Dr Hooters - Pt. LVIII 
by the Road Dog
FRIENDS OLD AND NEW 


Jennie  wasn't  hard to pick out as she came down the ramp off of
the wide-body British Airways jet in Orlando.  The other  passen-
gers  gave the dark-haired, seriously-attired Englishwoman a wide
berth, as if she could infect them with something.  Katie spotted
her right away.

"Yoo-hoo, Jen!", she shouted.  "Over HERE!"

Jennie saw her, and ran to embrace her.  The hugged and kissed, a
kiss that threatened to overstep  the  bounds  of  propriety  and
friendly greeting.  "Grief, Jen", Katie said.  "You look like you
just left the lab."  Jennie was dressed in a   no-nonsense  navy-
blue  business  suit  with  a  white  cravat, hose, and a pleated
skirt.  Her impressive bust was encased in a cream-colored blouse
with gold buttons.

By contrast, five days in Florida had left Katie slightly toasted
in her khaki shorts, white pumps and oversized T-shirt.

Jennie smiled.  "Gone native, Kates?", she  joked,  grabbing  her
girlfriend's arm and giving it a playful squeeze.

" 'The rules are different here' ", said Katie, echoing an adver-
tising campaign she had heard somewhere.

"Let's find out how different", Jennie replied,  giving  Katie  a
clandestine  pat  on the bum.  "But, then, we have to think about
the girls, don't we?"

Katie relaxed.  "Ah, the girls are in fine form", she  told  Jen-
nie.   You  should  see  them in their swim suits.  That juice of
ours did them a power of good."

As they descended the escalator to the baggage claim area, Jennie
grabbed Katie's arm again.  "Speaking of our 'juice', Kates", she
whispered.  "You know that Paula disappeared  right  after  those
experiments  we  did  that  proved that the formula wasn't trans-
ferrable through breast milk."

"I knew she was a bit disappointed", Katie replied.  "But she got
out  of  the affair with the biggest tits of all, so I don't know
why her nose is so out of joint."

"She's here.  In Florida.", warned Jennie,  picking  her  leather
travelling bags off the rotating arm.

"What  is *she* doing here?", asked Katie, surprised.  "I thought
she and that Lee Tasker..."

"Lee Tasker was just a means to an end  for  our  Paula",  Jennie
replied.   "She's  been  working all along for some client in the
Far East, Japanese maybe."  Jennie lifted a  small  black  brief-
case.   "All the papers are in here.  There's some amazing stuff,
Kates.  Roger, Roxanne actually, has been riding the computer day
and  night  for several weeks, digging this stuff up for me.  You
won't believe what he -she's found."

Then she laughed, and all the gaiety and conspiracy  returned  to
her  pretty,  animated face.  "But, we're on holiday now, Kates",
she said, stroking her immense breast under  her  cream  coloured
blouse.   "And  I can't wait until I can jam these babies against
your beautiful face!"

Katie emitted a tiny bat's squeak of lust, and grabbed another of
Jennie's bags as it slid off the conveyor.

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Amanda's phone call came at  the  end  of  the  busiest  week  in
Blair's whole short life.

First,  Jill  had to teach Mary Lou how to keep herself down to a
manageable size.  Repeating her earlier lessons with Blair,  Jill
little by little whittled Mary Lou's abundance down a respectable
eighty-four inches, at which point, Mary  Lou  once  again  found
herself  able to move around, walk, sleep on her back, and appear
in public without causing a stampede.

Several times, though, especially when she got excited, Mary  Lou
had forgotten the techniques she had been taught, and her breasts
ballooned out of her control until  they  regained  their  former
splendor.   The  last  time this had occured, Mary Lou had pushed
several aisles of a supermarket up against the  walls,  and  Jill
had  scarcely  been  able  to  get her out before the cameras and
newspeople arrived.

Roger, though, was a bit put out when it was discovered that Mary
Lou's  sexual  insatiability  was  independent of the size of her
breasts.  He had a rough couple of days before Jill was  able  to
get  that  under  harness  as well.   Ever the gentleman, he took
leave of Jill, Mary Lou, and Blair, promising to hold his tongue,
and to give Mary Lou a call when things normalized.

Then,  suddenly, they could no longer ignore Marsha Sanchez.  One
day late in July, she grew to titanic proportions and, while  the
whole  world  watched,  she  marched  down  through the city like
Godzilla and disappeared into Biscayne Bay.  Under the  most  in-
tense scrutiny, Jill, Katrina actually, had been able to convince
the media and the military authorities that  Marsha's  terrifying
size was the result of a Clayton Enterprises experiment gone bad-
ly awry.

