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Subject: DR. HOOTERS (Breast Saga 1/7)
Date: 12 Aug 1994 23:40:39 GMT
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ll 6.5
Dr. Hooters
Wham!
The door slammed shut behind Jill Clayton, her willowy frame
slumping down in her chair. In her plain black dress, she
resembled Cher, except without the pretty face and shapely fig-
ure. "The Stick" was her nickname throughout life, much to her
dismay.
"Bite my left one!" she shouts to the world, knowing no one
would hear her. Grabbing her cold coffee, she entered the dark
lab.
Click. A single light illuminated her desk space. Beakers
and test tubes refracted the light in different colors, giving
her desk top an almost church-window like effect. She sobbed
slightly, looking up to the ceiling for guidance.
"All I want is some understanding and respect. I've worked
hard to get where I am," Jill explained. "For me, having my
peers respect my research is all I ever wanted. But now..."
Jill stopped short. Julie Heatherwick, her office-mate, en-
tered the lab abruptly.
"Jilly?" Julie asked quietly. "Are you mad?"
"As a wet cat. I should be heading that grant!" Jill demand-
ed, looking sad. "I number-crunched for two years on the side,
preparing to head this department when Dr. Reardon retired. Why
did they give it to you?" Jill asked, half-knowing the answer.
"Look, I'm sick of you blaming my success on my looks. I am
just as committed to this department as you," Julie began. She
pointed a finger at Jill, making her skin-tight evening gown move
slightly over her supple figure. Her dark red hair fell down a
bit into her face.
"I know I know, I'm sorry," Jill sighed. "It's just...I see
them staring at you when you saunter down the hall. I've heard
the jokes about your figure and how you could breast feed Europe.
And now, it's just easy to blame the whole thing on you."
Julie put her arm around Jill, squeezing her shoulder. Jill
glanced at Julie's plump face and she even noticed Julie's ample
cleavage protruding slightly from her evening dress. Julie
sighed, making her chest creep out just a bit more.
"I understand. What do you suggest I do?" Julie asked.
"Wear a snowsuit to meetings, you silicon queen," Jill's sub-
conscious piped up. "Nothing you can do, Jules. I just need
some time to myself?" she muttered.
"I hear ya, hon. I should get back to the party," Julie
said, rising to leave. As she opened the door to leave, she
asked if Jill would be joining them soon. The silence answered
her.
Hours later, Jill continued to drown herself in her research.
Hoping desperately that it would block out the hurt, she contin-
ued to lose herself in her electron microscope. Her latest batch
of hormones had given her the best results up to date, but they
were nowhere near successful. Who would buy a drug that would
make you just %.05 percent smarter? The numbers had to rise in
order to make it viable.
Removing the slide, she stared at the greasy spot on the
glass. Tears almost formed in her eyes as she contemplated the
fact that so much of her life had been poured into a greasy spot,
and she seemed light years from the solution. Gritting her
teeth, she pulled herself together and walked to the specimen
table. Just as she opened the cabinet, she noticed the reflec-
tion of a light in the glass door. Someone had left the gamma
projector on.
Spinning on her heels, something she's not worn for years,
she meandered over to the machine to kill it. Then something
sparked inside her.
"Gamma rays?" Jill grinned, thinking of the Incredible Hulk
TV program she'd grown up hating. Her brother had tortured her
by watching that show each Sunday night, with her fighting to see
PBS. Then she paused.
Why not? She'd tried everything else, hadn't she?
ZZZAP. It was over. She removed the slide. Slipped it
under the microscope. At first, nothing happened. Then, slowly,
the brain cells began to multiply. Neuron production shot off
the scale. Jill grinned slightly. This may be it. She waited
three hours, then tested the sample. It'd reproduced cell matter
400%. Another hybrid hormone showed up on the test, but Jill
barely looked at it. Her guess had worked!
