Dr Hooters - Pt. LV 
by the Road Dog
BIG GIRLS DON'T CRY 

They didn't get back from Pompano Beach until well after midnight
that night, what with all the chasing around Amanda made them do,
down  to  Miami to her mother's apartment, off to the north again
to Boca Raton to some beachfront cottage.  Not a soul at home  at
either  place.  And then Amanda made them stop every fifteen min-
utes to dial some number from a pay phone.

So, reluctantly, the caravan headed north  once  again,  back  to
Century Beach up an interminable I-95.  Still, it had been a mem-
orable ride, what with the six-car pile-up they caused  when  ev-
eryone got out to check a noise under Chrissy's hood.

Despite  the  late  hour,  Ginny saw a light still on in Jeremy's
kitchen, and decided to wander over to investigate.  Parking  her
Dodge  Dynasty in the street, she waved all the others good night
and wandered up the walk to Jeremy's porch.  What a  slut  I  am,
she  thought.  I can't even wait until morning like the others to
get some mileage out of these big new tits of mine.

Peering in through the window,  she  saw  Jeremy  seated  at  the
kitchen  table,  finishing up the scraps of the Sunday paper.  He
was wearing a pair of jean cut-offs, and his broad muscular chest
was  bare.  Damn if Amanda's milk hasn't done him as much good as
its done me, she thought.  The little nerd looks like a Greek god
now.  She tapped on the window pane, and Jeremy looked up.

"Damn!  Ginny!   Where  the  hell have you girls been all day? ",
Jeremy asked as he held the door  opened  for  the  curly-haired,
freckled  Ginny.   Then he saw the n ew development for the first
time, as well as the  effect  of  Marina's  undergarments.   "God
DAMN,  Ginny!   Aren't  you all ever gonna stop growing tits over
there?"

Ginny swung her big new breasts around until they were just level
with  Jeremey's face.  "What's the matter?  Don't you like 'em?",
she teased.  "After all, its not like they come with a thirty-day
money-back guarantee."

"What's  not to like?", he replied.  "Do all the girls over there
look like you?"

"Some are bigger", she answered.   "Some of  us  aren't  so  big,
but, yeah, we've all grown."

Jeremy  pulled a chair out for her at the table, noticing that he
needed to pull it out quite a bit farther than before to  accomo-
date  her  than before.  God, he thought, her tits are big as all
hell now. He could see the  tops  of  them  with  their  generous
splash  of  freckles  peeking out of the top of her shirt, and he
felt himself stiffening in spite of his best efforts.

"I've paid fifteen dollars a shot lots a  times  to  see  smaller
tits  than  yours,  Ginny", he confessed, pouring her a beer from
the refrigerator.

"Not exactly what a girl wants to hear at one  o'  clock  in  the
morning  from  a  man  she cares deeply about, Jer", she laughed,
"but it'll do 'til you get a little more romance in your soul."

"Like you should talk, Gin", he taunted her.   "What'd  you  come
over  here to do, anyway?  Read poetry?"  He found her mouth, and
kissed her deeply and passionately.  Ginny stood up  and  wrapped
her  arms  around his neck, her enlarged breasts crushing against
his naked chest like two soft, warm pillows of flesh.  She forgot
about the beer.

 Jeremy swept her into his arms and carried her into his bedroom,
where he deposited her on the big double bed.  Then he crawled in
on  top  of her, running his fingers through her hair and kissing
her about the face, neck and shoulders.

"Go ahead", Ginny whispered huskily.  "Take my  shirt  off.   You
know you want to."

Jeremy  pulled at the cotton cable-knit top, which slipped off of
Ginny much more easily than he expected it to.  Holding it in his
hand,  he  stared  down  at  her  huge  white bra.  "Damn, Ginny,
where'd you get the dope underwear?"  He traced  the  outline  of
the  spacious  cups  with  his fingers, then ran his hands up the
straps to her freckled shoulders, where he began to  loosen  them
and slip them down her arms.  "I didn't know they made a bra this
big.  You could rock a couple of twin babies  to  sleep  in  this
thing!"

Slipping  out  of  her bra, Ginny shook her huge freckled breasts
provocatively in Jeremy's face, the thumb-sized nipples  stiffen-
ing  in the air-conditioning.  Jeremy lifted one to his mouth and
kissed it on the side.  The effort made his biceps bulge  slight-
ly.  Then Ginny reached out and touched Jeremy's shorts.

And screamed.

"Shit!  Ginny!  You wanna wake Steve up?", he hissed.

"Its a monster, Jer!"