Not that her story was so far from the truth...

Katrina was allowed access to Marsha on her island.   Surprising-
ly,  they found the gigantic teenager quite happily provided for,
with a normal-sized boyfriend for company.  'You'd  be  surprised
how  much fun it can be to be two hundred feet tall', Marsha con-
fided to Blair afterwards, 'if you're willing to be a little cre-
ative.'

Blair and Mary Lou watched as Katrina explained to Marsha how she
should concentrate her force all together in one place, and  hurl
it  forth  from  her body in a great charge.  That night, a great
bolt of green lightning flew over the skies of Miami, causing the
windows  in  several buildings to shatter from the deafening peal
of thunder which followed it.  When it was over, Marsha was  back
to what was 'normal' for her, eight-feet four.

After  that,  Tommy  showed up again.  Having quarrelled with the
owner of the Cadillac Allante, he spent the last couple of months
looking frantically for Blair throughout the whole city.   It had
been pure cunning on his part to deduce that the giantess on  the
television  screen  had  some relation to his girlfriend's outra-
geous growth and subsequent disappearance.  When  Clayton  Enter-
prises  was  mentioned  in  connection  with the whole affair, he
thrashed his street sources about until he came  up  with  Jill's
address.

That Tommy was able to locate Jill's private residence, even with
such difficulty, shook Jill up  somewhat.   Blair  and  the  rest
didn't  see her for the next couple of days.  At least, Tommy had
news about her mother and grandmother.   They were safe, with his
former  foster  father,  in north Florida, about a half an hour's
drive from the resort town of Century Beach, in Flagler County.

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Lunch was, as Suki had promised, varied and abundant.  "I  won  a
sweeps in England from an orange juice company", she explained to
her  new friend.  "A whole month free in Florida for four."

"Who else came with  you?",  asked  Ashley,  busily  squeezing  a
grapefruit into a bowl.  "Your mom and dad?"

"Nah",  Trisha  jumped  in.  "We got two more sisters.  Penny and
Katie.  Pen's off at the mall, we hope.  She's younger, like  us.
Katie's  older,  and  she's  off in Orlando collecting her friend
Jennie at the airport.  Katie's officially looking after us  this
month."

"How  old  are you two, then?", Ashley asked, wrinkling her fore-
head.

"I'm ten, and Trish over there's eight". Suki answered.  "Nine at
Christmas!", Trisha chimed in.

Ashley  looked back and forth at her new friends, puzzled.  Their
floral print bikinis left very little  to  the  imagination,  and
both  girls  filled them out very generously.  Even little Trisha
was much larger on top than most adult women, and, from  the  way
she  had  bounced and flaunted herself with the boys earlier, was
quite aware of it.

Suki read Ashley's unspoken comment.  "You think we can't  possi-
bly be as young as we are, because our tits are so big, right?"

"Uh, well", Ashley stammered.  "I *did* think you were both a bit
older, like maybe sixteen, fifteen."

Trisha pointed at Ashley's own packed-to-bursting  swimsuit  top,
two  buttons  from  exploding  in an avalanche of flesh.  "You're
bigger than we are!", she shouted artlessly.  "How old are  you?"

At first, at crossed Ashley's mind to lie to the two sisters, but
she reconsidered.  There was something going on  here,  something
she  needed to know about.  "I'm like you", she confessed.  "I'm,
uh, only nine.  I've got big tits, but I've only had them  for  a
couple  of  weeks."  She swallowed hard.  "I'm not really used to
them yet.  Not like you two!"

Trisha howled with delight.  "I *knew* it!  I *knew* it, Sooks!",
she yelled.  "The Americans know about it, too!  I *told* you!"

Ashley was genuinely puzzled.  "What do you mean?"

The  two  sisters  told  her  their whole story, how their sister
Katie had been working in a  laboratory  in  England.   One  day,
their  sister came home with a new friend, Jennie.  Katie had al-
ways had 'quite large ones, like all the girls in our family' but
that  night,  she had appeared at the house with these great mas-
sive tits the size of sofa cushions.

That wasn't all.  Her friend Jennie was even larger  than  Katie.
As  it turned out, Katie, a  chemist, had discovered some sort of
formula that made girls' tits grow.  The two of them had  decided
to  test  it  out,  on Katie's sisters.  The formula worked, very
well indeed.

"You should have seen our mum's face that night!", giggled  Suki.
"I thought she was going to just die!"

