Dr Hooters - Pt. LIII 
by the Road Dog
OVERSIGHT AND UNDERWEAR 


Amanda woke all the girls in the cottage up at four, according to
the plan.  By five-thirty, they  were  all  in  the  cars,  still
sleepily  munching on doughnuts and sipping coffee, and the cara-
van pulled out of the lot while the ocean horizon was just begin-
ning to glow with the first hints of dawn.

Pulling out onto I-95, the four cars turned south, towards Miami.
Even with seven drivers for the four cars, they had to pull  over
frequently to change, and those few fortunate souls abroad on the
roads that Sunday morning returned to their homes with some  mar-
velous tales.


Driving  slowly,  the  caravan slowly wound its way south through
Daytona, past the Cape and Melbourne.  Then came the  long,  dull
drive through the little coastal resort towns of Vero Beach, Fort
Pierce, Port St Lucie, Stuart.  Almost without warning, the  city
sprang  up around them, and they were in urban Palm Beach County.

Delighted, Amanda reached over from the back seat of Karen's car,
filling  the passenger's side of the front instantly with her im-
mense boobs.  She switched the car radio to a Cuban music station
and cranked it up full volume.

"Oiga!   Mi  musica!",  she shouted in Spanish as the distinctive
salsa rhythms poured out.

Carefully, Amanda guided them past  Boca  Raton,  and  instructed
them to leave the freeway at Pompano Beach, and turn down towards
the ocean.  It was just past noon.  Following  Amanda's  instruc-
tions,  Karen  weaved  in and out of the unfamiliar streets until
they stopped in front of a low white building about a block  from
the  beach.  The sign in the window read ALTERATIONS/CONFECCIONES
in Spanish and English.

"Are you **sure** this is the place, Mandy?", asked  Karen.   "It
doesn't look as though anyone's home."

"She's  here", replied Amanda confidently, who had just completed
a mental scan of the place and verified Marina's presence.   "And
if she can't help us, there isn't anyone else who can!"

Amanda  got  out  of  the car and rang the doorbell.  She heard a
voice and footsteps inside, the n the door opened, and there  was
the  grey-haired little lady who had come to her and Blair's res-
cue what seemed to be years ago now.  Amanda almost cried, it was
so  good  to  see a face she remembered from before her captivity
and shipwreck.

"I remember you", the little lady said in  her  heavily  accented
English.  "You com' wit' Mary Lou that time.  I 'member.  How she
is, Mary Lou?"  She glanced at Amanda's extraordinary bust, about
eye-level with hers and filling her entire field of vision.  "You
grown since I lass' see you, mi hijita!  Come inside!"

Before she stepped inside, Amanda indicated the caravan  of  four
cars  parked  at the curb.  "Little mother", she said in Spanish.
"We need your help.  Please.  I  have  some  friends  here  that,
well, you understand..."

Marina  stepped  out  of the door and waved to the cars, inviting
them inside.  She gasped as the doors opened and  the  passengers
filed  out.  All of them were wearing the largest T-shirts possi-
ble, but were stretching them to the limit.  Great unwieldy mass-
es  of breast tissue heaved and wobbled under the T-shirts as the
car doors closed and the girls filed into the shop.

"Come in, come in, my daughters", invited Marina.  "You  com'  to
the  right  place."  She hugged each girl as she stepped into the
small shop, and gave each one a slight peck on the cheek, in  the
Spanish custom.

"Amanda,  your name is, right?", the little lady beamed.  "I don'
never fo'get none of my special girls.  See!   I  go'  your  name
right  here."   She showed Amanda a notebook from early June with
her name and her sister's, and their measurements, and their pur-
chases.   Tears came to Amanda's eyes as she remembered those in-
nocent days, not even two months  ago.   How  much  had  happened
since then!

Amanda  introduced  her  new  friends around, and asked if Marina
could fit them.