Jeremy  stripped  away his cut-offs to reveal his insistent erec-
tion.  "Its not **that** big, Gin", he tried to calm  her.   "Be-
sides, did you think you girls were doing all the growing?"

"I'm  sorry,  Jeremy",  Ginny apologized, sobbing slightly.  "Its
just, I'm scared.  I wanted to make love to you with my  big  new
breasts,  but  now, I don't think that'll fit up inside me!"  She
grabbed the mighty shaft with one hand and gave  it  a  tentative
stroke, moving her arm about thirty degrees from the elbow in do-
ing so.  "Its so big!"

"Look, Gin darling", Jeremy soothed her.  "We don't  have  to  do
the bone dance tonight.  I was gonna go to bed and do the wash in
the morning, before my kid brother gets here.  I wasn't expecting
my  big little freckled girlfriend to show up dripping at my door
at one o' clock in the morning."

"But I WANT to, Jer", she moaned, stripping away her blue  jeans.
"What's  the  use of having big tits if you can't share them with
the man you love?"

Jeremy laughed. "Ask Courtney", he said.   "I  bet  she's  got  a
thousand uses for **her** big tits that don't require a man to be
anything more than a walking ATM!"

"You're such a cynic, Jeremy!", Ginny laughed, causing  her  mas-
sive breasts to shake and quiver like two tubs of Jell-o.

"And  you're  such a dear", Jeremy replied, stripping off Ginny's
panties to reveal her furry, humid womanhood, already  glistening
with the dew of her desire.  "You love me, God knows why, and its
more than I deserve.  Well, lets go ahead."  He straddled her and
aimed  the  head  of his massive dick at the center of her patch.
She grabbed it and began stroking his glans against the  slicken-
ing outer labiae and clitoris, moaning lowly as she did so.

This,  of  course,  coupled  with  the  sight of seeing his girl-
friend's now-immense freckled breasts heaving like a storm-tossed
patch of ocean, had the effect of inflaming Jeremy beyond reason.
He plunged his rod into Ginny's love-pot, but, despite her  copi-
ous  lubrication,  was  unable  to get even all of the fist-sized
head inside.  He groaned with frustration.

"I'm too big, Gin", he complained.  "I don't want  to  hurt  you,
baby."

Ginny  massaged  her  huge  breasts,  kneading them like two huge
piles of dough.  "Stick your big dick between my big,  big  tits,
lover", she whispered.  "I can take it there!"

Swallowing hard, Jeremy removed the head of his dick from Ginny's
cunt and walked up on his knees until his  huge  prong  was  just
amout poking her in the eyes.  Then he lowered it gently into the
great chasm between Ginny's boobs and sighed as  she  closed  her
great mams around it, enclosing it in a warm, fleshy embrace.

"I  always dreamed about having tits big enough to do this, Jer",
Ginny confessed.  "It makes me feel like such a woman."

Jeremy began to slide his huge shaft in  and  out  of  the  great
canyon  of Ginny's cleavage, shuddering at the sensations he felt
as she pressed against her ham-sized boobs with  her  hands,  in-
creasing  and  releasing the pressure as he pumped.  "I love your
big tits, Gin!  I'm so glad they've gotten so big!",  he  gasped.
He  lengthened  and  deepened  his thrusts, as if he were plowing
Ginny's breasts for the spring planting in Iowa.

To Ginny's surprise, her breasts  responded  to  Jeremy's  dick's
rubbing  by  sending spasms of pleasure down her abdomen into her
genital regions, and she realized she was probably going  to  or-
gasm  just  from  Jeremy's tit-fucking.  God, she thought, what a
great body to have!  Big, sensitive tits and a sopping wet pussy.
I'm  gonna  be  this  man's  lifetime  fuck-bunny, and love every
minute of it!

Jeremy, for his part, was finding that having three to four times
more  erectile  tissue  to work with required a bit more logistic
work, but it resulted in a sixteen- to  sixty-four-fold  increase
in  raw  sensation.   He felt uniquely potent and powerful, as he
felt his dick contract and relax much further from his body  then
he  had  ever thought possible.  Finally, with a great shudder as
his dick spasmed from its red, swollen head down to the baseball-
sized  sack  of  his  balls,  Jeremy  came, and began to erupt in
great, steaming clots all over  Ginny's  face,  neck,  shoulders,
hair, as well as his pillow and sheets.

Ginny,  too,  felt  herself cresting as Jeremy began grinding his
balls hard against her aching tits in his powerful  orgasm.   She
baptised  his  lower  sheets as effectively with her ejaculate as
Jeremy was doing with his to his upper sheets.  Minutes later, as
the tingle and hum of their mutual orgasms began to subside, they
cuddled together in one of the few dry spots they could find.