Quickly she took a batch of the same substance and zapped in,
turning up the dosage to twice as much. A speedy test showed the
whole batch was performing as expected. Readying a needle with
the batch, she approached the lab rat, who just happened to be
sleeping.
"Wait," Jill thought. "If I do this, and Julie and the oth-
ers notice it, who's to say I'll even get the credit for this, as
I should. It'll probably be put onto Julie's padded shoulders so
she'll look good for the cameras. Let's put the Stick in the
corner until we need something else done," Jill said, getting red
faced. "What do I have to lose?"
Needles always made Jill queasy, but she forgot that point
until just after she stuck her arm and pushed the plunger.
* * *
"The floor needs cleaning, and a little salt," Jill murmured
as she raised from the floor. Spitting out the dust from her
mouth, she walked to the mirror. "Four hours?" Jill whispered as
she looked at her watch. The sun was peeking over the horizon
outside the window. In the mirror was a disheveled woman, look-
ing as if she'd slept in a hamper.
"Oh my god!" Jill gasped. She checked her arm. Sure enough,
there was the puncture mark. She really had done it.
Finding a chair quickly, she began to go over what had tran-
spired. Coming to the conclusion that she'd suffered a mild
breakdown, she now hoped that she'd not damaged herself by her
actions. After cleaning herself up, she raced for the exit.
Upon leaving the building and entering the fresh morning air,
she ran into Brendon Hill. He was the typical early riser do-
gooder with about 6 hairs left and a pocket protector to boot.
And on a Saturday as well. She tried to avoid him, but he
couldn't help but notice her attire.
"Is the party still going on?" Brendon asked.
"Ummm...I fell asleep in my office," Jill explained. She
wished that was all that had happened.
"I heard about the promotion. I think you should have gotten
it," Brendon continued. "Did you ever find the answer to your
temperature differential in the subject chamber?"
"No...well, maybe. What if we tried lowering the pressure
inside the transfer chamber, thus lowering the need to con-
sistently drop the temperature. The cells themselves might then
undergo mitosis rapidly in the..."Jill theorized, almost unaware
of the hypothesis she was creating on the stop. And to her
amazement, what she was saying was making perfect sense. A solu-
tion to the problem that had been plaguing the department for
months was literally falling from her lips, and she didn't even
know much about the situation. As she looked at Brendon, she no-
ticed right away that his attention was focusing elsewhere.
"...and I gather that if the value...Brendon? What's the
matter?" Jill asked puzzled.
"I...ummm...well. errr" Brendon stammered, turning beet red.
"My goodness, is that the tit...time?" He excused himself and
stumbled off into the building, looking back once at the stymied
Jill.
"I wonder what that was all about?" Jill murmured. She began
hurrying to her car, but noticed something different in her walk.
Looking down, she almost passed out again.
"Holy Mary!" Jill exclaimed, feeling her chest. Her fingers
touched the fabric of her dress, only now, it appeared that a C-
cupped size bust was lurking underneath it! She pulled away the
neck of her dress. Sure enough, there was a mass of real breast
flesh filling her A-cup bra to overflowing.
"I have breasts!?!" Jill whispered, almost crying. Then it
hit her. That's not good. This was not supposed to happen over-
night. She was 28. Jill thought back to just minutes before.
She'd looked in the mirror. Washed her face. Brushed the lint
from her dress. No, there'd not been a bust there when she did
that...or was there? She needed help.
She bolted back inside and caught Brendon before he entered
his office. He looked flustered still, but ushered her into his
office regardless.
"What were you staring at, just then when we were talking?"
Jill asked. Brendon went candy red this time.
"I was noticing your dress. It seemed to have
been...umm...moving in your upper regions," Brendon stammered.
She could almost feel the heat from his embarrassment. He
cracked under the pressure and spun around in his chair to attend
to a computational equation on the blackboard. Jill stood quiet-
ly for a second, then started to pursue her investigation. As
she reached to turn Brendon around, her eye wandered to the
blackboard. Instantly, she smiled and grabbed and erasure, wip-
ing away a large portion of the equation.