"You  should have seen *Daniel's* mum's face!", corrected Trisha.

"Anyway", bragged Suki. "ever since then,  we'ved  had  *these*!"
She  indicated  her  big breasts jutting proudly off her chest in
the floral swimsuit top.  "They were the biggest we'd ever  seen,
until we met you!"

Ashley  peeled  away  her  hot pink top, and her own sixty inches
tumbled out into the hotel room.  She brushed a bit of  sand  off
the side of one of them with her hand, and it jiggled correspond-
ingly.  "If you think I'm big", she said,  "you  should  meet  my
friend  Amanda.   I  think she has the biggest tits in the world,
and she's younger than I am, or so she says.  They're  about  the
size of two trash cans."

Emboldened  by  Ashley's  gesture,  both Trisha and Suki stripped
away their tops as well.  The room seemed to shrink as it  filled
with   pink,   pre-adolescent   breast-flesh.    Trisha  giggled.
"Wouldn't that nice Nigger boy like to be here right now?"

" 'Chigger' ", corrected Ashley.  " A chigger's  a  bug  we  have
down  here  in  Florida.   ' Nigger ' 's a not very nice word for
black people."

Suki wrinkled her nose.  "Its a funny name anyway", she said.

"Amanda was shipwrecked in a hurricane we had here  a  couple  of
weeks  ago", Ashley explained.  "She ended up staying with us be-
cause she didn't have any money or any clothes,  and  she  didn't
know  where  her family was.  Really, the only thing she had were
these huge titties!"

"Anyway", Ashley continued.  "If you count  my  mom,  there  were
six,  no  seven,  college  girls staying at the house when Amanda
moved in.  Not long after she moved in,  all  the  girls  in  the
house  started  growing titties, my mom, even me!  At first, they
were real small.  But then, they got bigger, and now, they're all
real  big!"  Ashley grabbed her large, pumpkin-sized breasts with
both hands close to the nipples, indeed, the only place where she
could  get  much  of a grip on them at all.  "Just like me!", she
crowed.

"Ginny, that's one of the girls my mom 'n me  are  staying  with,
broke  down  and  told  us that Amanda had been giving milk every
night, and that she had been putting the milk in the refrigerator
to  try and save money."  Ashley rubbed her cigar-stub sized nip-
ples, making them stand on end.

"Turns out, we'd been drinking Amanda's milk, and it gave us  all
big titties", she concluded.  "I was kind of scared at first, but
now, hell, I think its kind of cool!"

Suki, who found herself more than a little aroused  watching  the
dark-haired  Ashley play with her big breasts, grabbed her around
the neck, crushed her own  forty-six-plus  inches  into  Ashley's
shoulder,  and plopped a big wet kiss on her cheek.  "I think its
lovely to find another girl who knows what it  feels  like",  she
said.   "My sisters and I don't have anyone in our village we can
really talk to.  None of the girls won't come near us 'cos of our
tits, and the blokes, well, they're not much good for talking, if
you know what I mean.  You wanna be friends?"

Ashley broke into a wide smile.  "Friends for-EVER!",  she  trum-
peted, throwing her hand, palm down, into the middle of the space
separating her from Suki and Trisha.

The two sisters threw their hands on  top  of  Ashley's,  excited
about fulfilling what appeared to them to be some exotic American
blood-sister initiation.  "Friends for-EVURR!", they echoed.

Just then, the doorbell rang.  Suki went to open it,  and  gasped
when  she  saw  a beautiful copper-skinned Jamaican girl standing
behind it, nearly exploding out of  her  uniform  blouse.   "Room
service",  she  said.   "Are you finished with your lunch?  There
were two young  black  fellows  standing  behind  her,  but  Suki
couldn't tell whether they worked for the hotel or were just fol-
lowing the girl around.

"Tarah!", Ashley screamed when she saw the Jamaican girl.  "These
are  my  two  new friends, Suki and Trisha Mallory!  They're from
ENGLAND!  Wiltshire!", she added, without much certainty.

Tarah greeted them both.  Looks like they've got at least a  cou-
ple  of  things in common with Ashley, Tarah thought.  That'll be
good for her.  "Pleased to meet you,  Suki,  Trisha.   My  name's
Tarah Morrison, and.."

"You  live  with  Ashley  and her mum at that house on the beach,
don't you?", interrupted Trisha.  "The house where all the  girls
grew  the  fabulous  big tits?  You've got some famous ones your-
self."

