Dr Hooters - Pt XLVII 
by the Road Dog
THE TRIALS OF ASHLEY OGDEN 


 "Ash-leee!   Ash-leee!"   Candy  was shouting down the stairwell
into a mostly empty house.  Courtney was relaxing on the couch in
the  front room, but she got up and poked her head into the down-
stairs bedrooms to see if Ashley was in any of them.

 "She's not down here, Candy", Courtney called  up  to  her.   "I
haven't seen her all day."

 "Honestly", said Candy as she descended the staircase.  "I don't
know what's gotten into that girl.  She's never gone off and just
disappeared  like  this before.  She's always told me where she's
going, and who with."

 Courtney looked up at the older  woman.   Candy  was  wearing  a
short white skirt and a top with blue and white stripes. I hope I
look that good at thirty-two, Courtney thought.  Candy no  longer
had  the  tired,  hang-dog look she had when she and Ashley moved
in, and seemed to have successfully turned back the  clock.   She
had  also  stopped  bleaching her hair, and the dark roots coming
back out gave her an even more adolescent appearance.

 "Is Amanda around?", Candy asked Courtney.  "Ashley adores  that
girl, and I can't keep them apart most times."

 "She's out back with the wash, Candy", Courtney replied.  "Maybe
Ashley's helping her out.

 Candy stepped outside.  Indeed, there was their dark-haired, big
breasted  housemate hanging the washing out to dry.  Amanda had a
unique way of hanging the wash out.  She would drape several gar-
ments  across  the broad expanse of her mammoth breasts, then she
would pin them up one by one. This reduced the need for  constant
bending  over, which, for a girl of Amanda's dimensions, would be
a lot of extra work.

 "Amanda!", Candy called.  "Have you seen Ashley?"

 Amanda turned around. "No, Candy.  Not  lately.   Why?   Is  she
missing?"

 Candy  put  her  hands  on her hips.  "She told me she was going
downstairs to watch some TV, but she's just disappeared.  You and
Courtney  are  the  only ones here now.  I thought you might have
seen where she had gotten off to."

 Courtney joined them on the porch, carrying  a  cup  of  coffee,
which Amanda realized with foreboding contained a generous dollop
of her breast milk.

 "Her period came in last night.", Candy added in a low  whisper.
"I  had been meaning to get her ready, but with all this shit go-
ing on with Bruce, I haven't been able to spend the kind of  time
with her I need to."

 Amanda  put  her  arm  around Candy's shoulder.  "You're doing a
great job, Candy", she comforted her.  "My  Mom's  a  single  mom
too, and I think she did a pretty damn good job. My guess is that
Ashley needs to be alone for a while, to sort things out.  I know
some  of  her  little  hiding  places. After I finish hanging the
wash, I'll go look for her."

 Amanda stood up and returned to hanging out the wash.  Candy and
Courtney watched her with admiration. "Amanda sure has a way with
Ashley", commented Courtney.  "I don't understand it."

 "I feel better about it too", replied Candy. "When I see the two
of  them  together,  they're almost like two little girls playing
together.  I wish I could communicate with her as well as  Amanda
seems to."

 "You're her mother", Courtney remarked.  "I wish I had a quarter
for every little secret I told my  girlfriends  that  I  wouldn't
have  dared  tell  my mother.  Doesn't mean I loved my mother any
the less."

 "I suppose you're right", Candy sighed. "You know,  it  suddenly
dawned  on  me  that we don't know how old Amanda is.  How old do
you think she is?"

 "With those tits?  Nineteen, maybe",  replied  Courtney.   "They
aren't  silicone, so she didn't have to be twenty-one to buy 'em.
Believe it or not, those babies are home-grown.   Why  don't  you
ask her?"

 "Amanda",  Candy  asked, walking up to Amanda as she hung a blue
uniform of Tarah's out to dry. "If you don't mind us asking,  how
old are you?"

 "Twenty",  replied  Amanda,  quickly picking out of Candy's mind
the answer most likely to satisfy her,  and  provoke  the  fewest
questions.

 "OK.  Thanks. You've hit it off well with my daughter. She talks
about you constantly."

 "She's a sweet, and very  smart  girl",  Amanda  replied.   "She
loves you a lot, and she loves her dad, too."

 Candy  out her head on Amanda's shoulder.  "I know.  That *is* a
problem.  At least Bruce's caught up on his back child support. A
little more push, and maybe Ashley'll have a daddy again.  We can
always hope."

 "We can always hope", Amanda echoed.

