Dr Hooters - Pt LIX 
by the Road Dog
NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT 


Having met Ashley, Suki and Trisha so early in the day ruined the
afternoon  of girl-watching that  Eric,  Marty  and  Chigger  had
planned.  After a couple of hours of perusing the local talent of
Century Beach, the three boys decided they all looked sort of un-
derdeveloped,  and decided to head back to Eric's father's house.

Coming in throught the kitchen door, they heard some laughing and
giggling  from an upstairs room. It sounded like a man and a wom-
an.  Eric called upstairs to see if it was  his  brother  Jeremy.
It  wasn't.   Then  there was a loud scream, as if  the woman had
found something that surprised, but delighted her.

"Must be Steve and Karen", Eric explained to his two friends, who
had  switched  on the television in the living room.  Chigger was
playing with one of Jeremy's computers, and  Marty  was  watching
the Disney Afternoon.

"Sure  seems  to be a lot of fuckin' goin on 'round these parts",
Chigger remarked.  "I hope it rubs off on us."

"When did Jeremy say he'd be back, Eric?", asked Marty.

"He went into town to buy some groceries early this morning", Er-
ic  replied.   "He  said  we took him by surprise.  He only found
Dad's note on Sunday, and they've been busy  getting  things  to-
gether  with the band for his roommate's engagement party on Mon-
day."

"Do you think those two blonde English girls'll be goin'?", Chig-
ger wondered aloud.

"Pretty  impressive  chestworks  they had, didn't they?", replied
Marty.  "Not to mention that  Ashley.   **She'll**  be  going,  I
don't  doubt.   She lives next door with your brother's fiancee."
Marty rubbed his chin.  "You know, I haven't seen  knockers  like
that since..."

"Blair and Amanda disappeared", Eric finished for him.

"There  y'all  go  on  about  Blair and Amanda agin!", complained
Chigger.  "Blair and Amanda!  Amanda and Blair!   Damn!   Y'all'd
think  they wasn't no more girls in the whole world b'sides those
two!"

"Its hard to forget a girl when  her  tits  grow  right  in  your
hands",  Eric  said.   Marty nodded his assent.  "It does make an
impression on you", he added.

"Still", Chigger continued.  "I wouldn't give either that  Ashley
or  that  Suki  a  toss-out,  Eric.   Both them li'l heifers were
givin' you the eye like you was  the  prize  bull  at  the  state
fair."

Then  there came a furious clatter at the kitchen door, and Ginny
strode into the room.  "Hey!", she shouted.  "You must  be  Eric!
Jeremy told me you were coming.  Welcome to Century Beach!"

"Actually,  I  come here every sum...", Eric began, but Ginny cut
him off.  "Oh, you've brought some friends with you!"

"Only Marty came with  me  from  Miami",  Eric  explained.   "Ol'
Chig's from out on Powerline."

Ginny  tossed herself down on the sofa, her huge basketball-sized
breasts jiggling despite her large commodious bra,  clearly  out-
lined  against  her  tight white cotton top.  "You're even better
lookin' than your brother, Eric", she laughed.  "But  don't  tell
him I told you that."

"You must be Ginny", Eric said.

"Oh,  he  told you about me, did he?  I must be getting somewhere
with him at last!"  She slapped her jean-clad thigh with her hand
in a gesture of triumph.  "Where is Jer?"

"In town, I think.  He left this morning, and he hasn't been back
since.  But he told me you might be coming over."

"Oh yeah?", Ginny replied.  "What did he say?"

"He said for you to keep the floor dry, that he'd be back as soon
as he could."

"Sounds  like  Jer",  she grimaced.  Then she sat up.  "Hey!  Why
don't you guys come over?  I can introduce you around.  Give us a
couple  minutes to make sure everyone's decent, OK?"  She bounded
up off the sofa and out the kitchen door.  The three  boys  heard
the fence gate slam behind her.

"What  gives  with  all  the  big tits around here?", Chigger re-
marked.  "Your brother's  girlfriend  has  boobies  the  size  of
bushel  baskets!   I've  lived  in  this podunk hole all mah born
days, and I've seen more titty today than I have my whole dog-ass
life!"

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"You've simply *got* to come up and meet my sisters, Chris", Pen-
ny pleaded.  "They'll be simply devastated if  you  don't."   She
pulled on his arm until he consented.

"I  told Mom I'd be back for supper, though, and it won't give us
time to make it to the mall", he countered.

"Oh, *forget* the soddin' mall", she moaned.  "I've got all month
to  go  shopping!"   She moved in close to him, rubbing her ample
breasts against his arm as they stepped off the bus together   in
front of the hotel.

