Dr Hooters - Pt. XLIX 
by the Road Dog
THE BIGGER, THE BETTER 


Dresses  were mandatory for the County Clerk's office even in the
sticky heat of a Florida July.  Fortunately, the air conditioning
was  glacial,  but God!  it got to you when you walked out of the
building for a smoke.  Candy lit a cigarette  and  watched  other
people enter and leave the Courthouse building.

If  only  they'd let you wear shorts once in a while, she thought
dreamily.  It would make things so much easier to take.   Dresses
meant  hose,  and  hose, my God! it practically cooked you alive.
Candy didn't complain though.  She was filling  her  dresses  out
better than she ever remembered.  Outfits she hanndt been able to
wear for years she found she could  slide  right  into,  although
they  usually  had be taken out a bit in the bust.  Nothing wrong
with that, though.

Today, she was wearing a hot pink number - clingy  cotton  for  a
hot day, that hugged her in all the right places.  It was nice to
get some appreciative glances again, and if there were some  guys
who  tried  to  sneak a peak down the V of her plunging neckline,
well, that was OK too.

Bruce, look what you're giving up, she thought to her self.

If only she wasn't so nervous about Ashley.  Amanda had found her
cowering under the boardwalk because her breasts had grown.  Sil-
ly girl!  Having breasts was nothing to be ashamed of.  The  Good
Lord  designed  women  to have breasts, and Ashley had grown some
show-stoppers for her age!  34B she was  now,  not  much  smaller
than her old Mom.

Having  Amanda  around  helped.  Much larger than any other woman
Candy had ever met, and more conspicuous for it, the busty black-
haired  girl  was  actually  proud  to bursting of her unique at-
tributes, and being around her was a tonic for little Ashley, who
by  now  had abandoned her original embarassment and was actually
dressing to flaunt her new shape in tight tank tops and cut-offs.

Candy  started  walking back into the building, and, when the sun
hit her full force, it felt as though she was going to melt clean
away.   Something  surged  inside  her, leaving a clean, tingling
feeling in her fingers, her toes, and, oddly enough, at the  tips
of her nipples, which she could feel stiffening under her bra.

Setlled  back  into  her desk, Candy began typing again.  She ad-
justed the shoulder strap of her bra, which had  inched  its  way
down  her  arm  slightly.   A  minute or so later, it had done so
again, and this time Candy found she could no longer pull it back
up  onto her shoulder.  Then the strap on the other shoulder fell
too.

Her bra felt tight, and it rubbed where the band fit  around  her
ribs.   She  scratched there tentatively, and felt what seemed to
be a whole new fullness there.  Looking down, she saw that her V-
neck,  which  that  morning  had revealed only the merest hint of
cleavage between her breasts, was about half full.

Her breasts were growing!

She felt another surge as her dress lifted  again.   Her  bra  by
this  time  was  uncomfortably tight, and she realized she had to
make a run for it.  Phoning her supervisor, she  fabricated  some
lie, and got the rest of the day off.  By the time she got to the
front door, her breasts had pushed the bra  up  into  her  V-neck
where it hung like a wounded animal.

Climbing  into  her  red  Mustang, she managed to unhook the now-
useless bra and throw it into the back seat.  She sure  wasn't  a
34C  any  longer.   Her  new breasts crushed against the steering
wheel as she bent over to put the key in the  ignition,  and  she
unbuttoned  her  dress in the back to give her swelling tits some
breathing room.

The dress tightened around her as she drove, and  with  a  mighty
effort, Candy was able to wiggle out of the casing allowing her a
clear view of what had transpired.  Her breasts, once the size of
good  sized  apples, had almost tripled in weight and mass, until
now she had a couple of good-sized honeydew  melons  shaking  and
jiggling  away on her chest.  The rosy nipples had grown as well,
until now they were the size of chalk bits, set in pinkish  areo-
lae the size of coffee can lids.

Candy  let  out  a  war  whoop as she turned down the beach road.
"Bi-i-i-g tits!", she yelled, to no one in  particular.   "I  got
bi-i-i-i-g tits!"

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"So,  how  big  am I gonna get, 'Manda?"  Ashley asked as she and
Amanda took a mid-morning stroll down the beach.

Ginny had finally been able to construct a swim suit  for  Amanda
from  a  pair of brown curtains and a couple of yards of elastic.
A great cavernous looking thing it was on top, with a  body  band
that  covered  her  entire  back  and shoulder straps almost nine
inches wide, deeply padded.   Since  Amanda's  breasts  projected
nearly  two  and  a  half feet into the space surounding her, the
swimsuit top was a marvel of engineering as well as tailoring.

At least it kept her boobs from slapping against the tops of  her
thighs as she walked.

"As big as I am is my guess, Ashley", Amanda responded.  "Maybe a
little less, maybe a little more."

Phphew!  Ashley let out a breath of air.  It  was  already  warm,
and  the  sun  was climbing higher in the sky.  She was wearing a
pair of her mother's khaki shorts and a brown tank top that clung
to  every curve of her newly-sprouted breasts.  "I'm already big-
ger than anyone else in my class, Amanda.  I'll be going into the
fifth  grade next year, and I can't think of anyone who was wear-
ing so much as an A-cup when I left, and I got a B-cup now!"

