Dr  Hooters  -  Pt.  LVII 
by the Road Dog
NOTHING LIKE A WALK ON THE BEACH 


What a beautiful day, Ashley thought to herself as she turned  in
bed  and  stretched.   She  glanced  at the clock in her bedroom.
9:30 it said.  Reaching under her sheets, Ashley massaged her big
breasts.  Yep, she thought, they're still there!  Six days later,
and she hadn't lost an inch!  Now, every day's gonna be a beauti-
ful day.  She jumped out of bed and pulled her nightgown off, and
stood in front of the full-length mirror in her panties.

Wow, she thought.  Look at 'em!   They're really BIG!  She turned
to  one  side  and then the other to admire their size and shape.
Turning around and looking at herself over her left shoulder, she
could  still  see  the sides of her massive breasts protruding on
either side of her rib cage.  Then she heard the door  open,  and
Susan walked into the room.

"Checking  yourself  out,  huh,  Ashley?", the long-haired Korean
girl laughed.  "We've all been doing a little of that since  last
Sunday.  Do you like what you see?"

Ashley thrust her breasts out as far as they would go, and traced
little circles around her areolae with her forefingers.  "I  love
'em,  Susan", she responded.  "I can't believe how big they are."

Susan shook her own impressive chest under a black top.  She  had
grown  to  a mind-boggling sixty-three inches, which, on her tiny
five-foot-two inch frame, made her look even bigger than she was.
"We've  all  been  pretty  damn  lucky,  Ashley", she said.  "But
you're the luckiest of all.  You'll never have to go through what
we did, being flat-chested."

Grabbing her breasts with both hands, Ashley shook them vigorous-
ly.  "No, I don't think so", she agreed.  Still  laughing,  Susan
disappeared down the stairs.

Rummaging  about  in  the  closet, she pulled out one of the swim
suits her mother ahd bought for her in Pompano Beach.  It  was  a
hot  pink two-piece, and the top was positively immense.  Pulling
the top up over her shoulders,  she giggled  as  her  whole  head
disappeared  inside  one of the spacious cups.  "Holy shit!  Holy
shit!", she repeated to herself again and again.

Leaning over to lower her big breasts into  the  capacious  cups,
Ashley  felt them slapping lightly against her thighs.  Then, she
stood up, lifting the thick straps over  her  shouders,  and  she
reached  behind  her back to fasten the broad band with its muti-
tude of hooks and snaps.  Bounding downstairs, she saw that Aman-
da,  her  erstwhile  guardian and babysitter, was chattering away
merrily on the telephone, and wasn't paying any attention to Ash-
ley at all.

Ashley  poured  a  glass  of  milk  and downed it in two or three
gulps, dribbling droplets off her chin onto her  enormous  boobs.
Regular  cow's  milk now, she thought.  Amanda had stopped giving
milk over a week ago, and by then, the  transformation  was  well
under  way.   Thank  God  she had gotten in on it!  Look at these
tits, she thought.  What nine-year old girl ever  had  tits  like
these?

Except Amanda herself, that is.

"Mandy!",  she called from the kitchen.  "I'm going for a walk up
the beach!"  Amanda looked up from the phone and waved.

Stepping out on the front porch of the cottage, Ashley  waved  at
the small knot of guys that always seemed to be hanging ut on the
other side of the street from the house.  This  crowd  had  grown
recently, but it was still early in the morning on a weekday, and
even the most ardent of their fans was either at work,  or  still
in bed.

About  a  block or so up the beach from the house, Ashley hit pay
dirt.  Amelia Quincey and Tammi Roberts were playing in the  sand
together.   They  were  the two prettiest girls in Ashley's third
grade class the past year, and neither one of them had much  time
to  spare  for her before.  Let's see who's got time for who now,
Ashley thought as she walked up to them.

"Hey, Amelia!  Hey, Tammy", Ashley called out to  them,  sticking
her  hands behind her back and dragging her toe through the sand.
"Whatcha doin'?"