"Hey Jill!" Brendon said, turning to look at her.
"You did this all wrong. Look, if you take the variance of
mercury..." Jill dictated, barely pausing between sentences. She
spoke so fast and wrote so quickly that she didn't even notice
what was happening to her. But Brendon did.
As he sat wide-eyed, staring at Jill's cotton evening dress,
he noticed that her breasts were beginning to grow again. The
black fabric became tighter and tighter as her bustline in-
creased. Had he been able to move his eyes from her ballooning
boobs, Brendon would have seen that Jill's hair was slowly begin-
ning to become lighter colored. And the rest of her body was
changing too, becoming more soft and fleshy. As her arm moved
quickly up and down the chalkboard, he watched mesmerized as her
stretching dress outlined perfectly the imprint her super-small
bra was making into her bouncing bazooms. She was really blow-
ing up!
"...and therefore if you substitute the zygote of the
male...pay attention here Brendon," Jill scolded, her arm still
writing as fast as it could. She turned her head to see
Brendon's face lit like a child's at Christmas. Following his
eyeline, her gaze fell into her own extending cleavage, now mark-
ing out a DD-cupped chest.
"My breasts! Look at my breasts!" Jill squeaked. She
dropped her chalk and it shattered on the wood floor. Her writ-
ing hand made palm marks on her dress where she grasped the sides
of her now larger bust. The growth continued slightly, starting
to cause little tears to appear in the seam that ran down the
front of the dress.
"I'm blowing up, Brendon. My boobs are actually getting
bigger!!!"
"I know," Brendon drooled, his eyes beginning to glaze over.
The growth stopped, and Jill turned to look at herself in the
reflection of the walk-in freezer. She looked to have gained 30
lbs, not counting her chest. And her hair?!?!
"I'm getting....blonde?" Jill noticed, then refocusing on the
outstanding part of this development. The pain from the unrelin-
quishing bra was beginning to seep through her shock, but before
she could attend to relieving it, her eyes noticed Brendon's
grinning face again.
"Why are you just sitting there? Quit staring at me. Can't
you see I need some help?" Jill pleaded.
Brendon surprised Jill by letting out a sound that could only
be diagnosed as a Beavis laugh. He then reached out a hand to
squeeze one of her mammoth mammaries. Jill became livid.
"Look Cro-Magnon man. Just because a woman has large breasts
does not mean you get squeezing rights. Women in history, I
quote, "Have been oppressed by their captors, man, for
countless..."Jill spouted.
Brendon grinned as Jill's boobs began to billow outward
again, causing the tears to widen longer. Soon, he could see the
front of her bra, which by now was merely a string around her in-
flating volleyballs. Jill seemed to get even more adamant about
convincing Brendon what he was doing was wrong, causing her tits
to swell all the more.
POP! Jill's tits jiggled a bit as her bra broke, letting her
chest fill out her tortured dress even more. The rips were al-
most joining now. With each breath Jill took, a little rip let
Brendon know her breasts were blowing up that much bigger. Her
hair was now completely blonde, and her figure had filled to that
of Anna Nicole Smith, except for her basketball sized jugs.
"...and if you can't take your eyes off my expanding
chest...my..."Jill slowed. "Holy Shit!"
Jill felt the front of her dress. Flesh from her enlarging
boobs was seeping out the tear holes, showing just how much her
breasts were being squeezed by her now far-too-small dress. She
moaned as her hands brushed across her hardening nipples,
surprisingly the same size they'd always been.
Brendon's breathing became erratic and he leaped towards
Jill, pulling on the fabric of her dress. RRIIIPPPP! The dress
thankfully unloaded it payload. Jill shrieked at the sight of
the nerdy little man staring slobberingly at her titanic titties.
She boob-butted him to the ground and ran yelling from his of-
fice.