"Two weeks ago, I no could do it,  Amanda",  she  replied.   "But
since  then, I go to a convention in New York City.  There was an
Englishwoman there.  Meese Shaw, that was  her  name.   Beautiful
tall girl she was, I r'member.  We start talking."

"  'Marina',  she tells me. 'The market for our products is going
to explode!  If you get ready now, you can make a lot of  money!'
I  tell  her  I  don' mind making a lots of money, and we go into
beezness together.  I gotta factory in Haiti working  around  the
clock.  She busy too, that Meese Shaw.  Calls every other day al-
most, asking for the most largest sizes."

She turned to the assembled young women in the shop.  "Hokey, ev-
er'body!", she commanded.  "Shirts off!"

 "Les' start with the smallest first, 'Manda", Marina said, indi-
cating that Chrissy should step forward.  Encased  in  a  grossly
oversized T-shirt that fell almost to her ankles, Chrissy jiggled
up, her great gelatinous breasts shaking and heaving on her slen-
der chest.

Pulling  the T-shirt free with a practiced hand, Marina asked her
to lift her breasts, not an easy task, as she  slipped  the  tape
measure  around her rib cage.  "Twenty-four eenches, hijita", she
told Chrissy, giving her a pat on the left  breast.   "Ban'  size
thirty."  Then, concentrating, she pulled a good deal more of the
tape out, fastened one end on Chrissy's impressive  left  nipple,
passed  it  around her back, and drew it across her other nipple,
to join up where she began.

Marina let her breath out slowly.  "Fifty-seven inches", she said
respectfully, shaking her hands out.  "Meese Shaw 'n me, we gotta
new measuring system.  After Z, we start over, and you  a  30  A-
prime,  mi  amor.   Good thing you com' now, not three weeks ago.
Then, the biggest I have a 30T or 30V  I t'ink.  Moch  too  small
for  soch a beeg girl like you!"  Chrissy beamed with pride.  Ma-
rina took her waist and hip measurements as well.  "Eighteen inch
waist,  Thirty-one  inch  hips." She wrote the improbable numbers
down in her notebook.

Patting Chrissy lightly on the rump, Marina called Susan  up  the
stand.   Susan's  car  didn't  have any air conditioning, and her
long coal-black hair had been flying out the window like  a  flag
since  Daytona.  She mounted Marina's step brushing out her hair,
her bobbling breasts barely covered by one of her old T-shirts.

"You nee' more suppor' then that, hijita", scolded Marina,  peel-
ing  the  T-shirt away like an unwanted candy wrapper.  "Now, you
gots leeft 'em for Marina, hokey?"  She passed her  tape  measure
around  Suan's  narrow  rib cage.  "Twenty-seeks", she announced.
"Thass' ban'  size  32.   Good.   I  got  lots  them.   Now,  the
teeties!"

Susan  dropped  her breasts into place once again, where the jig-
gled and bobbled for what seemed to be the  longest  time.   When
they  had  stabilized, Marina drew her measure across the fullest
part of Susan's golden-brown breasts.  "Wow!  Sixty-three  eench-
es!  I canna' believe.  You need a 32-D, no a 32-E-prime!"

Lowering  her gaze, she measured off Susan's waist, finding it to
be twenty-one, and her hips measured off at  thirty-four.   Susan
stepped  off  the  stool with a radiant smile.  Of all the girls,
she had ended up with the biggest breasts, and she was delighted.

"Now  you, sweetie", said Marina, indicating the dark-haired Ash-
ley.  To her surprise, Ashley measured in at sixty  inches  even.
"34ZZ",  Marina put in her notebook.  "Twenty three inches waist.
Thirty five inches hips.  Next!"

Her mother, Candy, broke the tape  at  fifty-nine.   Marina  pen-
cilled in 34X in her book, and measured out twenty-four inches at
the waist, thirty-seven in the hips.  Candy glanced at her daugh-
ter  and  winked.   "Si!   Si!   Tha'ss  righ'",  Marina clucked.
"Both you beeg girls.  You sisters, no?"