Tammy, a honey-blonde with green eyes and a deep, almost  precan-
cerous  tan,  looked  up.   All  she saw was Ashley's frontal on-
slaught, which registered 'adult female' on Tammy's radar screen.
"Hi, lady", she replied.  "Do we know you?  We're not supposed to
talk to strangers."

Oh, I wouldn't call me a stranger, actually",  Ashley  countered.
"Not after everything we went through in Mrs. Parker's class last
year."

The dark-haired, dark-eyed Amelia looked up from her sand castle.
"Say  WHAT?",  she  said.   Then  Tammy recognized her.  "Ashley!
Ashley Ogden!", she screamed.

"That's my name", Ashley said.  "Don't overuse it."

"But, but", sputtered Amelia, trying to form  words  in  a  mouth
that clearly wasn't working too well.

Tammy  broke out into a broad smile.  "Where the **hell** did you
get those big tits, Ashley?", she asked.  "They're DECENT!!"

"Oh, these little things?",  Ashley  indicated  her  new  mammary
splendor with false modesty.  "They just grew."

"Since  June?",  Amelia asked, finding her tongue.  Ashley nodded
her assent.

"They're probably gonna bump you up a  year,  like  they  did  to
Kathy  Jansen  when she grew her tits at the end of fifth grade",
Tammy predicted.  "They put her straight into the seventh  grade,
and you're a lot bigger even than she was."

Amelia  couldn't  tear  her eyes away from the deep canyon of her
classmate's cleavage.  "I've never seen tits  as  big  as  yours,
Ashley,  not even on a grown-up woman.  How did they get so big?"

"Just lucky, I guess", Ashley replied, digging in the  sand  with
her hand, and setting off a multiple wave under her swimsuit top.

Amelia extended a small, brown hand, and  touched  Ashley's  huge
left  tit.  "Hey, cut that out!", Ashley scolded, but she made no
move to remove Amelia's hand.


"They're real, aren't they, Ashley?", Amelia asked with a growing
humility.

"Of course, silly", Ashley continued.  "What did you think?  That
I'd be stuffing my titties full of silicone  already?   My  mom'd
kill  me!!   Naw,  these  are  all  **me**!!"  She shook them for
proof.

Both girls broke into an excited babble, asking Ashley about  ev-
ery  detail  of her astounding growth.  "I'm sorry we treated you
kind of bad last year", apologized Amelia.  "I had no idea..."

"What?  That I'd have tits this big by August?", Ashley  laughed.
"Don't  worry about it!"  Inwardly, she was thrilled to have made
Amelia eat a little humble pie.

Tammy reached over and tapped Ashley on the left shoulder.  "Ash-
ley",  she  implored.  "Can you come to my lawn party on the sev-
enth?  We'll have such fun.  I'd be delighted if you could..."

Ashley frowned.  The seventh was the day  of  Karen  and  Steve's
long-awaited  engagement  party.   Her first party as a big girl,
and she wasn't going to miss it for anything.  Suddenly, she felt
years  older  than either Tammy or Amelia, and she sighed deeply,
causing her huge bust to nearly jump out  of  her  swimsuit  top.
"I'm  sorry,  Tammy", she said.  "I've got a previous engagement.
Maybe some other time, OK?"

She rose to go.  Tammy and Amelia dwindled to little girls,  cow-
ering  at  her  feet,  which  she  couldn't see anyway.  "See you
around", she said.

A sandwich delivery boy fell off his  bicycle  as  Ashley  turned
suddenly in his direction.  Hey, this is fun, she thought to her-
self.

Eventually, Ashley came to a spot where the breakwater came right
down  to the shoreline, and there was only a narrow space between
the water and the looming wall of the breakwater.   Looking  down
the  beach, she saw the rose-colored buildings of the Corona Real
resort on the ither side.  Maybe she'd drop in on Tarah at  work,
she thought.

She  looked up at an ill-favored group of boys sunning themselves
on top of the breakwater about halfway down.  As  she  approached
them, they began to call out to her.

"Well, hey BAY-BEE!"