With her added weight, she found running to be quiet dif-
ferent. As she hit her office, she couldn't help but notice how
long it took her naked chest to stop moving. They continued to
bounce and sway, rubbing against the torn fabric of the dress and
each other. Her head swimming, she sat down at her desk. This
caused her to knock over half the items on her desktop and she
realized that her huge hooters were as real as they felt.
The air conditioned room was cold, making her nipples stand
straight out. She lay her head on the desk, trying to center her
thoughts. Her breasts had stopped growing, but the damage had
been done. Her boobs were huge! She'd have trouble sitting
behind the wheel of her car to drive home, they were so big.
As she sat sobbing, she looked at her notes from the previous
night. This time, she didn't pass up the extra hormone part of
the report. As her brain centered on the calculations, she felt
her boobs begin to tingle. She concentrated on the paper, begin-
ning to scribble notes, ignoring the filling feeling that began
again in her bosom. 30 seconds later, she finished her analysis,
and had grown an extra 10 inches to stop at what she figured had
to be a 60 inch bust.
"Cerebral stimulation resulting in hormonal imbalance," was
underlined at the bottom of the page. Jill had figured it out.
Her body was changing to represent what she resented most;
blonde-haired, buxom bimbos. Meanwhile, her brain was able to
deduce the most complex of equations. And following this theory,
she might be able to reduce her chest size by not using her in-
telligence for a period of time, but each time she resumed her
higher functions, she'd begin to balloon up again.
"Oh my...this means...," Jill realized, bringing her hands up
to her face. "No one's ever going to take me seriously. Each
time I get into a debate or a lecture, all the men are going to
be watching me pop buttons on my blouses as my breasts enlarge."
She sat back in her chair, resting her elbows in the soft pillows
of flesh her now-enormous breasts had formed. Her life was go-
ing to get complicated, fast. She'd been ordered by the board to
give daily briefings at the corporate headquarters for the next
two weeks.
How would she pull that off? * *
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From: lubbersr@fiu.edu (Dr Hooters)
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Subject: DR. HOOTERS (Breast Saga 2/7)
Date: 12 Aug 1994 23:42:06 GMT
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A knock at her office door interrupted brought her back to
the present quickly. It was the weekend secretary, Mary. "You
OK, Jill?"
'She must have heard me yelling my fool head off,' Jill
thought. "Yeah, Mary, I'm OK; just got a scare, that's all.
Thanks for checking."
Jill could sense Mary's indecision; there had been a lot of
noise for someone who was just spooked. Finally Mary said, "OK,"
and headed back to her desk.
That crisis narrowly averted, Jill quickly decided upon her
immediate course of action, so as not to have too much additional
growth for the time being. First and foremost, she needed to get
home, where she wouldn't be discovered like this. To do that she
needed her breasts to shrink at leastsomewhat so that she could
drive, and the cover of night. She also needed to take care of
Brendon and the briefings somehow; she couldn't afford to give
thought to those problems yet, but would have to have the things
she needed at home where she could work on them.
Now, how to avoid complex thoughts. She considered sleep,
but realized that even the brain activity of sleep might be
enough to trigger additional breast growth; it wasn't worth risk-
ing in any case. The proper solution came to her quickly; there
was a little black and white TV in the corner of the lab, which
the technician had kindly connected to cable for Jill. While her
favorite was out, a shopping channel should do the trick.
Quickly choosing and collection the things she'd need, Jill
was at the TV less than 5 minutes after she'd begun working on
the problem. She was relieved to know that she hadn't grown much
more while preparing; apparently this problem was straightforward
enough that it hadn't required much brain activity.
* * *
Watching the shopping networks had been truly awful, particu-
larly when Jill knew how much she could be doing. And watching
her breasts deflate was much like waiting for water to boil; it
seemed it never be done.
But, finally, about 10PM she decided it was. She still had
very large breasts - roughly 44DD - and certainly wasn't a stick
in other ways right now, but at least she could drive home now.