"Mother and daughter", corrected Candy.  Marina nodded her  head,
signalling her approval.  "Runs inna family, no?"

"You could say that", Candy laughed.

Tarah  stood  up  next.   "Liff'  'em, please", Marina requested.
"They're too beeg for me to leeft myself!"  Tarah  complied,  and
Marina  got  her  measurement.   Thirty-one eenches, geeves you a
thirty-eigh' ban'", Marina explained. "Now, the teeties,  hokay?"
Marina  stretched  her  tape measure across Tarah's huge breasts,
pausing to lift her glasses.   "Wow!   Seexty-three  eenches.   I
gotta  38Y  jess' for you, darling."  Tarah's waist turned out to
be twenty-six inches, and her hips thirty-seven.  Marina consult-
ed her little book again.

Next,  it was Karen's turn.  Easily the most beautiful of all the
girls there, Karen was complemented by Marina  on her  slim  ath-
letic  physique.   "Moss'  girls  built like you, honey", she ex-
plained.  "They don' pay attention to their other  parts.   Think
all  that  a  man's gonna look at's up here."  She patted her own
capacious bosom.  "Bot you got soch beautiful legs, too.   Tha'ss
so nice."

Karen  lifted  her  breasts to allow Marina passage.  "You a ban'
size 34 too, honey", she purred.  Pulling her tape measure across
Karen's abundant breasts, she wrote 34-B-prime in her book.  "Se-
exty-two eenches.  Waist, twenty-two, and heeps, thirty-six."

Pulling off an oversized man's shirt which she had  tied  off  at
the midriff, Ginny displayed her freckled finery.  She turned out
to be a 36Z, sporting a sixty-two inch bust, a twenty-eight  inch
waist  and  forty  inch hips.  "You lose som' weight, hokey?  Bot
not where eet counts."

Finally, Courtney stepped up onto  Marina's  measuring  platform.
"Feefty-nine  eenches!",  Marina  exclaimed.   "You  need a 34Y."
Courtney's waist measured in at twenty-one, breathtakingly narrow
for  a  girl of five-ten, and her hips topped the tape at thirty-
six.  Clutching her notebook, Marina disappeared  behind  a  cur-
tain,  and  returned  carrying a large cardboard box.  She tossed
the bras freely among the girls, always the correct size  to  the
correct girl.

"She's  amazing",  remarked  Karen  to Amanda, as she lowered her
great watermelon-sized breasts into the soft fabric  of  Marina's
spacious  cups.   Pulling  the  shoulder straps up, she had Susan
fasten the bands from behind.  "I can't believe it!", Karen  said
as  she  massaged her breasts through the soft cotton of the huge
cups.  It felt as though there were a thousand tiny hands pushing
her  enormous  boobs  up and off her abdomen.  "The woman's a ge-
nius!  I don't know how she does it!"

"I had lots ahff practice, Meese", replied Marina.  "I even  haff
som'thing  for my fren' Amanda here."  Reaching into the box, she
pulled a huge, hammock-like aparatus out.  Amanda thought she had
never seen so many snaps, hooks and fasteners.  Marina helped her
in.  It wasn't a bra per se, it  was  more  like  a  body-holder.
Amanda had to step inside of it, as a portion of it was a pair of
women's briefs.  There was a thick strap running down  the  back,
attaching  Velcro to Velcro just above the crack of Amanda's ass.

Astounded, Amanda watched as Marina wrapped two great folds about
her  ash-can  sized breasts, swaddling them in cool white fabric.
The folds wrapped themselves around Amanda's  shoulders  and  an-
chored  themselves  with  more  Velcro down the sides and finally
clipped onto a row of snaps on either side of Amanda's thighs.

