Dr Hooters - Pt.LI 
by the Road Dog
BUST-OUT AT MUGS 'N JUGS 


 "Look!",  shouted  Trisha,  squashing  her  large  breasts  flat
against the window of the 747.   "Its Disney World!  You can  see
it  from  here  easy!"  Needless to say, the Mallory girls had to
take turns looking, as there wasn't room for  more  than  one  of
them at a time at the window.

Passing  customs  was a long, tedious process, but not uncomfort-
able.  There were long lines for everything;  to get their  pass-
ports stamped, to get their luggage checked.  Penny pointed out a
surly looking policewoman who was eyeing the four sisters  suspi-
ciously.

"Bloody bitch", intoned Suki.  "What the hell does she want?"

"I  was reading in the papers that one girl got pinched trying to
smuggle in cocaine in her brassiere.  Seems she aroused suspicion
because  she was so much bigger coming back than when she left.",
replied Katie.

"Ah, so she went to South America for the surgery", mocked  Suki,
shaking  her  ample bosom at the scowling policewoman.  "I'd love
to have that sour-looking lezzie pat me down for dope,  and  find
out  there isn't anything underneath here but plain old Suki Mal-
lory!  They'd probably have to mop their floor up afterwards."

"Sshh-t", warned  Penny.   "Here  she  comes!"   The  policewoman
strolled  by them, giving them all a studied, weary glance.  Then
she wandered off in search of new prey.

"Obviously, we don't fit some profile", remarked  Katie.   Trisha
thrust  her  chest out proudly, practically ripping her brand-new
jumper at the seams.  "Well, if they don't like  **my**  profile,
they  know what they can do!", she said.  Suki slapped her on the
back of the head.

Katie picked up the keys to the Cadillac, which turned out to  be
very  new,  very  long, and very well appointed.  "It's lovely!",
declared Trisha.  "How long do you think its going to take you to
learn to drive on the other side of the road, Katie?"

"About  three accidents", joked Katie.  It was hard, and required
a good deal of concentration,  but  after  a  couple  very  close
calls, Katie managed to navigate the American highways and locate
the road to Century Beach.  Within two hours, they were at  their
destination, the Corona Real Resort.

"Phew!   Its  hot!",  complained  Trisha, as the porters unloaded
their luggage.   "It feels like a steam bath."

Suki laughed.  "I imagine once we get some of these clothes  off,
it won't feel so muggy."

"Why  are you always so keen on taking your clothes off, Sooks?",
asked Penny jokingly.

Katie had wisely decided to arrive two days before  the  official
beginning  of  their  month, paying for the hotel room out of her
own pocket, while waiting for the resort to prepare the penthouse
on the twelfth floor.  It gave them a chance to relax, to recover
from the jet-lag, and plan their next few days.

Suki and Katie did most  of  the  planning.   Disney  World  came
first,  they decided, and the sisters Mallory spent an exhausting
two days exploring the world-famous attraction.   For once,  they
were  in  a crowd that they hadn't occasioned, and it felt rather
good.  After that, they were ready for some sun and surf.   Katie
made an announcement.

"Jennie's going to be arriving on the fourth, and I have to drive
back to Orlando to pick her up.  You girls'll be on your own  for
the day.  Can I trust you?"

"We  won't do anything **you** wouldn't", replied Suki, delighted
at the prospect of rambling around the area with no  pesky  older
sisters getting in the way.

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Compared  to the sedate atmosphere of the exclusive club she used
to work at, Mugs 'n' Jugs was a whirlwind of activity, and Court-
ney  found herself working much harder than before.  Then too, it
was a younger crowd, not so well-heeled.  They drank more,  spent
more  money,  and tipped better.   Ironically, despite what would
appear to be a step down in her  fortunes,  Courtney  was  making
money as fast as if she could print it herself.

Mugs 'n' Jugs was one of those infamous 'breastaurants' which had
so recently sprouted up all over the country.  The  original  had
its  start in Clearwater, or some such place, and now there was a
world-wide chain of dozens of  shops with several competitors.