 Courtney and Candy went back into the house, and Amanda meditat-
ed  on  the  situation  in the cottage.  She was still milking up
nights, although the yield was less.  Ginny, she was certain, was
still  putting  the nightly output into the refrigerator, and the
effects  were  beginning  to  show.   Flat-chested  Courtney  had
sprouted  small, firm lemon-sized titties of which she had become
very proud.  Candy's breasts, formerly somewhat saggy, had firmed
and  risen,  regaining  their youthful perkiness, besides growing
about a cup size as well.

 Yes, this is going to be an interesting place to live  the  next
few weeks, she thought darkly.  At least I can prepare Ashley for
what's coming, and she won't have to find out  about  it  as  she
goes, like I did.

 After  she  finished hanging the wash, Amanda stepped out of the
cottage and began walking up the  promenade.   As  it  was  still
quite  early in the morning, there weren't many people about yet.
Amanda was grateful for that.  The few times  she  had  left  the
cottage  before,  she  attracted a lot of attention, and had once
drawn a crowd that the beach police had to break up.

 Despite Ginny's talents as a seamstress, she was unable  to  de-
sign  a  bra  large enough to support Amanda's abundance, and her
enormous breasts swayed and heaved as she walked.  'It's  a  good
thing  you have such strong back muscles, Amanda', Ginny had told
her.  'A normal girl wouldn't be able to take three steps without
those babies pulling her clean over.  But I guess you've had more
than your share of practice.'

 Amanda extended her mental eavesdropping, trying to  single  out
one  scared  little girl hiding from her mother.  There!  She had
found her. Ignoring the catcalls and whistles the movement of her
big breasts provoked, Amanda walked briskly up to Ashley's hiding
place and poked her head under the boardwalk.

 "Hey, Ashley!", she called. "What'cha doin?"

 "Go AWAY!", shouted Ashley angrily.  "I don't wanna talk, and  I
don't want to go home."

 With  a good amount of effort, Amanda managed to squeeze herself
into Ashley's refuge.  The bulk of her tits nearly got her wedged
between the sand and the wooden beams of the boardwalk, but Aman-
da gamely dragged them in behind her.

 "What's wrong?", she asked Ashley, huddled away in a  corner  as
far from Amanda's looming tits as she could.

 "I  don't want to get big!", complained Ashley. "I don't want to
bleed, down there."  She glanced down to her crotch, covered with
a pair of white shorts.

 "I'm sorry, Ashley", Amanda said quietly.  "Its my fault."

 Ashley's  eyes  got  as  big  as teacups.  "**Your** fault!  How
could this be your fault, Amanda?"  Amanda reached far under  her
vast, jutting breasts, pulled her t-shirt away from the waistband
of her cutoffs, and pulled it up over  her  head.   Her  gigantic
bare breasts jiggled and wobbled wildly with the effort.

 "Ashley",  she said.  "How would you like to have a pair of tits
like mine?"

 "Like yours, Amanda?  I mean, could I?"

 "Didn't you ever wonder how mine got  so  big?",  Amanda  asked,
stroking  the  sides  of  her school-desk-sized knockers with her
small brown hands.  "They're so **big**,  aren't  they?   They're
much  bigger  than  your  mother's.   Much  bigger than any other
girl's I've ever seen."

 Nodding her head, Ashley cautiously stretched out her  hand  and
put  it  on the great swelling mass of Amanda's left tit. "H-h-ow
big are they, Amanda?"

 "I don't know, Ashley", Amanda responded. "I've  never  measured
them."

"I  thought they kinda just got big by themselves", remarked Ash-
ley.

Amanda laughed, and the great bulk  of  her  breasts  heaved  and
surged  like  a  ship at sea.  "I'm only eight years old, Ashley.
Eight year old girls don't have titties like this!  Look!  I  can
barely touch my nipple, my boobs are so big!" She reached for her
Life Saver roll-sized, wine-dark nipple with her right hand,  and
just succeeded.  "I'm huge!"

"Th-then  how  did your tits get so big, Amanda?", stuttered Ash-
ley.  "Did you do some special exercises or something?"

"No.  My sister stole some milk out of the back of a car in  Mia-
mi,  where  I'm  from.  We both drank the milk, and then our tits
started growing.  At first, they were small, but they got  bigger
real fast.  Mine grew three times, and now look how big they are.
Thank God, they don't look like they're going to get any bigger."