To her complete  astonishment,  the  apparatus  lifted  her  one-
hundred  plus  pounds  of breast up off her upper thighs, shaping
and molding it about her chest and abdomen.  The fabric was cool,
and appeared to breath normally.  It was cut to a V in the front,
so that all of Amanda's precipitous cleavage was  visible.   Most
importantly,  it anchored her solidly, so that could finally tell
her breasts which way to go, instead of vice  versa.   She  broke
out into tears.

"-Mamita  linda!   Que  rico!",  she  cried in Spanish.  "Marina!
This is so wonderful, but I can't even begin to pay you for  it!"

Susan  and  Courtney  pulled out their checkbooks simultaneously.
The other girls followed suit.   "Amanda",  Ginny  finally  said.
"Think of today as our treat, after all you've done for us!"

 A  minor  explosion  of  excited laughter broke out in the small
shop as the girls tried on their new  undergarments.   There  was
only one full length mirror in the rear of the shop, and it got a
lot of traffic.   Then Marina opened a lock on a side  door,  and
threw it open.  "I open another section seence the lass' time you
been here, Amanda", she boasted.    "I know how hard eet ees  for
you  girls  to  find cloths, so I open theese, the Supergirl Bou-
tique.   Ees no officially open yet, and I send mos' the  clothes
to  Meese  Shaw  in  London, bot your frien's, they're welcome to
look aroun'"

The girls all gasped.  Tucked away in a little corner was a sump-
tuous collection of outfits, all stylishly tailored and executed,
but obviously made with the well-endowed woman  in  mind.   There
were  business  suits,  sportswear,  casual  outfits, even dinner
gowns.

Even the aisles were wider, to allow larger  figures  better  ac-
cess.   All  the  girls  in the party fell to with great delight,
trying on outfit after colorful outfit.  "A girl  shouldn't  have
to dress een a potato sack, jost because she haffs beeg breasts",
laughed Marina, sharing the girls' delight.

Karen hunted and hunted, until she came face to face with a  glo-
rious white bridal gown, draped over a mannequin of extraordinary
dimensions.  Squeaking with delight, Karen had  Marina  take  the
gown  off  the  mannequin  so she could try it on herself.  A few
minutes later she re-emerged, glowing, all sixty-three inches  of
her  strategically but spectacularly displayed.  Needless to say,
the gown went onto the growing stack of outfits piled up on Mari-
na's counter.

Courtney  turned  over  the  tag on one of Marina's silk blouses.
Confecciones Altamira, it read, one hundred thirty dollars.   She
threw  it  onto  the  pile  of  must-buys stacking up on Marina's
counter.  She stroked her fifty-nine inches of  mammary  spendour
firmly  anchored  in  their new harness and thought to herself, I
can make that back in a half an hour with these babies.  Just you
watch.

Finally,  all the girls had finished making their selections, and
Marina jockeyed her way behind the  cash  register  to  ring   up
their  purchases.  The final bill came to over four thousand dol-
lars, including Karen's ornate gown.  Marina  passed  the  checks
through  her  verifying  machine and smiled broadly.  "Meese Shaw
was right.  Beezness **is** good!"   Then, she offered thick cups
of frothy Cuban coffee around to her satisfied customers.

Just  as the group was preparing to leave with their parcels, Ma-
rina remembered something.  She handed a slip of paper to Amanda.
"Now  I 'member, Amanda", she confessed.  "Your seester com' here
with another woman.  Blon' lady.  She tell me to  geef  you  this
number  eef  I ever see you.  I tell her, hokey, I do that!"  She
handed Amanda a slip of paper with a number written on it.  "Your
seester,  she  tol'  me  eef  you  call,  ask for extension 4319.
Tha'ss very important, she say.  Hokey?"

Bursting into tears of joy, Amanda tried to throw her arms around
Marina's neck.  "Careful, careful, Amanda.  You no drown poor Ma-
rina in teety, hokey?", she laughed.  "I tol' you you com' to the
right place!"



