They  found the penthouse deserted, but full of the detritis of a
quickly  consumed  lunch.   "Trish!   Sooks!   Yoo-hoo!",   Penny
called.  "Come on out!"

Chris  lay  his  athletic  bag  on  the couch by the door, looked
around, and let his breath out in a slow  whistle.   "Nice  place
they gave you guys for the month."

"It'll do all right", Penny said.  "I don't know where my sisters
have got to, sweetheart, but I'm sure they'll  be  popping  their
heads out for a look soon enough.  I say we take advantage of the
situation."  She moved in close to Chris and encircled  her  arms
about  his  neck.  Chris responded by putting his arms around her
slender waist and pulling her to him.  He didn't have to pull her
far  before  he  felt the warm softness of her incredible breasts
melting against him.

"You know, Penny...", he started.

"You American boys are all the same", she whispered.   "All  talk
and  no  action!"   Pulling his head down to hers, she locked her
mouth with his.  They collapsed in the middle of  the  floor  for
what seemed to be a geological age while their mouths and tongues
explored each other, then Penny pulled back slightly.

"Oh, yummy", she said, and dove in for more.

Chris ran his hands down her back, pulling it through her  short,
fine  hair,  and  kneading her firm, generous rump.  Penny ground
her pelvis hard against his in way of response, and began  unbut-
toning  his  cotton polo shirt.  Pulling her down onto the floor,
Chris gave a yank on Penny's light  blue  blouse,  liberating  it
from the waistband of her grey floral skirt.

Penny  obliged him by sitting up next to him, and unbuttoning her
blouse slowly.  "You want to see me, Chrissy?", she teased.   She
opened  her blouse to the third button, and flashed Chris a quick
glimpse of impressive cleavage before closing in back  up  again.
Chris  reached  for  the  blouse himself, but she pushed his hand
away.

"No, no, no", she giggled.  "What am I getting in return?"

Chris pulled his polo shirt over his head.  He had a slim, muscu-
lar build, and his chest was still naked, although his young nip-
ples were beginning to sprout some fine down.   Penny oohed,  and
opened  another button.  Now, the tops of her bra cups were visi-
ble, and it seemed to Chris that he had never  seen  anything  so
beautiful  in  all  his life as those two blue lace cups brimming
with snowy white breast-flesh.

He reached for ther shirt  again.   "C'mon  Penny",  he  taunted.
"You've seen everything I've got on top now!"

"A  bloke's  titties aren't nothing", she answered.  "If you want
to see more, you have to show me more."

Chris undid his belt, and pulled down his  zipper.   Penny  undid
another button, giving Chris a full view of her capable blue-lace
bra, and the bounty it contained.  Eager to please, Chris  pulled
his  trousers  clean  off, and tossed them onto the chair next to
him.  He looked kind of ridiculous in his underwear,  socks,  and
soccer  shoes,  but  Penny  rewarded him by slithering out of her
blouse, her creamy upper body encased now in nothing but the  ca-
pacious blue lace bra.

Penny  shook her bounty in Chris's face.  "See!", she teased him.
"I told you it was worth it, didn't I?  Want to see more?"

"I'm gonna have to get naked just to see your  titties,  Penny?",
Chris croaked.  "It really doesn't seem fair to me..."

Turning  her back on Chris, Penny presented him with a challenge.
"If you can get it off", she taunted, "you can see 'em for free!"
Chris fell to the task with an uncommon amount of vigour.  He had
experience in this field, but never  before  had  he  encountered
such a complex, well-secured device.  Little by little, he worked
the innumerable snaps free from  the  hasps,  then  he  carefully
peeled the broad shoulder straps down Penny's arms.

Good  Lord,  thought Chris as Penny's voluminous bra fluttered to
the carpet.  She hardly needed that thing at all.  Penny's  large
golden-white  breasts  stood  high and firm on her slender chest,
beginning just below her collarbone and swelling out to the  bot-
tom  of her rib cage in a perfect teardrop shape, and jutting out
proudly with very little droop or sag.  Her rose-colored  nipples
perched  jauntily  at  the  very  tips,  stiffening  in  the air-
conditioning and pointed upwards at about a forty-five degree an-
gle.

Chris felt tears coming to his eyes.  He had never before come so
close to witnessing perfection.   Penny  expressed  the  unspoken
thought  she saw forming behind his eyes.  "They *are* beautiful,
aren't they, sweets?", she whispered.  "I'm so  glad  you're  the
first boy to see them like this."

Chris bent his head worshipfully and took one of the rosy nipples
with its perfectly round areola into  his  mouth.   Penny  moaned
slightly  and put her slender hand behind his head, burying it in
his mass of dark curls.  With his free  hand,  Chris  pulled  his
briefs away and let Penny see for herself the effect she was hav-
ing on him.