"Good thing you're going to do the  wash  tomorrow,  Jer",  Ginny
said, nestling against Jeremy's chest.

"Just  one question, Gin", Jeremy asked her.  "Is Karen as big as
you are?"

"Bigger, I think", she responded.

"Steve's gonna go ape-shit", Jeremy said.  "I better not count on
him getting any yard work done tomorrow."

"I got a question too, Jeremy."

"What's that?", he answered.

"Is Steve as big as you are?"

"No",  Jeremy  replied  with  more  than a touch of pride.  "He's
pretty big, but not as big as me.  He's got about fourteen,  fif-
teen inches.  I got around eighteen."

"Good", Ginny remarked.  "I think they want kids."

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

Nothing  like  early  morning  to get the shopping done, Courtney
thought as she pushed her cart down the produce aisle at the Pub-
lix  supermarket.   No  lines, no fighting for the best stuff.  I
need to do this more often.

She was dressed in khaki shorts, sandals, and  the  cream-colored
silk blouse she had picked up the at Marina's the day before, and
her long red hair fell in great, thick waves off  her  head  onto
her neck and shoulders, cascading down her back.  Her fifty-seven
inches of newly-grown breast-tissue jutted out proudly  in  front
of  her  like the prow of a ship, firmly anchored by Marina's un-
derwear.

One man, smiling wistfully as she passed, remarked, "I'd  give  a
hundred dollars to see a set like that, and I'd die happy!"

On  impulse  she smiled at him and said, "One hundred thirty, and
you're on!"

Surprised to see himself involved in commerce following  an  idle
remark, the fellow checked his wallet.  Nodding his head, he told
the statuesque redhead,  "If you mean it, I  got  it!"   Courtney
motioned for him to step behind a display of yucca roots.

And  so,  it took Courtney less than twenty seconds, instead of a
half an hour as she had predicted, to recoupe the cost  of  Mari-
na's silk blouse.

"I think I could get used to this, Susan", Tom  told  her  as  he
cupped  her gigantic bronze breasts in his large hands.  "I mean,
I've always considered myself more of a hair-and-ass man,  but  I
have to admit, your big tits look damned good on you!"





Susan  reached  over her head and ran her hands through her thick
mane of long black hair, which spread out  behind  her,  covering
about  six  inches of Tom's lower legs with their silky softness.
"I still have my same hair", she  boasted.   "And  my  same  ass.
That hasn't changed."

Softly  caressing  her  sixty-three  inches of mammalian magnifi-
cence, Tom sighed.  "No", he disagreed.   "They're  better,  too.
Your  hair  is longer.  Thicker.  And your ass is firmer, higher.
Is there some strange Korean sex goddess you've been  praying  to
that we poor benighted Westerners don't know anything about?"

Susan  slapped him playfully on his naked thigh.  "Bad boy!", she
scolded.  "You know I'm third generation  in  this  country,  and
lapsed  Presbyterian  to  boot.   Anyway, even if Mistress Yawaza
could work such miracles, she'd have to have done it for  all  of
us!"

"Cheaper by the dozen?  Group rates?"

Susan  collapsed  over  the  top  of  him, grinding her large new
breasts into the thick red mat of  his  chest  hair.   God,  this
feels so good, she thought.  And just look at him.  He's so happy
with my big boobs, he looks like he's  going  to  dissolve  right
away.  She rubbed them slowly against his chest, and felt the in-
sistent prod of his manhood awake against the inside of her  left
thigh.

Tom  put a big hand behind her head, and crushed her lips against
his in a wild and savage kiss.  Meanwhile,  he  softly  and  cau-
tiously aligned his hips so that his dick brushed lightly against
Susan's humectant love-mound.  He  felt  her  slickness  increase
with his touch.  Good, he thought, she knows I'm here.

And  I don't think now's the time to ask her if she thinks Amanda
would mind singing backup for the band on Friday night.

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

In  the  evening,  Jeremy  marched  them all out to the beach and
posed them in the infamous  Internet  Cheerleaders  pose;  Karen,
Chrissy,  Courtney, and Susan, with Tarah taking the place of the
missing Keesha.  How he had managed to get his hands on the  uni-
forms  no  one asked, but by the time they were through, they had
stretched the sweaters severely, making  it  impossible  for  any
normal sized cheerleaders to wear them in the fall.

Jeremy developed the prints in his darkroom and brought them over
to the waiting party, along with the original portrait  that  had
made  its  way  into the Flagler High yearbook the previous year,
and his enhancement of it which had caused so much bad blood when
he posted it on the Internet.

