Dr Hooters - Pt. XLV 
by the Road Dog
SOMETHING IN THE AIR 


Tarah  snapped  the sheet into place on the big double bed in the
penthouse. There were liquor bottles all  over,  scraps  of  food
littering the floor.  She picked up a pair of panties.

Disgusting,  she  thought.  Another  hot-shot rock group comes to
town.  Their sycophantic record company books them into the  best
lodging  in  town, the penthouse suite at the Corona Real resort,
and they treat it like a  college  frat  house.   Fucking  swine!
This  place  costs  over  four  hundred a night!  She checked the
schedule.  It was empty for the next couple of  days,  then  some
business  group had it for the rest of the month.  July was prac-
tically empty so far.  One or two days per  week  for  the  whole
month.   Well,  as  hot  as it got in Florida in July, she wasn't
surprised.  It was the slow season.

Then she saw that that the Tropicalia Corporation had  the  whole
month  of  August  booked.  She  lifted  a shapely eyebrow.  They
must've gotten a good deal from the  resort  to  book  the  whole
month.   Anyway,  it  would  mean steady work for her, and if the
guests were generous, maybe she could go back to Flagler Communi-
ty College full-time in the fall.

Tarah  tidied  the  place up as best she could, then bent over to
start the vacuum. Ouch, there it was again!  That  strange  stab-
bing sensation in her chest.  As she worked, though, the stabbing
sensation changed into a delicious, melting warmth that  suffused
Tarah's body, spreading from her chest outward to the extremities
of her legs and arms.

Her breath coming now in short pants, Tarah collapsed on the  bed
she had just made.  The tightness she felt earlier under her uni-
form blouse dissolved into great crashing waves of  semi-electric
sensation, each one more powerful than the last.  Tarah cried out
as the last  one,  almost  orgasmic  in  its  intensity,  crashed
against her and left her throbbing from head to toe.

"Where  did  that  come  from?", she wondered aloud as she picked
herself up off the bed.

Tarah soon found it hard to breath, as though her blouse were too
tight.  She looked down and, sure enough, her crisp white uniform
blouse had bunched up in front, and her bra felt as though it was
stretching and constraining her.  She ran to the bathroom and un-
buttoned herself from the back.

What the mirror revealed surprised  and  delighted  her.  As  she
stripped  the  uniform shirt away, Tarah saw that her breasts had
grown, almost doubling in size.  She had  a  well-turned  island-
girl  figure  -  narrow  waist,  firm  buttocks, and medium sized
breasts.  She filled a 32C admirably, but these looked more  like
they would need a double-D.  Her bra was squashing the new growth
against her chest, forcing it over, under and around the sides of
the well-stretched cups.

She  peeled  it  away,  and  her new larger breasts swelled forth
gratifyingly, swaying slightly with the release.

Stroking the sides of her newly enlarged breasts  with  her  long
fingernails,  she saw that the nipples sprang instantly to atten-
tion. They were larger now too, little  pencil  erasers  standing
atop dark half-dollar-sized areolae.

Tarah  turned from side to side in front of the mirror. Her coni-
cal, cinnamon-colored breasts **did** feel heavier, and they  did
sway  more  appreciably as she turned.  Yes, they were larger, as
incredible as that seemed.  She held up her old 32C bra in  front
of  her  new  bounty.  No way I gonna get these in there now, she
thought. Too much Tarah now, and too little bra.  Better  I  just
hang free the rest of the afternoon.

She  buttoned her uniform blouse over her unfettered new breasts,
humming happily to herself.  A girl can always put a little extra
titty to good use, she thought to herself. Always.

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Throwing her arms around Steve's neck, Karen kissed him  fiercely
around  the  lips.  "Oh God, Steve!", she cried.  "Its beautiful!
Thank you!  Thank you!"  She lifted the ring up to  the  sun  and
watched  the  diamond sparkle.  then she slipped it on her narrow
finger.  "I can't believe it!  You really mean it, don't you?"

Steve shoved his hands into his pockets.  "I wouldn't  have  done
it  if  I didn't mean it, Kin-kin", he said.  "But you didn't an-
swer me."

"Of **course** I'll marry you, Steve", she finished.  She admired
the ring glittering on her finger.  "The only question is, when?"

"Uh, now?"

Karen laughed, and it seemed to Steve that her laugh sounded like
the  tinkle  of wind-chimes in a summer breeze.  "Steve, honey!",
she said, still laughing.  "You've got no job.  You've just moved
in with Jeremy and his dad.  How are you going to support me?"

"I guess we don't have to get married right away, Kin-kin", Steve
replied.  "I'll get a job.  I'll go back to school,  study  aero-
nautics  like  I wanted to.  The only thing I ask is that you let
me keep up with the band.  We're finally  starting  to  get  some
dates!"

Kissing him lightly on the cheek, Karen stroked him on the chest.
"Of course, darling.  I'll even put up  with  Jeremy  Preston  as
best man, if I have to."