Amanda  continued.  At least Ashley had stopped crying.  "My sis-
ter Blair got bigger, too.  Actually, she was bigger than  I  am,
but  since  I'm  shorter,  mine look bigger.  I don't know if she
grew again or not.  I grew once after we were  separated,  and  I
haven't  seen  her  since. Then I got kidnapped, and we got away,
like I told you."

"Anyway", Amanda concluded.  "It was this milk we drank that gave
us  our  big tits."  She shook them for emphasis, and the nipples
flew in a great arc in front of Ashley's face.  "That's not  all.
As soon as they got **real** big, they started filling with milk.
When they get full of milk, they hurt pretty bad, and I  have  to
get  the  milk  out.   The  first time, two of my friends, Marsha
Sanchez and Sherry Rodriguez, sucked all my milk  out  and  drank
it."

"Like babies?", laughed Ashley.

"Like babies", Amanda replied.  "It took them three or four hours
to get all the milk out, 'cause I make a lot of milk.   The  next
time  it  happened,  I filled a whole pool up with my milk, but I
had a little help.  Anyway, a boy fell in, and **he** grew,  then
the  lady who kidnapped me, she jumped in, and she got real big -
grew six breasts even."

"So - when I got here, my boobs  started  filling  up  with  milk
again.  I couldn't get it out myself, so Ginny helped me."  Aman-
da smiled and continued.  "What I didn't know is that instead  of
dumping it out, she put into bottles in the 'fridge."

Ashley  was  stunned.  "So  that milk sitting in the refrigerator
right now..."

Amanda plumped her huge tits with her hands.  "...came from right
here."

"Ohmigod",  sighed  Ashley.   "I guess that explains this, then."
She opened her beach robe, and exposed two small but  well-formed
breasts the size of tennis balls on her girlish chest.

"When did this happen?", asked Amanda.

"This  morning.   Mom  was sleeping, and all of a sudden, it felt
like my titties were on fire.  I got up and took  a  shower,  but
the  just kept aching and aching.  Then, all of a sudden, it just
got so, well, it was wild..."

"I know, Ashley", Amanda interrupted.  "Go on."

"Anyway, they grew right there in the shower!  I saw 'em.  First,
it  was  like  a little pad of tissue under my nipples, that just
kept getting thicker and thicker.  Then, it sorted  rounded  out.
I guess I don't have to tell **you** what it felt like."

"I  just  couldn't  handle  Mom  finding out, Amanda.  It was one
thing to have her poking and pushing at me when I got my  period,
its  another  thing  to have her ooh and ahh over her little girl
growing titties."

Amanda moved in next to Ashley and put her arm around her  shoul-
der.   Ashley  began  stroking  Amanda's  huge breasts.  "So, I'm
gonna grow tits like these, huh?", she said.

"Yeah.  Its not bad at all though.  I'm kinda proud of 'em"

"Won't we be a couple of booby-dolls then?"

"It won't be just us, Ashley", Amanda cautioned  her.   "All  the
women at the house have been drinking my milk.  They're all going
to grow tits like mine.  Even your mother.  Even Karen."

"My MOM?", shouted Ashley with delight. "My **Mom's** gonna  grow
breasts  like  yours?  Oh, Amanda, this is **great**.  This, this
is like **heaven**!  Now Dad will take her back again!"

"Huh?", asked Amanda, puzzled.  "Why is that?"

"Dad likes women with great big tits", Ashley explained.  He  has
a  whole stack of magazines with pictures of naked women in them,
and all the women have great big boobies, some of them almost  as
big  as  yours.   If  he  ever saw you, Amanda, he'd go ape-shit.
When he and my Mom used to go out together, he'd punch her in the
ribs  every  time  a lady with big titties walked by.  'Why can't
you grow a rack like that, Candy?' he'd ask."

"Sounds like a real asshole", Amanda remarked.

"Oh, Dad?  He's alright.  Mom says  he  just  needs  to  grow  up
some."

Amanda  sighed. She decided against telling Ashley about her men-
tal powers.  If the women in the cottage were going to  be  simi-
larly gifted, better that they find out about it themselves.

"Let's get back and watch everybody grow", Amanda said to Ashley,
dragging herself back through the aperture of the boardwalk.

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

The next day, all of the girls were off  work  except  Tarah  and
Chrissy, and they got together with Steve, Jeremy and some of his
friends to make arrangements for the engagement  party.   It  was
decided  that they would hold the party on the seventh of August,
and that they would rent the Hibiscus Pavilion from the city, and
that Steve and Jeremy's band would play.