"Here, pussy, pussy, pussy!"

"Shake that shit, bay-bee!"

Ashley  saw five boys; three skinny, dishwater blond boys as thin
as death and as pale as glowworms popped up from behind  the  re-
taining  wall.   One of them woozily let a plastic bag flutter to
the ground.  Oh shit!   Ashley  thought.   They've  been  huffing
glue,  most likely.  Then, the biggest boy, a large, lumpy fellow
with a shaved head jumped down behind Ashley as  she  passed.   A
dark-haired,  pock-marked  boy with a rat's face followed closely
behind him.

"I'm gonna take a piece outta this shit!",  the  lumpy  boy  mut-
tered.

"Yeah,  'Dre!",  shouted  one of the blond boys.  "Twat like that
don't come out our way every day!"  Ashley looked  at  them  with
disgust, unable to decide which of the five was the ugliest.  She
pretended not to notice them.

" 'Nother stuck-up cunt, huh,  'Dre?",  snarled  the  pock-marked
boy, bare-chested in pair of oversized jeans.

"Uh-yuh",  mumbled 'Dre.  "They-yuh all stuck up 'til yuh cut 'em
some.  Thin they-yuh git nice as hell."

Ashley picked up her pace, but the five boys tailing her  matched
her  pace.   For  the  first  time, she found herself wishing she
hadn't left the house alone, wishing Amanda was  with  her.   "Go
away!", she shouted to her pursuers.  "I'll scream!"

"Uh,  she-yuhll  scream.  Huh huh huh", laughed 'Dre.  The others
cackled like hyenas.  Ashley broke into a run, somehow  believing
that  if she were able to reach the spot where the retaining wall
receeded away from the shoreline  and  treh  beach  began  again,
she'd be safe.

"Girlfriend's big-ass titties shore do shake a lot whin she runs,
don't they 'Dre?", laughed another of the pale boys.

"Uh-yuh.  Shore do", 'Dre agreed.

"Leave me alone!", Ashley shouted one last time  as  she  reached
the  end  of the retaining wall.  "Go away!"  Just then, she felt
the heavy weight of one of her pursuers  fall  across  her  back,
pinning  her  to  the sand.  "Hey!  You lot!", she heard a female
voice call out.  "Leave her alone!"

Her assaulter, amazingly, rolled off her, and Ashley was able  to
stand up.  Before she was able to break and run, 'Dre grabbed her
arm in a meaty grip and pulled her to him.

"Looka here", 'Dre remarked  lethargically.   "Here  cuhm  s'more
pussy onna hoof."

Two  young blonde girls came running up in matching  floral-print
bikinis.  Ashley tried to free herself from 'Dre's grasp, but she
couldn't  resist  his  blubbery  strength.   The two blonde girls
didn't appear to be afraid of the crew of  hoodlums,  and  rushed
right into the thick of things.

"Let her go right now, you fat wanker!", shouted the bigger girl.
"Or I'll call the police on you!"

"Oh, the PO-lice", all the  boys  shouted  in  unison.   "Please,
don't  call  the  PO-lice!"   One of the pale boys made a move to
grab the smaller blonde, when the bigger one dropped him  with  a
well-placed  kick to the crotch.  When he hunched over to protect
the family jewels, she doubled her fists and brought him down in-
to  the sand with a blow to the back of the head.  "Get a load of
that, you little shit!", she howled.

Another of the pale boys howled.  "Wally!  Whot the fuck...?", he
moaned.   Then,  glaring  at  the  blonde girl who stood over his
fallen partner  with  her  fists  clenched,  he  roared  at  her.
"That's  my  brother, you little Brit bitch!  I'm gonna kick your
ass, then I'mo ass-fuck yuh 'til yuh bleed!"

"Oh, yeah, you 'n whose army,  cunt-face?",  taunted  the  larger
blonde.

The  two  remaining pale boys and the pock-marked dark-haired boy
circled the two blondes while 'Dre pulled Ashley closer  to  him,
grubbing away at her bikini top with his fat fingers.