"I'd never take it that far, Kin-kin"

Steve  turned down the beach road that led to Karen's cottage and
Jeremy's house.  "Now that we're gonna be neighbors, I'll be see-
ing a lot more of you.  That'll be nice!"

"We can have the engagement party at the cottage, Steve.  All the
girls are gonna be staying at least until  then."   Karen  leaned
her  head  against  Steve's shoulder.  The band can set up in the
back yard, and we can just rock the block."

"Great idea", Steve concurred.  I think Jeremy's dad's  gonna  be
out of town on the boat then, too.  We can open up the house, and
have a two-house party.  Invite the whole town!"

"August the seventh sound good to you, Stevie?, Karen asked.

"That's almost a month away.  I don't know if  I  can  wait  that
long!"

Karen  laughed  again.  "No silly!  Not for the wedding!  For the
party!"

"Oh", he muttered,  disappointed.   "Yeah.   I  guess  we  really
shouldn't  get  married before Christmas.  Give the folks time t'
get ready.  August seventh sounds good  for  the  party,  though.
Yeah, we're on!"

"OK",  Karen  said.   "I'll  tell all the girls.  You've met them
all, haven't you?"

Steve shook his head.  "Kinda hard to keep 'em all straight",  he
complained.   "Lessee.   There's  Chrissy  and Courtney and Susan
from your old school, and Candy's the older lady with the  little
girl.   There's  a girl with lots of freckles, Gindy or Minnie or
something."

"Ginny", Karen corrected him.

"Yeah, Jenny", Steve continued.  "Then there's the  black  chick,
Tarah,  and  that new girl, with the gigantic maracas.  I haven't
met her, but Jeremy never stops talking about her."

"Her name's Amanda.  She's really  the  sweetest  thing.   Tragic
story, you know.  She was shipwrecked during Henry, and her whole
family's disappeared."

"Jeremy's obsessed with her.  I don't think I even know what  she
looks like."

Karen stretched.  Steve glanced over at her, and noticed that she
was filling out her T-shirt a little more generously these  days.
Not bad, he thought.

"Then  you've  never  met  her", Karen continued.  "She does have
'gigantic maracas', as you so poetically say.  Poor bastard, that
Jeremy.  Just got weaned too early, I guess."

Karen  crossed  her arms directly under her breasts, which caused
them to  stand  out  that  much  more  prominently.   Yes,  Steve
thought,  they  are  bigger. Wonder if she's on the Pill or some-
thing. "If we gotta talk about boobs, honey", he  said,  changing
the subject, "let's talk about my favorites.  Yours."

"What about 'em?", asked Karen, brightening.

"I  dunno",  Steve went on.  "They look bigger. I'm not complain-
ing, mind you."

Karen smiled broadly.  "You noticed, didn't you?  You guys  don't
miss much when it comes to that." She giggled.  "Maybe its my pe-
riod.  They've been tingling a lot lately, but I think that comes
from thinking about you so much, lover."

Cupping  her hands under her breasts, Karen pulled her braless T-
shirt tight around them.  "They look pretty damn nice, though,  I
have  to admit, don't they?  Still, I hope they go back down when
my period comes in.  I can't fit into any of my  bras  or  bikini
tops."

She  put  her  hand  around Steve's neck as he pulled up into the
driveway of Jeremy's house.  "You're going to have to learn about
all  these  female things if you're going to have a wife, honey."
They kissed and then he opened the door for her.  He  watched  in
admiration as the muscles in her still-matchless legs pumped away
as she mounted the stairs to the cottage.

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"So, whatd'ya think about Steve and Karen?", asked  Chrissy,  un-
folding her towel on the beach.

Ginny  stuck  the umbrella in the sand. It never did her any good
to get any sun, as it just made her freckles worse.  "I think its
great!   They're so much in love.  I'm so jealous!"  She adjusted
the straps on her white one-piece bathing suit.

Susan sat down next to Chrissy and began massaging sunscreen onto
the  petite  brunette's  back.  She had braided her thick mane of
jet-black hair and pinned it up into a bun on top  of  her  head.
"What  I  want  to know is if any of those other cute guys in the
band are still available", she said.  "Like  Tom  Gallagher,  for
instance."  "What about Greg?", asked Ginny.

Susan shrugged, causing her tiny breasts to shake slightly in the
padded cups of her black bikini top.   "He's  ancient  history!",
she affirmed.  "I'm back in circulation again."

"Watch out then, boys!", laughed Chrissy. "We're all three single
again!"

Chrissy was the smallest and prettiest of the girls at  the  cot-
tage.   At  four-eleven, she was only six inches taller than Ash-
ley, and her  slender  frame  carried  only  eighty-five  pounds.
Still,  it  was  admirably  distributed,  as her lime-colored two
piece revealed.  Her blue eyes flashed in  a  face  marked  by  a
spotless  and creamy complexion, framed by her dark hair cut in a
short, pixieish bob, and illuminated by a  warm  and  intelligent
smile.