Collecting her things, Jill sneaked out a little-used, little
known exit, and made her way quickly to her car, the last one
left in the lot. A harrowing 7 minute drive, along back roads,
brought her safely home with no more than one or two onlookers
getting a free peepshow. Jill found that she enjoyed the open-
jawed, dumbfounded expression on the one man she'd seen. Maybe
this did have some advantages after all.
Thankful for her attached garage and garage door opener, Jill
walked into her house. Going through the darkened family room,
she caught a sight of herself in the mirror and gasped. 'I'm
gorgeous!' she thought, in spite of herself. Even having come to
hate the blonde, buxom, 'n braindead look, Jill couldn't help but
admire herself in the mirror. Her face looked so much softer and
prettier, and her blonde hair complemented her body extremely
well. A bit excited now, Jill hurried up to her room.
Removing what remained of her dress, plus her slip, pan-
tyhose, and shoes, Jill looked at herself in the full length mir-
ror on the wall. She certainly wasn't a stick anymore; every
part of her body seemed to have been molded to just the right
shape. She was astounded by the large breasts she now sported;
somehow even with all they had been through, they were still
beautiful, almost magically, without a hint of the stretch marks
she fully expected to see somewhere.
'Oh well, first things first,' Jill thought. She headed into
her bathroom, really looking forward to a shower. As she began
to soap up, however, other thoughts entered her head. She was
getting turned on; even the lightest touch on her nipples or the
inside of her thighs was turning up the heat rapidly. Jill
quickly rinsed herself and headed to bed. Not knowing what she
would need to do the next day, Jill decided to allow herself just
three hours of sleep in hope of keeping her sleeping thoughts to
a minimum. After setting her alarm clock and turning off the
light beside her bed, Jill tried to get to sleep but found her-
self drawn toward her own body.
Figuring that masturbation could only help her get to sleep,
Jill began playing with herself, one hand tugging at her nipple
while another massage her clit. She was amazed at how quickly
she was becoming excited; normally it would take a lot more than
this to really heat her up. Less than a minute after she'd be-
gun, Jill came; it didn't take much longer for her to come twice
more. Amazed at how responsive her body had been, Jill drifted
off to sleep.
* * *
At 2AM, to the sound of her alarm clock, Jill awoke.
Surprisingly refreshed, she got down to business.
First, she needed to see where her bustline was starting
from. She would need to do a lot of thinking today, and wanted
to know exactly what affect it would have. Finding a tape meas-
ure, she discovered her breasts were now 45 inches around. They
seemed to be about the same size as they had been when she went
to sleep.
Gathering her things together, Jill decided to go back to her
bedroom to think. If she was going to grow, she could at least
be comfortable doing it. Sitting up, with her back against the
headboard, Jill started a stopwatch and began to ponder her two
remaining immediate problems.
First, she decided, were the briefings. She certainly
couldn't do them as is; she would never be taken seriously. And
there was no one else who knew the material who could be sent in
her place; even if there was, it would be detrimental to her
career. Jill felt the tingling in her breasts starting again,
but ignored it.
What if she cloned herself? Whereas a day ago she would have
dismissed the idea out of hand, now she felt able to give it
serious consideration. Without a thought as to the effect it
would have upon her body, Jill found herself determining how to
create a clone, how to artificially age it in the time available,
and even how to ensure that the genetic material she used would
not be tainted by the hormones she had injected herself with.
Then she realized that even she was stumped by the problem of how
to transfer her memories to her clone; she thought she might have
a solution to the problem, but not one that could be implemented
in one month not to mention one day. "Shit!" Jill hit the
stopwatch and looked at it - all the work she'd done mentally,
work that would have required a millennia of man-hours, she had
completed in just two minutes.