The concept was simple.  You offer a basic menu  of  beach  food;
chicken  wings,  burgers,  oysters,  beer, and french fries.  You
hire a cadre of big-haired, perky young university girls to serve
it  up, dressing them in high heels, panty hose, satin shorts and
cutaway t-shirts.  then, you sit back and let the money roll  in.

The  unspoken  secret  of Mugs 'n' Jugs was this: the bigger your
tits, the bigger your tips.  Despite its name,  the  chain  could
recruit  few girls with the kind of figure that the name implied.
Girls with very large breasts tended to  be  somewhat  chunky  in
other  areas as well, and so most of the waitresses turned out to
be willowy, leggy A-cups with lots  of  hair,  spectacular  back-
sides,  nice  smiles,  and  ambitions  in the modelling or acting
fields.

Courtney hit the place like a bomb.   She  had  never  considered
working  at  Mugs 'n' Jugs in her flat-chested days, but now that
she was filling out a 34F comfortably, it seemed just  the  place
for  her.   She was hired on sight, and made one hundred fourteen
dollars in tips for her first six hours.   Not  bad  for  humpin'
chicken wings and beer, she thought  to herself.

The  next night she worked braless.  The sight of the tall, busty
redhead jiggling away merrily under her midriff-baring cotton  T-
shirt  sent  the customers to the phones and lit up the exchanges
from Daytona to Jacksonville.  The night after that, she persuad-
ed Chrissy and Susan to sign on, and the place was packed  to the
walls every night, weeknight or weekend.

What a difference a few inches make, Courtney thought.  Customers
treated  her with respect and enthusiasm, and before long, Court-
ney noticed that she and her friends moved with a new confidence,
even  an  arrogance,  that  they  never had before when they were
flat-chested.  Well, I've been  flat,  and  now  I'm  busty,  she
thought  to  herself,  and damn! if busty isn't a whole different
world.

Oddly, the A-cups didn't resent Courtney or her friends.  Indeed,
they  treated  the big-breasted trio with great deference and re-
spect, going out of their way to make sure that Courtney,  Susan,
and  Chrissy had the high-traffic tables and high-exposure areas.
Big tits meant big money for everyone, from the manager  down  to
the  bus  boys, and everyone enjoyed sharing in the general pros-
perity.

One night, about a week after she had started,  Courtney  felt  a
tingling  in her breasts.  By this time, though, she knew what it
was.   She was preparing to grow again.  She tracked  down  Susan
and  Chrissy,  and  found  they were experiencing the same sensa-
tions.

"Hey, Jim's not gonna send all three of us home  at  once",  com-
plained Chrissy, referring to the manager.  "We're his cash cows,
so to speak, the bastard."

"Well then", remarked Courtney with a smile.  "We'll just have to
stay here and grow, won't we?"

Susan  plumped  her  big breasts in her hands.  "There isn't much
room inside these skimpy little shirts for these mommas to grow",
she declared.  "We'll be topless inside of five minutes."

"Let Jim worry about that", Chrissy said.  There was a county or-
dinance forbidding topless entertainers in an establishment serv-
ing  alcoholic  beverages,  and Jim was always nervously checking
the girls' T-shirts, making sure they didn't cross the fine  line
between titillation and violation.  "How're they gonna explain in
court that they closed this place down because our titties grew?"

Courtney,  Susan,  and  Chrissy went back to work.  True to form,
the flimsy Mugs 'n'Suds T-shirts didn't put up much of  a  fight,
and  Courtney blew hers out across a table full of trial lawyers.
She excused herself, and went to pick up another,  but  even  the
largest  size  only  just  covered her nipples, leaving a growing
mass of visible breast-flesh swelling away under  the  fringe  of
the outclassed T-shirt.

Chrissy was carrying a tray of beer mugs out of the bar area when
she felt her T-shirt give way.  The tiny brunette had no  end  of
trouble  after  that.   Turning too quickly, she slapped a dining
account manager across the side of his face with her growing left
tit.

Then  she heard a ripping sound from the other side of the floor.
"My God!  That little Korean girl!  Look!  Her  tits  are  coming
right  out  of her shirt!", Chrissy heard.   Susan was having her
own problems.  "How does she **do** that?", Chrissy heard another
customer say.

