Dr Hooters - Pt. L ON TO BIGGER AND BETTER THINGS Jeremy lifted the weight bar off the stand and lowered it onto his chest. Then he counted off ten repetitions; thrusting the bar straight out for the bench press. Finishing, Ginny guided the weights back into the stand. "It needs another twenty-five pounds, Gin", he said. Ginny beamed with delight as she slapped the desired weight on the ends of the bar. "You're getting really strong, Jeremy", she commented. "That's three hundred ten pounds now." She crossed her freckled legs underneath her as she watched Jere- my press the added weight up off his chest into the air. "I nev- er had you pegged as the physical type, Jer", she said. "You re- ally surprise me." Jeremy blushed. "I never was, Gin, to be honest with you. Only the past week or so, these damn muscles came out of nowhere, and it seems kind of a shame to waste them." Ginny guided the bar back into the stand again. She was wearing a pair of men's boxers pinned in the front, and a grey muscle-T that just covered her boobs, leaving her deeply freckled abdomen, arms, back, and shoulders exposed. One of these days, Jeremy thought, I'm gonna have to try to count every freckle. Then Ginny collapsed onto the chair next to him, her eyes shut tight in pain. "Gin! What's the matter?" Clutching her chest, Ginny began to pant. "Its my chest, Jer. It feels kind of weird." "Looks fine to me", Jeremy remarked, kind of sarcastically. "No, this is serious", she retorted. "O-oh! That feels kind of goo-o-od!" A tingling sensation penetrated her chest, starting at he nipples and spreading downwards and out until it flowed down her arms and her legs. As it spread, she felt a strange fullness rise like warm bread in an oven bread under her breasts, like gas in the stomach, but as it rose, it also solidified, and Ginny watched amazed as her breasts began to enlarge. "Look, Jeremy", she giggled. "My tits are getting bigger!" In- deed, the already tight fabric of the muscle-T was stretching and pulling away as Ginny's breasts grew. Soon, the outline of her meaty nipples were clearly impressed in the front of the shirt. She pulled her chair closer to him on the bench to give him a better view. Jeremy lifted his hands to the front of Ginny's chest. "May I?", he asked. Laughing, Ginny leaned over slightly so that her growing breasts fell into Jeremy's outstretched hands. Jeremy felt Ginny's breasts swell under his touch, and he felt the rough ribbing of the muscle-T stretching as her breasts grew. Freckled breast-flesh was peeping out from the sides of the mus- cle-T as Ginny continued to grow. Two crescents of breast also formed underneath the T-shirt as it rode up on Ginny's swelling tits. Soon, only about a third of Ginny's boobs were covered by the overwhelmed top. Jeremy ran his hands delightedly over Ginny's new abundance, ca- ressing her and stroking her gently, tweaking the fleshy new nip- ples. He had never had his hands on boobs this big before in his life. "Ginny", he said. "I only have one question." "What's that?", she answered, sitting up to loosen her hair, which fell in dark curls around her freckled neck and shoulders. "When your tits grew, did you grow new freckles, or did the freckles grow too?" "You ask the damnedest questions, Jeremy", she laughed. Sliding out of her chair and tossing her freckled thigh across his mid- section, she pulled the T-shirt up over her head and straddled him on the bench. "Let's find out", she whispered huskily. *********************************************************************** "You know, Kin-kin, when we're married, you won't have have to get dressed and run home. You can just stay naked in the bed with me like this." "How long do you think that'll last, Steve?", asked Karen, stretching langurously. "Oh, until our third child", he laughed. Karen snuggled against him, leaning her head with its cascades of blonde hair against the thick curls of his chest hairs. He cupped his hands around her breasts. "Karen, I can't get enough of these new tits of yours", he said. "I'm glad they didn't go away after your period ended." "I'm glad too, if it makes you happy, darling." Steve stroked Karen's breasts lovingly, then gave them another squeeze. To his astonishment, he couldn't get his hands all the way around them as he could earlier. "Karen!", he exclaimed. "Pinch me to see if I'm dreaming. I think your breasts are get- ting bigger!" "What do you mean, Steve?" "Look! I can't get my palm all the way across the bottoms any more! They're bigger!" Karen sat up and cupped her breasts in her own hands and found that, not only had they grown, but that they were still growing. As she watched, her breasts pushed forward, slipping out her palms and dropping over the sides. Watching in amazement, Steve put his hand flat against the curve of his fiancee's left breast. He felt the skin stretching and the pressure as the breast pushed back against the palm. Karen's breasts, which formerly were two perfect little baseball-sized teardrops on either side of her chest, grew for about five min- utes until they covered three ribs. Looking sideways at herself in Steve's mirror, Karen saw her new breasts jutting out. "Hey! I like these!", she shouted. She rubbed them with the insides of her arms, pushing them together, reveling in their increased weight and heft. "Karen", Steve whispered softly. "I don't know how you did that, but you just me the happiest guy on earth." In response, Karen leaned over, pressing her new, larger breasts into Steve's face, rubbing them against his cheeks and mouth. He opened his mouth and took in one of her enlarged nipples. A shock like electrici- ty coursed through Karen and she shivered. "I've never been able to do that before, lover", she laughed. "I just didn't have the equipment." "You do now, Kin-kin. You got all the equipment any girl ever needed." Leaning her big new breasts against her fiance's chest, Karen reached down to grab his dick and