Dr Hooters - Pt XLIV 
by the Road Dog
NO BIG THING 

Bruce  looked down at his daughter, and the guilt rushed over him
like a wave.  Ashley stood and stared up at him, unsmiling,  with
her  cool  blue eyes looking straight into his.  He felt the fury
start to rise inside him.

"Look, you bitch", he howled.  "You get my  daughter  outta  that
house  with  all  them  college sluts, or you'll never see a dime
outta me."  He brought a great hairy,  meaty  fist  down  on  the
counter.  "What the hell kinda mother are you anyway, takin' Ash-
ley away from her Daddy and makin' her share  a  house  with  God
knows  how  many  whores  and their sick boyfriends.  My daughter
catches AIDS in that place, and it'll be your hide on  the  wall,
bitch!"

He  stuck a finger in Candy's face and shook it.  "Nigger bitches
too, they tell me.  Yeah.  They tell me there's  a  nigger  bitch
living there.  If that black-assed slut so much as lays a hand on
Ashley..."

"Why don't you grow up and join the twentieth century, what  lit-
tle  of  its  left,  you  knuckle-dragging,  Ku  Klux  Klan  ape-
bastard!", Candy screamed. "Maybe I'm sharing a house  with  some
other  women,  yeah, and maybe one of them's black, but I'll tell
you right now, Ashley gets a lot more  love  and  affection  from
them than she ever got from you!"

Bruce had knelt in front of Ashley, and was trying to address her
directly. "Hey pumpkin", he said.  "Don't you want to  come  home
with Daddy?" Ashley hid behind her mother.

For  some reason this enraged Bruce. "What the hell have you been
telling her about me, Candy?  You're turning the girl against her
own father!"

Ashley  stuck  her  fists  in her ears.  "Stop it!  Stop it! Stop
it!", she screamed.  Bruce lifted his arm and swung at Candy, ex-
pecting  to feel that gratifying thud and crunch as his ham-sized
fist connected with his wife's flesh and  bones.   But  he  never
connected.

Candy  grabbed his arm in mid-trajectory and twisted it.  Shocked
by the sudden pain, he  cried  out.   "Ouch!   Goddammit,  bitch,
you're  hurting me!"  Candy gave her husband's arm another twist,
surprised at her own strength.  "Not any more than you were plan-
ning  to  do  to  me", she replied.  Turning his arm sharply, she
brought him to his knees.

"I want to see that check by Friday, Bruce!", she commanded.   He
winced with the pain, but nodded his head. "I want to see it all.
All six weeks past, OK?" Bruce nodded again.

"And next Saturday, you pick Ashley up and take her to  the  zoo,
or  the movies, and you be a father to her, for God's sake!", she
ordered, giving his arm another small twist.

"OK!  OK! OK!", he agreed.  "Look, Candy, for  Chrissake.   Don't
break it!"

She  threw  him  to  the floor, and walked out of the garage tri-
umphantly.

"All right, Mom!", Ashley crowed.

She shook her head as she started up  her  1988  Dodge  Colt  and
headed  for  what  was, for now, their home.  Why hadn't she ever
stood up to him before?, she wondered.  It was so damn easy.

She scratched her side, where the body band of her bra felt  like
it  was  digging into her.  And why did her clothes feel so tight
all of a sudden?

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Courtney investigated herself in the full-length mirror,  pushing
her  straight, shoulder-length red hair behind her ears.  For the
fifth or sixth time, she raised her 34A brassiere to  her  chest,
leaned over, and tried to snuggle her breasts into the cups.

They  wouldn't  fit.  Somehow,  oddly, there was more of Courtney
than could fit comfortably into the old bra.  As she hoisted  the
shoulder  straps up over her arms, she noticed that a good amount
of breast-flesh was peaking out underneath  the  bra,  where  the
cups  meet the chest wall. When she tried to push the bra down to
cover the over flow, poip! titty pudged out over the top  of  the
cup.  Try  as she may, she couldn't get all of 'the girls' inside
at once.

"Susan", she called to her roomate. "Does it look  like  my  tits
are  any bigger?"  Courtney tossed the useless bra on the bed and
turned to the Korean girl.

"Yeah. They do look bigger", Susan informed her.  The Korean girl
crossed  one  honey-colored  leg under the other as she turned on
her bed to face Courtney.  "You know, mine have been feeling kind
of funny lately. Tingly, like.  Kept me up last night some."

"Mine too", the tall redhead agreed.  "Anything else unusual hap-
pen?"