Not a lot larger at five foot-one and one hundred even, Susan Kim
was also a head-turner, with her thick shock of  jet  black  hair
falling  well  past  her buttocks, her olive skin, and deep brown
almond eyes. She was wearing her customary black bikini, and  had
already sunned herself well past tan almost to mahogany.

Good-natured  rather  than beautiful, the well-freckled Ginny was
taller and larger than them both  at  five-four  and  one-thirty.
She  had accepted that she was an average-looking girl in a house
full of lookers, and the unself-consciousness with which she car-
ried  herself  gave  her a lot more charm than she naturally pos-
sessed.  In her swimsuit, the  explosion  of  freckles  over  the
whole  expanse of her body was painfully evident, but she made no
effort to hide them or cover them up.

Chrissy scanned the horizon for her favorite prey;  men.  "Pretty
slim  pickins today, girls", she complained as a balding, middle-
aged husband-type sucked in his gut as he walked past.

"Not to worry", chirped Ginny.  "The best  ones  never  come  out
till after three, anyway."

"So what are we doing here then?", laughed Susan.

"Ah-ah-ah-aw", moaned Chrissy, grabbing at her bikini top.

Susan  paused  in her application of the sunscreen.  "What is it,
Chris?", she asked.

"My boobs", Chrissy answered.  "My boobs are tingling again,  ex-
cept its worse this time."

"Funny  you  should  mention that", Susan added.  "Mine hurt like
hell last night.  I had to get up and splash cold water on 'em to
get back to sleep."  The Korean girl didn't mention then that the
ache later dissolved into a  luxurious,  delicious  tingling  the
sheer  delight of which caused her to rub herself to climax three
times.

Ginnie blushed, the fair skin under the freckles turning a  light
pink.  "Mine hurt too, now", she added.

"They  ought  to,  Ginnie", remarked Chrissy.  "Look at you!  You
look like you're ready to come right out of that top of yours!"

"No shit", seconded Susan.  "Ginny, look!"

Ginny looked down.  Her freckled breasts were spilling exuberant-
ly  over  the cups of the top of her swimsuit.  She tried to pull
the neckline up a bit, but this merely caused them to  stick  out
the  sides.  Ginny patted the sides of her breasts.  "They **do**
feel a little bigger", she mentioned.

"They **are** bigger, Ginny", Susan said. "Either  that,  or  the
swimsuit shrunk."

"No",  Ginny  said,  shaking  her  head.  "This's Dacron.  Dacron
doesn't shrink."

"Well, I wish **my** boobs  would  grow  a  little",  Susan  com-
plained.  "I don't have **anything** on top!"

Even  before  the words were out of Susan's mouth, she felt some-
thing like a gas bubble expanding under her nipples.   Almost  at
once,  the suit felt too constricting. Susan looked down.  "Well,
I'll be damned", she swore, as she  saw  her  formerly  miniscule
breastlets  poking out over, under, and from out the sides of her
black bikini top.  "Be careful what you  say,  girls!  The  titty
fairy must be listening to us!"

Susan  pulled  the  padding out of her bikini top, and pushed her
boobs back inside. "There!", she crowed triumphantly, patting her
new  chest  tenderly.  "Fits  like a glove now!  All my life I've
stuffed myself to look like a 32-B.  Now, shit!  I am one!"

Chrissy scowled at her two friends. "You two have all  the  luck,
dammit!",  she  complained.  "Ooops!", she added as her own chest
tightened suddenly.  She too felt a rising sensation as her biki-
ni top began to chafe at her, pulling away slightly and riding up
on her chest.

"What the hell's going on?", bitched Chrissy.  "Tits  don't  just
grow!   I've  been  a 30A all my life, since I was thirteen.  Now
look at this shit!"  Chrissy's green bikini top strained to cover
what appeared to be an almost C-cup sized pair of titties.

She  wrapped  a  towel  around herself, since she didn't have any
cotton to pull out like Susan, nor was her top elastic, like Gin-
ny's.   Chrissy's tormented top merely looked deformed now, push-
ing her enhanced breasts up in two pudgy  domes  just  under  her
chin.

"Hey!  What are you complaining about?  If you don't want it, you
can give it to me!", laughed Susan.

"You know", Ginnie warbled, "Karen's been looking a little larger
on top these days, too!"

"You think it might be some kind of flu?", asked Chrissy.

Chrissy  laughed  aloud.   "A  big-titty flu?", she screamed.  "I
can't believe it!  Maybe Amanda's got a terminal case.  I can see
it  now,  in  the Century Beach Dispatch.  The headlines - 'Girls
Found Buried Under Own Breasts.  Mystery Disease Suspected!' "

All three of them broke into a hearty laugh.  "I don't much care,
then", laughed Susan. "I hope I die from it!"






























