Tarah smiled and shook her head.  "Word  does  get  around",  she
said.   "Ashley",  she  continued.   "You need to call the house.
Amanda's worried sick about you, and so is your mom, and  Karen."

"Amanda  was  on the phone when I left.", Ashley countered.  "She
didn't want to come up here with me."

Tarah laughed.  "You haven't heard?  No, how could you?  Amanda's
found her sister!  She'll be coming up sometime tomorrow from Mi-
ami!"
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Peter returned to the limousine with bad news.

"The penthouse has been rented for the entire  month,  Mistress",
he  informed  the  petite  brown-haired  woman in the back of the
lounge.  She was lying back against a pile of  pillows,  and  was
receiving  cunnilingus  from  a  docile  young  man in leg irons.
Thank God our employer doesn't have to pay for all  this  woman's
shit, he thought to himself.

Paula stroked the sides of her improbably large breasts, bringing
herself to a thundering climax right  before  Peter's  eyes,  and
nearly drowning the poor slave in her ejaculate.  Then, returning
to a more normal state, she dismissed the slave.  "You may return
to  the  other  vehicle,  Rodney.  You have served well.  Perhaps
Mistress's compassionate breasts will select you tonight"

"Oh, thank you, Mistress!"  Rodney prostrated himself before  the
object  of his devotion, Paula's extraordinarily large, firm, and
nearly spherical breasts, which stood out on her tiny  four-foot-
ten  frame like two huge pumpkins on a garden stake.  He was sent
flying by a prod from Paula's red pumps.

Wrinking his nose  in  distaste,  Peter  crawled  in  beside  his
coworker.  The woman lives in lingerie and leather, he thought as
Paula pulled her red teddy back  into  place  following  Rodney's
ministrations.  And they pay her for the abuse, the perverts!

"You disapprove of my lifestyle, colleague", Paula accused him as
he found a place next to her.

"Your lifestyle is none of my business, Mistress",  he  returned,
using  the term out of habit.  "It doesn't cost the Firm a penny,
and it serves to protect you from the public eye as much  as  can
be expected for a woman of your, uh, dimensions."

Cradling  her mammoth breasts in her forearms, Paula taunted him.
"You know, I could set it up for you to have a  pair  like  this,
Peter.   Wouldn't  that  go over big with those young boys you're
always chasing?  Of course, you'd have to get your  name  changed
on all your credit cards."  Despite his calm demeanour and impec-
cable appearance, Peter flushed bright red.  "Wouldn't  you  know
even an American gent like you would pick up a few select English
vices during his school days!", she laughed.

"As your lifestyle is none of my business, Miss Featherstone", he
responded,  returning  to  a more formal manner of speech, "so my
vices are none of yours.  I shall remain as  I  am,  without  re-
course to such a curious bloating as seems to have befallen you."

The limousine weaved slowly along the oceanfront boulevard, stop-
ping briefly at each hotel and resort while Paula waved the driv-
er on at each one.  They finally drove  up  to  a  well-appointed
place  at the opposite extreme of the beach from the Corona Real,
where they had begun.  Peter went inside to check on the  accomo-
dations.

"They  have a five room three bath suite available at six hundred
per night", he said brightly.  "The Firm will pick  up  two-fifty
if your people will pay the difference."

Paula  made a quick phone call to Miami, and the deal was closed.
Two weeks at five-seventy per, with an option for  an  additional
week  at the standard rate.  She instructed the following vehicle
to prepare the lodgings while she awaited in the limousine.

"It must be nice to have to have your own little doll-house, Miss
Featherstone",   Peter   remarked  caustically.   "Complete  with
dolls."

Paula yawned, her immense breasts shaking wildly like great  vast
tubs  of  gelatin.   "You'll  never know 'til you try it, Petie!"
She made a call to the other vehicle, and presently  a  muscular,
handsome black man with close-cropped hair in a conservative grey
suit and blue tie, stepped into the limousine.  He stripped care-
fully until he was naked except for  his bikini briefs.

"Jerome", Paula greeted him.  "You have been selected to adminis-
ter Mistress's eleventh orgasm today."

She opened a braguette on her red silk panties  and  exposed  her
dark, glistening patch.  Jerome knelt before her and stared up at
her.

"May I inquire as  to  the  well-being  of  Mistress's  matchless
breasts?", he pleaded.

"You  may",  she  answered  imperiously.   "They shall be full by
evening."

"We rejoice, Mistress", Jerome replied, as he buried his face  in
Paula's cunt and began slurping loudly.

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