Confused  and  frightened, Jim ushered the three of them into the
staff meeting room.  Chrissy, Courtney, and Susan laughed to  see
how  much  they had grown.  All three of them were much too large
for the standard issue midriff-cut shirt, and  Jim  couldn't  pry
his eyes off the six swelling orbs in front of him.

"How  do  you girls do that?", he asked as Courtney, Chrissy, and
Susan all added another cup size to their general bounty. Why  do
the  bastards  always  think  its something we're doing?, thought
Courtney.  If only they knew how easy it was.  You just sit  back
and let 'em rip!

Chrissy  smiled  and  laughed.  "That's our little secret, boss",
she said as her tits swelled outward another fraction of an inch.
Her firm uplifted breasts were the size of volleyballs now, look-
ing enormous on her small frame.  There was no  way  Chrissy  was
ever going to get  them inside a Mugs 'n' Jugs T-shirt again.

Courtney's  breasts  trembled  and  grew another inch or so.  She
stroked the side of her left breast with her dainty hand.  So big
now.

"Can  you  teach the other girls how to do this?", Jim asked dry-
mouthed.

"No", answered Susan.  "We're special."  Her tawny breasts pushed
out  even  further,  practically  into  Jim's face.  "Our breasts
grow.  See how big they're getting?"  She traced the  vast  curve
of  her expanding tit from her neck to her nipple with the tip of
her fingernail.

Jim disappeared.  "Gone to jack  off,  do  you  suppose?",  asked
Chrissy.

He  reemerged with three full-sized, extra large Mugs 'n' Jugs T-
shirts.  "Put these on!", he ordered.  The  three  girls  obeyed,
pulling  and  stretching  the T-shirts over their swollen chests.
It was a tight fit.  So large had their chests become,  that  the
fabric  stretched out across the vast bulge of their breasts, and
they couldn't get the shirts tucked into the waistband  of  their
shorts.  The shop's insignia was unreadable.

"You'll  just  have  to  work  in  these until I can get some new
shirts made for you", he promised.  "Go easy on the other  girls,
OK?   Its  not  their  fault  they  aren't  half-balloon like you
three."

He stood behind them, closing the meeting room door.  "As for me,
I'm gonna buy me a new boat tomorrow!", he announced with glee.

Courtney pulled the oversized T-shirt over her steadily-expanding
boobs with some difficulty.  Hot damn,  she thought.   I'm  still
growing.   Seems  this tit-growth is like a snowstorm.  You never
know how long its going to last, or how many inches you're  gonna
get.   Jiggling  away madly, she stepped out onto the floor.  No,
that's *sex* that's supposed to be like a snowstorm.

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Ginny carefully pinned Karen back into the wedding gown  she  was
designing for her.  "Classic A-line fits you better than anything
else, Karen", she mumbled through the pins.  "You'll be a beauti-
ful bride.  Let me get theis zipper up."

Karen stood on the stool and admired Ginny's handiwork.  The work
was almost done, which was surprising considering that Ginny  had
to  alter the design twice as Karen's bustline grew.   But now it
was almost finished.  Only a few minor details  needed  attending
to.

Candy,  Tarah, and Ashley stood around her in their peach-colored
bridesmaid outfits.  Ashley, actually, was standing in for  Ginny
herself,  who  was much the same size.   "I'm glad you've lowered
the neckline again, Ginny", said Karen.  "It'll be  fun  being  a
busty bride!  I never imagined..."

"Steve's such a lucky guy", sighed Candy.  Karen indeed was a vi-
sion in white, lace train falling down her back and covering  the
floor  for  three feet behind her.  Ginny had paid particular at-
tention to the veil;  it hovered lightly about Karen's  face  and
hair like a gauze halo.

"Oh oh", said Karen.

"What's wrong?", asked Ginny through her pins.

"I'm tingling again", responded Karen.

"Ohmigod."    Ginny  attempted to undo the work she had just com-
pleted, but already  she  felt  Karen's  rising  breasts  working
against  her,  stretching  out  the  front  of the gown, pressing
against the seams on the side.