When Penny saw Chris's erection,  something  melted  inside  her.
She  went all loose and wobbly down below her waist, and she felt
something like a tingly fog spread throughout  all  her  members.
She  pulled her skirt away, and soon found that the crotch of her
panties, which were covered with  little  printed  balloons,  was
sopping  wet  for  some  reason.   She  wriggled out of them, and
kicked her shoes off.

Chris collapsed on top of her, pressing his turgid  dick  against
her  thigh,  looking  desperately for entry.  For her part, Penny
writhed and wiggled beneath him, seeking equally  desperately  to
allow  him purchase.  They were on the verge of being defeated by
their mutual inexperience when the front door  of  the  penthouse
flew open.

"Fuck  me, Ash!", Suki shrieked.  "They're fucking **FUCKING**!!!
Fuck! Right on the fucking carpet!"

Trisha howled with laughter.  "Look!  She didn't  even  give  the
poor  fucker  a  chance  to take his fuckin' shoes off, the horny
little slut!"

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Katie drummed her fingertips on the picnic table waiting for Jen-
nie to reemerge from the ladies' 'loo at the rest stop on the su-
perhighway. when she did, Katie smiled.  *This*  was  the  Jennie
she  remembered!   Gone was the drone-like business suit with the
no-nonsense pumps  and  the  sober  pleated  skirt.   Jennie  had
changed  into a breathtakingly snug pair of jeans, a pair of five
inch heels, a yellow halter top that accentuated every  spectacu-
lar curve of her fifty-nine inches, and a large, floppy straw hat
to protect her porcelain complexion form the  fierce  subtropical
sun.

Sitting  down beside Katie on the picnic bench, Jennie opened her
briefcase and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers.  "I  figure  we
can talk here, Kates", she said.  "No place quite so private as a
public piss-stop!"

She turned one of the papers over.  "Tasker  and  Fothergill  had
been lying to us from the beginning", she told the younger woman.
"Not only did our research have nothing to do with that rot about
lowering  sperm counts, but they weren't all that concerned about
breast growth either."

"What do you mean?", asked Katie.  "I thought that was the  whole
purpose behind Herzheim's research, to find a non-surgical alter-
native to breast-enlargement."

"No", Jennie said emphatically.  "That was a by-product, one *we*
discovered  for  them.   Undfortunately, the poor bastards got so
hypnotized by those swelling boobs all around them that they for-
got  about the purpose of their work, and I don't think their em-
ployers are at all pleased!"

"I'm confused", Katie admitted.

"Who signed our checks at the Lab, Kates?", Jennie asked.

"Fothergill, of course."

"And where did *he* get the money?", Jennie continued.

"I had always assumed we were funded by  the  Government",  Katie
replied, shrugging a bare shoulder.

"Wrong",  Jennie  corrected her.  "Herzheim's funding came almost
one hundred percent. from Mastuzaka, a huge  Japanese  firm  with
their  hands  in a lot of pies; shipbuilding, telecommunications,
steel, and it turns out, biotechnology."

Pulling a photocopied article from a manila folder, Jennie passed
it to Katie.  "Effects of Riosine and D-chrysotides on Rodent In-
telligence", Katie read.  "I hope you don't expect me  to  follow
the chemistry, Jen."

"No,  heart",  Jennie patted her on the shoulder.  "Just read the
byline."

" 'Julie Heatherwick and Jill  Clayton,  University  of  Southern
Florida,  Miami,  Florida'  ",  Katie read.  "That's the lab that
Candystripe was financing, wasn't it?  The lab Paula Featherstone
was supposed to be involved with."

"Paula  is  no chemist", warned Jennie.  "The best I can make out
is that she was a money-runner,  hiding  Mastuzaka's  involvement
with Candystripe as she attempted to hide it at Herzheim.  Unfor-
tunately, she took to meddling a bit too deeply, trying  to  find
out  what  her employer was up to, and the whole thing blew up in
her face.  Now she's having to toe the line a little  more  care-
fully."

"So, what does Mastuzaka want?", asked Katie, cutting directly to
the quick.

"Hold your head, Kates", Jennie said.  "From what Roxanne  and  I
have been able to piece together, Mastuzaka is seeking to control
the rate and direction of human evolution.  They've come within a
hair's  breadth  four  times now, and each time, its slipped away
from them.  Herzheim was the latest failure, and  the  most  pub-
lic."

"But here in Florida, quite by accident, and quite inadvertently,
someone succeeded."

Despite the heat, Katie shivered.  "Brrr!",  she  said.   "Sounds
like a scary movie."

"You should be scared", asserted Jennie.  "Have you ever heard of
Yang-Qi Li Yen or the Pyen Yang Lon?"

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