the subsequent growth of her breasts.

Finding  the pond deserted, Trisha sat under one of the spreading
willows and waited.  She twisted a lock of her thick blonde  hair
between  her  fingers  and inserted it in her mouth.  All four of
the Mallory girls were blonde, but Suki's and Katie's was  rather
fine, whereas Penny always cut  hers short.  Trisha had opted for
growing hers out, and it fell down her back in great golden  cas-
cades,  framing  an oval face still slightly pudgy with baby fat,
and two of the most desirable breasts in the whole of England.

She heard someone whistling up the path, and soon Daniel's  older
brother Martin came into view, carrying a fishing rod.

"Hi, Martin", Trisha called out to him.

Martin turned.  "Oh, hullo, Trish", he answered.

"We're going to America in the morning, you know.  Suki and Penny
and me."

"'So oi 'eard', Martin replied. 'You lot'll forget  us  with  all
them flash American blokes, then!"

 Trisha  patted  the  ground next to her.  "Sit down here next to
me, Martin", she commanded.  It hadn't taken Trisha long to learn
that  you  could order boys as you wished if you had a forty-four
inch bust to offer them.

Martin plopped down beside Trisha and put down his fishing  pole.
"Heard  you  and your sisters got the push from school, then", he
said, by way of making small talk.

"Yeah", Trisha answered.  "They said we was causing too much has-
sle  at  school. Said the other kids wasn't getting any work done
for thinking about our tits. Sounds like a loada balls to me!"

Pulling her hand through her hair, Trisha looked  up  at  Martin.
He was all of fourteen, she thought.  A few short months ago, all
she could do was look.  Now, things had changed.

She smoothed her skirt over her lap, reaching under  her  volumi-
nous  breasts  to  do so.  "You know, Martin, I've always sort of
fancied you", she purred.

Martin swallowed hard.  "Liam's putting it  around  you're  *his*
girl", he replied, trying to dodge Trisha's thrust.

"Oh, Liam's just a baby", giggled Trisha.

"He's older than you are", Martin parried.

Trisha  tossed  back her hair in what she hoped would be a seduc-
tive manner.  This did, however, have the effect of  pushing  her
big breasts to within an inch or so of Martin's nose, so the ges-
ture was not lost on him.  "That's silly", she  continued.   "Ev-
erybody knows girls mature a lot faster than boys!"

The  amount  of  rumor, half-truth, misinformation, and downright
lies which had collected around the Mallory sisters served Martin
very  poorly  in the present situation.  Every boy in the village
claimed to have, at one time or another,  done  something,  some-
where,  to  Penny, Suki, or Trisha.  But when the truth was told,
they were all more than a little afraid of them.

Moving closer in towards Martin, Trisha leaned  her  large,  soft
breasts  against  his  arm.   Martin went hard immediately, which
added rather to his discomfort.  Damn!, he thought,  this  little
tart's only eight years old. I could go to jail for this!  He put
his arm around her waist, which caused Trisha to snuggle up close
against him.

I'll  just  follow  her lead, he thought.  She seems to know what
she wants.  If she starts to complain, I'll stop.

God, I hope she complains.

Martin bent his face over Trisha's, who crushed her lips  against
his in a fervent kiss.  Suki had told her that boys liked it when
you used your tongue in kissing, so she pried Martin's mouth open
with  hers.   The  force  of her assault bowled him over onto the
ground, and Trisha landed on top  of  him,  still  glued  to  his
mouth.

Surprised  to  find  himself  on  the ground with Trisha sprawled
across his chest, Martin tried to get up.  Trisha pushed him back
on the shoulders, and continued kissing him feverishly.  This was
fun, she thought, and she was starting to feel a little weak  and
watery between her legs, like she did when her breasts grew.

Recovering  his  senses,  Martin reached up and began unbuttoning
Trisha's blouse.  The first two buttons flew  open  quickly,  re-
vealing  the  tops  of  Trisha's heaving, swaying breasts and her
black bra.  Then, she collapsed on top of him, grinding her chest
against  his in an avalanche of breast-flesh.  This made it a bit
hard to get at the rest of the buttons.

The uproar in Trisha's nether  regions  continued  to  grow.   It
didn't  feel  ticklish, she thought.  It felt more like something
needed tickling down there.  In  response  to  Martin's  groping,
fumbling  efforts,  she  undid the rest of her buttons and tossed
away her shirt.   She sat up on Martin's  chest  to  give  him  a
clear view of her unparalleled assets.