Steve  finally  met Amanda, as Jeremy had begged Karen to ask her
to be his date to a baseball game and fireworks  display  at  the
ballpark.   Jeremy  didn't  turn out to be very good company.  He
couldn't pry his eyes off Amanda's chest, and every time she said
anything  to  him,  he  flushed beet-red and hung his head on his
chest.

"You two are looking pretty buff these days, Steve",  Karen  said
to  him at the ball park.  "Have you taken up weightlifting?  Are
you going to a gym?"

Steve laughed.  "Naw, Kin-kin.  I wouldn't  darken  the  door  of
such  a  place."   He  flexed his arms and watched the biceps and
triceps ripple.  "Can't deny I've picked up some new muscle some-
where though."

"Jeremy  has  too,  haven't  you,  Jer?",  he added, ruffling his
friend's hair from behind.  "Maybe we're just going through a be-
lated puberty."

Jeremy  blushed  again, pushing his blond bangs out of his pallid
face.  Never accustomed to being the object of female admiration,
he  was severely uncomfortable.  First, the Object of All His De-
sires was seated next to him as his date, and  he  couldn't  even
frame  two  words to her, and then, The Total Babe fiancee of his
best friend was  complementing  him  on  his  once  none-existent
physique.

Still,  he  thought  as  he  felt his arm muscles swell under his
shirt, something **has** changed, and for the better.

Karen was wearing a baseball jersey with  the  local  team's  in-
signia  printed  on  the  front.  The neckline swooped down in an
elongated V, revealing a hint of cleavage in a  lacy  white  bra.
Cleavage?  Karen Pollock with cleavage?  He meditated on this for
a while.  Karen had always been as flat as a board.  She was pop-
ular  as  hell  with  the guys, but this was due to her sparkling
personality, her pert ass, and above all, those  incredible  legs
that  could make you jizz on the spot just watching them go flex!
relax! flex! relax! down the street.

But now, she's got cleavage.  Steve sure looks like he  approves.
Then  he turned to Amanda, who was wearing a breathtaking elastic
scoop-neck top that covered about four  fifths  of  her  enormous
boobs, still showing about a foot of cleavage and an abundance of
upper breast.  It was the fifth that she had  exposed  that  took
Jeremy's power of speech away.

Still,  you  had to admire the girl's composure.  She didn't seem
in the least bit nervous about the amount of  attention  she  was
receiving.   Guys yelled at her from every corner of the stadium,
calling out obscene names, and some  of  them  even  got  scarily
close,  but  when she got up to go to the bathroom, for instance,
they scurried for cover like cockroaches.

Jeremy remembered the way she seemed to have  torched  his  brain
the  first time he saw her, and shivered.  It was obvious she had
ways of taking care of herself.  Shit, he thought.  I should have
asked Ginny out.  I bet if I had, I'd be gettin' laid tonight!

The  next  couple  of  days  went by without incident.  Steve and
Jeremy held two full rehearsals with the band  that  seemed  very
promising.   He had decided they should start pushing some origi-
nal material as well as the covers they were  playing.   Tom  and
Steve  both  had a sheaf of songs in various stages of readiness,
and by the time the rehearsal finished, they had a  whole  forty-
minute set worked out.

Much  to  their delight, the bandmates found that their neighbors
were interested as well.  Karen was already at the rehearsal with
Steve, of course, but one by one, Karen's housemates trickled in-
to the garage, sitting on the equipment or on the floor,  listen-
ing  to  the  new material.  After the rehearsal, Karen and Steve
introduced their friends around.

"This's Brian", Steve said, indicating a tall, well-dressed young
man  with  a conservative cut to his dark hair.  "He plays rhythm
guitar.  The wild man over there's Tommy Gallagher, our lead."

Ginny was already fussing  with  Jeremy's  electronic  equipment,
asking  him  what  piece  did  what.   "Uh, Jeremy Preston.  Key-
boards", he introduced himself when his turn came.

The drummer, a lanky blonde boy with dreadlocks and a kunte  cap,
introduced  himself  as  Jack Cassels. He had a hard time keeping
his eyes off of Tarah, who had wandered in  wearing  little  more
than a scrap of a halter top on top and a floss-like pair of cut-
offs underneath.

"Karen, where are the others?", Jack asked.  Only Chrissy, Ginny,
Susan, and Tarah had come out for the rehearsal.

"Courtney's  at  work,  Candy's  out shopping, and the new girl's
home taking care of Ashley.", replied Karen.

"The new girl?"

"Amanda", Karen answered.  "You haven't met her."






















