balls. "Uh, Steve", she in- formed him. "I'm not the only one who's grown." **************************************************** The chaotic chatter that had reigned in the front living room at 1401 Ocean Drive quieted to a hush as Amanda walked in and sat down. The girls were all hiding their recently acquired assets as best they could, under floppy T-shirts, or oversized men's shirts, but it couldn't be readily concealed that this was a much curvier household than it was the previous night. "I think Ginny ought to speak first", Amanda commanded. Ginny stumbled to her feet, her large new breasts swaying free and braless under a man's plaid workshirt. "A couple of weeks ago, Amanda came to me and said her breasts were hurting her. I felt them, and they were as rigid as drumskins. Her breasts were producing milk, and she needed milking." "So, I milked her, every night for about ten nights. She gave between four or five gallons of milk every night. Instead of pouring the milk out, I put it in the 'fridge." There was a general murmur throughout the room. "We've all been drinking this milk, Amanda's milk, for these past two weeks. I didn't think anything would come of it. I'm really sorry." Then Amanda stood to her feet, her massive breasts silencing the chattering girls more effectively than any amount of hushing ever could. "But that's not the case. My milk, it appears, contains a power- ful substance that alters people's bodies, especially women's bodies, and gives them giant breasts. You've all drunk my milk, and the change has already started. There probably isn't a girl in this room, little Ashley included, who could wear less than an E-cup right now, and it won't stop until you all, all of you, are as big as I am." When the girls finished talking, Amanda told her whole story, how she and Blair first drank the milk and started growing, about her kidnapping and her separation from her sister, about her ship- wreck and arrival in Century Beach. By way of a finale, she told them about her mental powers, and her frantic search for her family. To demonstrate, she stopped talking, and just broadcast her thoughts into the girls' astound- ed minds. --now notaloneamanda lotsbiggirls amandastay responsiblepowerse- merge findsister helpamanda loveallyou karensusan candytarah chrissyginnyashley amandahelp titsgrow-- "You all have been wonderful to me. I'll try to repay as best as I can, and help you all through this. I hope no one is too up- set." Tarah stood to her feet, her own breasts jumping and swaying un- der her T-shirt. "Thank you for telling us, Amanda. To be hon- est about it, I'm kind of excited! I love my new big breasts, and I want to get bigger!" "Me too!" "Count me in!" The hubbub slowly settled down in the room when Ashley stood up, her big new breasts jiggling away proudly, easily the equals of any of the older women present. "Amanda!", she shouted. "You didn't tell them how old you are! Please! Tell them!" Amanda hung her head. "I'm only eight years old. I'll be nine next month. As you can see, whatever this chemical is, it works on little girls as effectively as it does on grown-up women. Be kind to Ashley. She's may end up with ninety-plus inch tits at an age when most girls are begging their mothers for training bras." Working her way around the room, Amanda hugged each girl in turn. ************************************************************* What Amanda said at the meeting turned out to be true. The smallest women, the petite Chrissy and the compact Susan, found they needed 30Es. Tarah couldn't wrestle herself into anything smaller than a 36FF. 34F seemed to be the most common size, and there was a run on the larger sizes of women's undergarments, leaving the puzzled retailers of Century Beach shaking their heads. Soon, 1401 Ocean Drive resembled a high-class brothel more than a college girls' summer bungalow as all the residents experimented with dressing their new figures. Drivers-by began noticing a steady stream of large-breasted young women entering and leaving the cottage, and soon a small knot of curious onlookers was al- most always present on the beach on the other side of the street. Amanda, predictably, got the most applause, but each of the girls had her own little fan club, who would whistle, shout, and cheer madly every time she made an appearance. Steve took to squiring Karen everywhere, if only to impress firmly in everyone's mind that this one was already taken. The other band members followed suit, Jeremy staking claim to Ginny, Jack to Tarah, Tom to Susan, and Brian to Chrissy. Soon, interest in them began to wane slightly. Candy went out of her way to try to lead a normal life. She'd leave at different times each morning, take different routes to work, and generally try to avoid the growing publicity. She wasn't entirely successful, and often had to run a gauntlet of catcalling males on the walk from the parking lot to the front door of the courthouse. Courtney didn't try to avoid the publicity. She sought it out actively. Quitting at the night club, the tall, formerly flat- chested redhead took another job at a honky-tonk called 'Mugs and Jugs', where she immediately became the center attraction, raking in hundreds of dollars in tips each night. The next day, Chrissy and Susan joined her, and the money situa- tion eased considerably at the cottage. Tarah and Karen contin- ued at the resort. Ginny, who lived off a trust fund and remit- tances from home, ended up 'helping' Jeremy a lot with his elec- tronic equipment, and with the band. Ashley was the worst of all. She took a perverse delight in putting on the skimpiest outfits she could get her hands on, then parading around on the front porch, shaking her little ass, and waving her 40 inch breasts in everybody's face until the crowd grew and became unruly. Often, Amanda would have to grab her by the shoulder and drag her back into the house. ****************************************************************