"Don't  you  like my big tits, Martin?", she teased.  She pressed
her hands against the sack-like cups, forcing a  vast  amount  of
eight-year-old breast-meat up over the tops.

"Uh-uh-uh",  was the only thing that came out of his mouth as she
collapsed against him again.  Now, she became aware for the first
time of Martin's erection, pressing insistently against her stom-
ach.  She inched a bit further down,  until  she  was  straddling
Martin's thighs.

"What's this?", she asked, digging around under Martin's trousers
until she found the source of her discomfort.   Martin howled  as
her  fingers  closed  around  his turgid dick.  "Oh", she crowed.
"Its a hard-on, isn't it?  Do I turn you on, Martin?"

Everything Suki had told her  about  this  wonderful  organ  came
rushing  into Trisha's mind.  Now, she had one of her own to play
with!  She opened his zipper and pulled down his  briefs.    Mar-
tin's hard-on shot up perpendicular from his flocculent thatch of
newly-sprouted pubic-hair.

"Oooh, it's LOVELY!", Trisha giggled.   She  grabbed  it  by  the
shaft and began pressing it against her crotch, where her panties
shielded that little hooded knob Suki had taught her  to  rub  at
night, after her Mum and Dad had gone to bed.

Martin could barely contain himself.  He stared up at Trisha, who
was twisting his dick this way and that  like  it  was  the  gear
shift  knob  on  a  car.  Her massive breasts heaved with her in-
creasing passion, and her blonde hair bounced against her  shoul-
ders.

Trisha  pulled her panties off, and covered Martin's dick and her
increasingly humid pubic regions with  her  skirt.   Gasping  now
with  desire,  she pushed Martin's dick against her clit, feeling
pulse after pulse of pleasure as she pressed his hardness against
her slickening knob.

Would  she dare to put it inside?  Penny had never done it.  Even
Suki, for all her slutty ways, had never done it.   She,  Trisha,
youngest  of  them all, would be the first real woman among them,
if she dared.

She dared.  Rearing up on her knees, she  inserted  the  head  of
Martin's  dick  between  her labiae, and impaled herself upon it.
Something put up a bit of resistance, then  she  felt  his  shaft
penetrate her fully.

Surprisingly,  it didn't feel as good as it did when she was rub-
bing it against her little knob, but it  did  feel  pleasant  and
oddly filling.  Then she found that by leaning forward, she could
rub a part of  Martin's dick against that important little  spot,
and the pleasant sensations returned.

Ashen-faced,  Martin watched in disbelief as Trisha rode his dick
with increasing insistence.  She was obviously  enjoying  it,  he
thought.   Her  face  was twisted in delight, and the wet heat of
her pussy indicated to him that, well hell! she  was  getting  as
much out of it as he was.  Maybe more!

Pride  began  to  seep in as the realization of what he was doing
sank in.  I'm fucking Trisha Mallory, he thought,  No damn Yank's
gonna be the first one up this hole, for Chrisssake!  'Ingerland,
Ingerland, Ingerland...' he sang to himself,  and  began  pumping
away for Queen and Country.

Trisha  felt  his  seed  gush  out, flooding her insides with its
sticky warmth.  She was disappointed though, when his organ  went
strangely  limp  after.   What  was  wrong  with these boys?, she
thought.  They spend all their time talking about it,  then  five
minutes later they go all soggy.

Matter-of-factly, she pulled herself off Martin, used her panties
to clean herself, threw them into the bushes, and  helped  Martin
to his feet.  She felt obliged to give him another kiss.

"Uh, Martin", she stammered.  "I'm sorry..."

"S'alright,  Trish",  Martin  replied, cleaning his own self off.
"I guess there's got to be a first time..."

Trisha exploded with laughter.  "You mean, it was your first time
too?"   Martin  nodded.  She pulled her shirt back on, recovering
her high spirits instantly.  "At least I won't be flying  off  to
America  as  the  last  of the Great British Virgins.  Thank you,
Martin.  I'll look you up when we get  back!"   She  bounded  off
with  her  accustomed  puppyish  enthusiasm.  "See ya later", she
shouted, as she disappeared around the turn in the path.

Martin buckled his belt.  "Uh, you're welcome", he  said  softly.
"See ya later."

