"If  you  put  this one on the Net, Jeremy", Chrissy laughed, her
gigantic tits shaking on her slender frame, "I'll sue  the  flesh
off your bones!"

Holding  the  negative  to the light, Jeremy laughed.  "Who'd be-
lieve it?  No, this one's for private consumption.  How much  you
think Brian'll pay for it?"

Chrissy laughed again.  "He's got the real article."

"I'm  gonna  give  him a print of this anyway", Jeremy snickered.
"I bet you find it when you two pack up  to  move  into  the  old
folks' home after the kids move out!"

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

"Hey, Bruce", Chico yelled to him.  "You gonna come with us?"

"Nah", Bruce replied, putting the power drill down next to him on
the bench.  "I thought I'd finish takin' this transmission  apart
before I went home tonight.  What time is it anyway?"

"Four-twenty",  Chico  replied.  "If you come right now, we might
just have time to get down there before she comes out.  We  could
get us a good view."

Bruce  rubbed some cleaning compound onto his hands.  "Well, OK",
he agreed.  "But only 'cause you guys can't leave this alone."

"You ain't never seen her, have you, Bruce?", Chico asked him.

"Seen who?"

"The gal with the big boobs who works down  at  the  Courthouse",
Chico  replied.  "Man, where have you BEEN?  All the guys in town
are talkin' about her."  Chico moved his hands out about  a  foot
from  his  chest, and cupped them as if he were holding a pair of
muskmelons in them.  "She's got tits  like  THIS,  man!   To  die
for!"

"Courthouse, huh?", answered Bruce, removing his apron.  "Must be
a new bitch, then.  My ex- works down there, and they've all been
a bunch of flat-chested sluts down there, just like Candy."

Chico held the door open for him as he crawled into the back seat
of Willie's car, and together the three  mechanics  sped  through
the  streets  of Century Beach towards the Courthouse.  Bruce was
surprised at the number of men who had already gathered in antic-
ipation of the goddess's appearance.

"Must  be  some  bitch  if  all these cocksuckers show up just to
watch her strut down the sidewalk", Bruce observed.  "Dumb  look-
ing  bunch of fuckers, though"  There were men from every profes-
sion represented in Century Beach- lawyers and  bureaucrats  from
the  surrounding  government  buildings, merchants from the shops
nearby, police and laborers, even a sprinkling of curious  women.
All of them were staring anxiously at the main door of the Court-
house and the walkway down to the parking lot.

Four-thirty rang out, and the doors of the Courthouse flew  open.
The  clerical  workers  filed  out, mostly tired-looking women in
their thirties, forties and fifties whom the constant  attendance
to the slow-grinding wheels of justice had worn down prematurely.

Then, the door opened and a breathtaking  sight  appeared.   Even
from  a distance, Bruce could tell that this was no ordinary wom-
an..  Her long brown hair fell loosley over her shouders and  her
impressive  bust.   She  was wearing a simple grey skirt and sky-
blue cotton blouse, but there was so much woman crowded into  the
blouse  that  Bruce  found  himself wondering how she was able to
stand upright.

Scattered applause broke out, swelling until it became unanimous.
"What'd  I  tell  you?", Chico scolded him, poking his elbow into
Bruce's ribs.  "How'd you like to get your hands on those?"

"She does have  big  tits",  Bruce  admitted.   "Look,  here  she
comes!"

The  woman  put  on  a  pair of sunglasses and sauntered down the
sidewalk to the parking lot to the general applause.  Walking be-
tween  the two crowds of men on either side, she smiled and waved
slightly to her fans.  She passed close enough to Bruce  and  his
co-workers  that  he  was able to see for himself the massive bra
with its industrial-strength stitching and   thick,  belt-sander-
wide  shoulder  straps.   The woman was built like a brick house,
and her whole demeanour was one of complete control.  Bruce found
himself drawn to the unknown woman.

Then  the  big-breasted  woman  stepped up to her car, and a tall
lawyer-type in a suit and tie opened the car door for her.

"Hey!", Bruce commented to no one  in  particular.   "That  looks
like  Candy's  car."   Then he recognized the woman for the first
time as she turned the keys  in  the  ignition  and  the  Mustang
roared to life.

"Goddamit!",  he  bellowed  as the applause rose and cheers broke
out.  "That's my WIFE you bastards are  shouting  at!   Cocksuck-
ers!"

No one was listening to him.  He sank to his feet in frustration.

"Goddamit!  Candy!"





















