"It was worse for me", Amanda replied.   "I  was  in  the  second
grade,  and  before the school year was over, I was 38-19-33, and
now look at me!  I don't think there's a third grade classroom in
the country that'll have me."

The  two  friends  turned  to  watch  a red Mustang roar down the
beachfront highway towards their cottage.  "Mom's home early  for
some reason", Ashley remarked.

Amanda  and  Ashley  found  the cottage topsy-turvy when they ar-
rived.  Susan, Tarah,  Chrissy,  and  Ashley's  mother  were  all
standing in the middle of the living room, naked to the waist and
talking at once.  It was obvious what had happened to them.

"I don't know what came over me..."

"...then he turned around..."

"..had to ask for the  rest  of  the  day  off.   No  way  I  was
gonna..."

"..can't get into any of my tops or blouses anymore..."


"That's  nothing,  Mom",  Ashley  began.  "Amanda told me.."  But
Amanda had lifted a forefinger to her lips to caution Ashley  not
to  betray  any confidences.  Her remark went unnoticed anyway in
the general uproar.

Then Ashley bent over nearly double in the middle of  the  dining
room.  "O-o-oh, MOM!", she shrieked.

"Ashley!",  Candy  shouted,  forgetting her excitement in concern
for her daughter.

"Don't worry, Candy", Amanda told her, moving Ashley over to  the
sofa.  "Just sit down next to her."

Ashley  began  laughing  uncontrollably,  clutching at her bikini
top.  "Oh, Mom, it feels so GOOD!  Did  it  feel  this  good  for
you?"   Susan,  Chrissy and Tarah moved in closer, standing ready
to run get any article Candy might ask for.

"What feels good, baby?", Candy asked.

"When your tits grew, Mom", Ashley replied.  "Mine  feel  wonder-
ful,  like  a  skyrocket's gone off inside them.  Oh, look there.
There it goes!"

Sure enough, Ashley's bikini top rose  slightly,  and  two  small
protuberances  of  tit-meat  forced their way up out of the cups.
Ashley groaned again, and the bikini top stretched  and  narrowed
visibly as her breasts swelled and enlarged.

"Baby!", screamed Candy.  "You're growing too!  But..."

"Yeah,  Mom",  Ashley smiled.  "I didn't want you to have all the
fun!"  She groaned again, and the bikini top folded in on  itself
from the pressure of Ashley's swelling breasts on the top and the
bottom.  The stitching holding the body band to the cups began to
unravel.

"I'm gonna have big tits too, Mom", Ashley murmured.  "We're both
gonna have big tits together.  You and me.  Mother and daughter."

"Oh,  baby", cried Candy, caressing Ashley and smoothing her hair
down.  Then, Ashley arched her back and the bikini top went  fly-
ing  across  the room as the clasps in the back ripped away under
the unrelenting strain of her growing jugs.  She stood up off the
couch,  and  cupped  her  newly  minted  breasts with both hands.
"This is EXCELLENT, Mom!", she crowed.  "I hope you  don't  mind,
Momma,  but  this  is better than Christmas, or Halloween or any-
thing!"  Ashley shook her  chest  vigorously,  flopping  her  new
boobs around wildly.  "I love 'em!", she hooted.

Tarah  looked  over  at  Amanda, who had been calmly watching the
whole scene from the dining room table.   "You  know  more  about
this than you're telling, don't you Amanda?", she accused.

Sighing  wistfully, Amanda thrust her own gigantic bosom forward.
"I know all about it, Tarah", she said wearily.  "Tonight,  after
everyone's had their turn, I'll explain everything, OK?"

Just  then,  Courtney  burst in upon the group, clutching the re-
mains of her white blouse to her chest.  The other  women  looked
at each other and laughed.

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"I was downtown paying the light bill when I felt it.  I  suppose
you  all  know what I'm talking about.  My shirt felt tight, like
it was all of a sudden two sizes too small. "

"Then I realized it wasn't my shirt at all, but my bra.   I  just
bought it new two days ago, a 34B, bigger than **I've** ever worn
before.  I reached down to see what was going on, and  damned  if
it  didn't  feel  like  there was more of me there than there was
just five minutes ago!"

"I didn't feel any pain or anything, just a gentle warmth, but it
wouldn't  go  away.   In this heat, it made me kind of uncomfort-
able, so I undid the first button on my blouse.  It  popped  open
like  something was pushing against it, and I saw that my breasts
were pushing up out of my bra."

"At this time, I was standing in line at the power  company,  and
there  were  a  lot  of  people  ahead  of  me.  The warm feeling
wouldn't go away, and neither would the pressure in my shirt.   I
watched  as  gaps opened between all my buttons, and the front of
the shirt stretched across my growing tits."

"Nothing I can do to stop it, I thought.  I pushed against  them,
but  instead,  I  felt  them  pressing against my arms.  As I was
pushing them in, they were pushing me out,  and  they  were  win-
ning!"

"Finally,  I made it to the window just as one of my buttons flew
off and hit the clerk in the eye.  As I turned to go, there was a
general  eruption,  and  wham!,  the girls came flying out of the
blouse, ripping right through the front when the last two buttons
wouldn't  give  way.   The security guard dropped his dentures on
the floor as I walked out the door."

"Gotta admit.  I've never had that kind of impact on men  before.
It feels kinda good."


