"Nah", replied Susan, staring at her  friend's  chest.   Courtney
was  larger,  visibly.  Her once egg-sized breasts had swollen to
about the size of small apples, which  explained  the  difficulty
she  had wrestling with her bra. "You know, you could use the ex-
tra titty, where you  work",  the  Korean  girl  said.   Courtney
worked  as  a  cocktail  waitress in an upscale night club and it
seemed that the amount of tips the girls earned was directly pro-
portionate to their cup sizes.

Cupping  her hands under her newly-sprouted breasts, Courtney ad-
mired their increased bulk and heft.  "I think I'm gonna have  to
borrow  one of Ginnie's bras.  What is she, a 36C?  I don't think
I'm that big."  She turned sideways and glanced at  her  profile.
Her  breasts  thrust out impudently from her chest wall much more
prominently now, and the rosy nipples looked larger as well.

"She's a 36B", replied Susan. "Probably  fit  you  like  a  glove
now."

Courtney giggled. "These look pretty decent.  I could get used to
this!  I almost can't wait to get to the club to show 'em off!"

"You know", added Courtney. "Its  too  bad  all  of  Amanda's  ID
washed  overboard in the storm.  She'd make a killing at the club
with those monsters of hers!"

Susan laughed.  "She'd OWN the damned club!"

"Must be nice", Courtney commented as  she  buttoned  her  blouse
with   some   difficulty  over  her  unencumbered,  newly-swollen
breasts.

Susie returned to her magazine.   "Must  be  nice",  she  agreed.
"We'll never know, though, will we?"

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"That's Ginny", Jeremy pointed out.  "She's cute, but a little on
the meaty side"

"Lotsa freckles", Tom observed.  "Freckles on the legs,  freckels
on the arms, probably freckles everywhere we can't see, too."

Ginnie  unpinned some clothes off the clothesline and disappeared
back into the house, not knowing that she had  been  observed  by
Jeremy  Preston  and Tom Gallagher from the third story window of
Jeremy's house.

"This's a great little lookout post for  pussy-watching",  Jeremy
boasted.   "The  cunts never know you're watching 'em!  You gotta
see this new girl they got staying with them.  Got  tits  so  big
each one needs their own zip code.  God, I ain't joking."

The  two  young  men waited in anticipation for a while, then the
screen door opened.  "Here  she  comes!",  Jeremy  hissed.  "Nah,
damn!  Its the chink bitch."

Jeremy and Tom watched as Susan Kim strutted out in a black biki-
ni, unfolded a beach towel, and sat down on it, pushing her thick
mane  of straight black hair away from her. "Damn!  I think she's
nice!", Tom commented.  "Beautiful hair."

"Zero tits", rejoined Jeremy.

"You got this thing about tits, don't you?", Tom asked.

Jeremy smiled lewdly.  "They don't make  tits  too  big  for  me.
Wait'll  you  see this new girl, then tell me her tits don't turn
you on."

The sliding door opened, and Amanda stepped out onto the porch in
a  pair  of khaki shorts and a seriously overburdened halter top.
Tom's jaw flew open in outright astonishment as he gazed on  what
had  to be the largest set of tits on the planet. "Good GOD!", he
swore.  "How can she even stand up straight with tits that  big?"

"Pretty impressive, isn't she?", Jeremy boasted. "Look, she gives
shade!"  It was true.  Amanda was carrying a  glass  of  lemonade
out to Susan, and her enormous breasts cast a considerable shadow
over the Korean girl's upper body.

"She's astounding", Tom said, shaking his  head.  "Look  at  that
halter  top.   It  looks  like she's carrying two weeks groceries
around under that."

"That's not a halter top, Tom", Jeremy said. "That  would  be  an
oversized T-shirt on any other girl."

Amanda  felt  their  lust  on  the periphery of her frontal lobe.
Glancing up, she saw the two young men looking down at them  from
their  perch on the third floor.  She shot a mental warning up to
them.

--youtwo jackoffboys getlost--

She read their mental confusion.

--bigtitgirl me gotmentalpowers burn wankerbrains inside brainpan
getlost--

The two young men were frozen in the window like two birds before
a snake. Amanda decided to give them a little taste of  what  she
could  do.  Reaching  out gingerly, she touched their unprotected
minds lightly. To Jeremy and Tom, it felt as if someone had sawed
open their skulls, poured in lighter fluid, and ignited it.  They
both cried, and grabbed their heads in agony.

--warnedyou getlost leavealoneus--

The intense pain settled down to a dull ache.  Jeremy  turned  to
Tom.  "Maybe we better get to work on that song you were writing,
Tommy", he suggested.

Tom didn't hear him.  "Incredible!", he murmured.  "I  wonder  if
she can sing!"

















