"Amanda told us to expect it", admonished Tarah.   "Mine  feel  a
bit funny, too"

Candy's  hands  flew  to  her own considerable chest.  "Mine just
started as well!  I can feel it!  We're growing again, girls!"

"Ashley?", asked Ginny, pins out of her mouth now.

"I'm way ahead of you, Gin", Ashley  replied.   Indeed,  she  had
peeled  off  the bridesmaid's gown and stood in the middle of the
floor in her bra, panties, hose and high heels, looking  for  all
the  world  twice  as old as her nine years.  Her 34F bra was al-
ready showing signs of stress as her breasts pushed  against  the
cups, rising in two little mounds above them.

"Oh  shit!",  exclaimed  Ginny as one of her own freckled breasts
popped out of its hiding place.  She attempted to  tuck  it  back
away under her shirt, but it wouldn't cooperate.  "Looks like I'm
joining you, girls!", she laughed.

All their discomforts were forgotten, though,  when  Karen  cried
out  for  help.   "Please!", she cried.  "I'm going to split this
dress like a sausage casing if you all don't do something!"

Frantically, they set to work pulling pins out of the gown,  try-
ing to free enough space for Karen to grow safely.  They were al-
most successful when the heard a heart-rending ripping sound.  It
was  the  zipper.   As Karen's breasts expanded in the front, the
zipper pulled away from the other fabric in the  back,  until  it
was pulled clear.

V-v-v-r-r-r-aaap!  Tarah heard her bridesmaid's gown tear away as
her own burgeoning cinnamon-colored mams pushed away relentlessly
at  the  fabric.    The  seam in the shoulders and under her arms
were beginning to give way, and her recently purchased  36FF  bra
was riding up as her breasts swelled.

"Dammit!", she swore.  "I just bought that rag.  Eighteen dollars
it cost me, and now look at it!   Useless  as  a  doll's  hanker-
chief!"   She  managed  to  wiggle  out of the devastation of the
bridesmaid's gown.

Ashley unshouldered her bra and flung it to the  ground.   "Look,
Mom!",  she shouted, shaking her new titties vigorously.  "EXCEL-
LENT!! Amanda was right.  We **are** going to get big!  REAL big!
Look, Mom, I'm bigger than you are, now!"

Candy was occupied in pulling off her own increasingly uncomfort-
able brassiere.  Her breasts were  flowing out the tops,  bottoms
and  sides  of the cups by the time she got all the hooks undone.
"Well, not by much, baby.  Your old mother's growing pretty  fast
herself!   She lifted two copious, overflowing handfuls of titty.

Lifing one huge mammary to her mouth, Ashley found she could suck
on  the nipple.  "Momma!  Look!", she crowed proudly.  "Only nine
years old, and I can suck my own tits!  Hey!  This is great!"

She chattered on excitedly.  Grabbing  her  new  attributes  with
both  hands,  she  lifted  them up for her mother to inspect.  "I
can't wait 'til school starts in the fall!", she crowed.    "Wait
'til Mindy and Barbie see these whoppers!  They'll turn green and
DIE!  Mom, I'm so glad we came out here for the summer!"

Tarah, Candy, and Ashley  devoted  themselves  to  comparing  the
growth of their now-impressive breasts, leaving only Ginny, whose
breasts had fallen out of her shirt and were growing rapidly  to-
wards  the floor, to attend to the increasingly beleagured Karen.
"Do you think you three could stop your sick little  titty  games
and lend a hand?", she pleaded.

Karen's  bodice, by this time, was in serious trouble.  Two large
and rapidly growing hemispheres of tit had forced  their  way  up
out  of the confines of Karen's gown and were threatening to tear
the fabric straight down the middle, where it was  already  seri-
ously stretched.

"Too  late!",  screamed Karen as her breasts exploded through the
bodice, tearing through the thick fabric as though it were tissue
paper.   She tried to stop their shaking with her hands, but they
were much too large for that now, and she only succeeded in  agi-
tating them further.

"Oh  well", sighed Ginny.  " 'For better or for worse' .  Back to
the designing  board  we  go."   She  scooped  her  own  dangling
breasts,  the  nipples now brushing roughly against the carpet as
she knelt over, into her hands and stood up.




