"Hey, fat asshole!", came a voice from behind him.  "Let the girl
go!"  It was a masculine voice, steady, if not deep.


"I'mo bust yur shit", 'Dre remarked phlegmatically,  hauling  off
for  a  roundhouse punch on the tall, dark-skinned boy.  He never
connected, for the dark-haired boy twirled around and caught  the
lumpy hoodlum in the side of the temple with a karate kick.

"C'mon, you fat, ugly faggot", taunted the dark-haired boy.  "I'm
from Miami.  We shoot assholes like you to keep the city  clean!"

"Uh.   Kick-fightin'  bitch,  huh?   From  Mi-yam-muh?", muttered
'Dre, not believing that anyone could lay a  hand  on  him,  much
less do any damage to him.  "I'll still gonna bust yur shit, lit-
tle faggot!", he bellowed as he bore down on his challenger.  The
dark-haired  boy stepped aside as 'Dre charged by, and caught him
behind the knees with a kick that sent the larger  boy  sprawling
in  the  sand.   In  a heartbeat, the dark-haired boy had lept on
'Dre's back, and had him in a  pain-compliance  hold  behind  his
back.

Meanwhile, the other two boys rushed to the aid of the beleagured
blondes and the  shaken  Ashley.   The  bigger  blonde  had  just
dropped  Wally a second time with another kick to the same place,
and Wally lost breakfast all over the beach.

"Serves ya right, dog-breath!", she shouted.

One of the new boys had squared off against the pock-marked  boy,
who  decided he had no stomach for a fair fight, and bolted.  The
two remaining pale-skinned boys were losing a hard scrap  against
the  other new boy, the smaller blonde, and Ashley. Finally, they
broke and ran as well, leaving Wally and 'Dre to  face  the  full
wrath of the combined defenders.

Wally  pretty  much had the fight taken out of him, and he limped
away behind his partners, and the dark-haired boy gave 'Dre's arm
a twist, bringing his knee to play between the larger boy's elbow
and shoulder.

"Ay-yow!", shouted 'Dre in genuine agony,  "Yuh  don't  have  tuh
break it, dammit!"

"Say ' I'm an asshole ' ", demanded the dark-haired boy.

"Go  fuck  yurself.   EEEyow!  Shit!  OK, I'm an asshole!  I'm an
asshole!", 'Dre complied.

"Say ' I ain't got no dick.  Just a little fuzzy place between my
legs! ' "

"Ayayay-yow!"

"Say  it,  bitch!", the dark-haired boy commanded again, and 'Dre
complied, stubbornly but certainly.  The dark-haired boy releases
his  grip,  and  'Dre went running down the beach, calling to his
fleeing buddies.

Ashley turned to her rescuers.  "I gotta thank you all for  show-
ing  up when you did.  That was really scary!"  She smiled at the
larger blonde.  "You sure know where to kick 'em, honey!"

The smaller blonde girl  shook  her  head.   "Bloody  great  bas-
tards!",  she  swore.  "They need summat to do, picking on a girl
like that."  Ashley then noticed that  her  two  female  rescuers
were  also  quite  well-endowed,  revealing  their  assets in the
skimpiest of thong bikinis.

"My name's Ashley Ogden", Ashley said, extending her hand to  the
smaller blonde.

"That's a **boy's** name", giggled the smaller blonde.

Ashley  thrust  her very un-masculine breasts out in reply.   "Do
**I** look like a boy?", she challenged.

"Trish don't mean nothing", replied the larger  blonde.   "Sorry.
I'm  Suki  Mallory,  and  that's my little sister, Trisha, there.
I'm sorry, but we don't know the blokes."

The shorter  blond-haired  boy  laughed.   "No",  he  said.   "We
weren't  together, Ashley.  My name is Eric Preston, from Miami."

"I'm Marty Rodriguez", said the tall, dark boy who had sent  'Dre
running.  I'm from Miami, too."

The third boy smiled.  "I'm Gerard Jones.  They call me 'Chigger'

Ashley looked over at the two blonde girls.  "We're from England.
Wiltshire.",  Suki  said,  anticipating  her question.  "We're on
holiday for a month, up at the Corona Real resort."

"Oh", Ashley replied.  "Two of the girls  I  live  with  work  up
there.  Tarah and Karen.  Have you met 'em?"

"What do they look like?", asked Tricia.

"Tarah's  black,  mulatto  really, with long black hair.  Karen's
beautiful and blonde, with blue  eyes",  Ashley  answered.   "Uh,
they both got big boobs, too."

Tricia  giggled.   "If  they're as big as you are, we'd have been
sure to have noticed them by now."

Chigger jumped into the conversation at  this  juncture.   Girls'
breasts  were  a  matter of some importance to him, and he wasn't
about to let the topic just slide by.

"Shee-yit!", he laughed.  "Lookit  the  pot  callin'  the  kettle
black,  huh?   B'tween  the  three of y'all, I ain't seen so much
titty since my brother Bubba took me to  see  'Redneck  Truckstop
Honeys'  at the Starlight Drive-In!"  Embarassed by his boldness,
he began to pinken slightly about the ears.

The three girls all laughed roundly, and  Ashley  saw  the  older
British  girl  glance at the handsome blonde-haired boy.  Hmmph!,
she thought to herself.  **She** doesn't waste any time, the lit-
tle  Brit cow!   The way she's falling  out of that swimsuit, I'm
surprised all three of them don't have their noses buried  there.
Still, she seems nice...

"Where do you boys stay?", asked the ever-direct Tricia.  By this
time, the whole party was moving slowly in the direction  of  the
still-distant Corona Real resort.

"Oh,  Chig's  a  town boy", replied Eric.  "His folks live out on
Powerline Road.  Marty and me,  we're  staying  with  my  brother
Jeremy just down the beach there on Ocean Drive - 1421."

Ashley  beat  her  palms  together  excitedly.   "Oh goody!", she
squeaked.  "We're neighbors then!  I  live  next  door  at  1401.
Karen's Steve's fiancee.  You know Steve, don't you?"

"We  just  met  him  this  morning", replied Eric.  "Nice fellow.
Plays in a band, doesn't he?"

Suki looked Ashley over.  Little American minx.  Look at the  way
she's  eating  that  nice  Eric  boy alive with her eyes.  Bet if
she'd have half a chance, she'd have him smothered between  those
great titties of hers.  Still, she *does* seem nice...

Putting  her  hand  on Ashley's shoulder, Suki invited her to the
penthouse for lunch.  "Its lovely up there, and the  help  brings
the food right to your door.  We'd love to have you come."

"Yes", squealed Tricia.  "Please do!"

"OK!",  Ashley  agreed  excitedly.  "Thanks!  I'll call home from
your place, then."  She turned her attention to the  three  boys.
"I  hope you guys don't mind.  Since we live right next door, I'm
sure we'll be seeing each other again."  She looked  directly  at
Eric as she said this.

Ashley  blew a kiss in Eric's general direction.  Suki and Ashley
gave a little finger-wave to the departing boys.  "See ya later",
Suki  said.   "Thanks for lending a hand."  She caught Eric's eye
and winked.  "1421 Ocean  Drive  you  said,  didn't  you?"   Eric
dropped his eyes.

"Hope to see you around", he said to her.

Oh,  you will, she thought to herself.  You will indeed.  "Sure",
she said.  The boys separated and began walking  slowly  back  to
the  other  side of the beach.  Suki looked over her shoulders as
they dwindled to three specks on the golden beach.

"These American boys are all right", she  remarked.   "Especially
that Eric.  I wouldn't crawl over *him* to get to you!"

Ashley  laughed.   "You  could  toss  him my way when you're fin-
ished."  This, for some reason, broke the ice with Suki, who  put
her  arm  around  her  sister's waist and that of the dark-haired
American girl.  She laughed.   "When  I  get  through  with  'em,
there's not much left!  Lets get on with lunch"
