As she looked down at her body, however, she saw just what
two minutes meant to her now. Her boobs reached down past her
knees on her outstretched legs. Her tape measure no longer quite
did the job, but as near as she could determine her tits were now
85 inches around. Idly she wondered what cup size that would
make her; about a ZZ or so, if such a thing existed.
"So my breasts are growing about 20 inches a minute," Jill
noted. "God, I hope I don't hit any more dead ends."
Just to be sure, Jill stood up slowly an checked the rest of
her body in the mirror. It seemed that the only other change had
been in her hair; while still a beautiful blonde, it was signifi-
cantly longer, falling past her shoulders now. What surprised
Jill, though, was how sexy she still looked to herself, even with
her tits hanging down past her belly button. She almost gave in
and played with herself again, but decided that work came first.
'OK, then, a clone won't work,' Jill thought, scribbling on
her notepad as she settled back onto her bed. 'What about a fix
to the hormones?' The tingling was back; it had become almost
familiar and pleasurable, now. Scribbled furiously, Jill found a
solution. Not the one she had been looking for, but one that
would work nonetheless. Working quickly, her breasts swelling to
such proportions as to get in her way even just sitting as she
was, she mixed the potion. "Well, bottom's up!" Jill downed the
solution, and looked down at herself.
Her boobs were incredibly huge now. Each tit probably
weighed more than the rest of Jill, stretching out past her feet.
Using the tape measure for the one measurement she could still
take, Jill discovered that her breasts were now a mind boggling
40 inches in circumference. She thought about what her measure-
ments might be - maybe 150-23-37 - and laughed. Time to prove
out her potion now, though.
Closing her eyes, Jill imagined herself as she had been two
days before - "The Stick". Opening her eyes, she discovered ex-
actly what she expected to see - her old body. Quickly solving a
mathematical problem which had been vexing her convinced her that
things were working correctly now - the hormones her body pro-
duced were stored rather than sent into her bloodstream, leaving
her plain ol' Jill.
Somehow, she wasn't completely happy about the her victory,
though. She might still despise brainless blonde bimbos, but be-
ing a genius blonde bombshell had been kind of fun. Closing her
eyes again, she concentrated on how she had looked when she exam-
ined herself the night before - "The Bombshell". Opening her
eyes, she was pleased to see that her potion had worked properly;
she looked once again as she had the night before.
"OK, that's one problem down, one to go. Now what to do
about Brendon...," Jill mused. Very quickly an evil thought of
revenge came upon her. Transforming herself back into the Stick,
so that she would have some clothes that would fit, Jill slipped
herself into a tight outfit she thought perfect for the opportun-
ity, collected her things, and headed back to work.
* * *
Brendon was spending Sunday evening reading the paper, and
trying to recover from the events of the previous day. He
couldn't figure out what had happened - he surely must have been
hallucinating - but he'd acted like a sex-starved boob. Which,
he figured, he was; it still didn't make his actions right,
though.
A little after 7PM, there came a knock on his apartment door.
Brendon was startled for a minute - he couldn't remember the last
time he'd had an unexpected visitor - but he quickly recovered
and went to the door. Looking through the peephole, he was even
more surprised to see Jill; seeing her looking as she always had,
he decided that yesterday must have just been a hallucination.
Brendon unlatched and opened the door.
"Hi, Brendon"
"Hi, Jill. I certainly didn't expect to see you here."
"Well, Brendon, I just wanted to make sure everything was OK
after yesterday's incident. Me, yelling my fool head off, geez.
I'm surprised Mary didn't call the police on you." Jill stepped
inside, and the two of them started into the living room.
Somewhat puzzled by Jill's apology, Brendon decided that
things must not have gone as he'd imagined them. Maybe he wasn't
such a jerk after all.
"Don't worry about it, Jill. Everything sorted itself out."
Jill seemed genuinely excited by Brendon's forgiveness. "Oh
good, Brendon, 'cause I couldn't bear to see our friendship
ruined over this. I must admit though, that there's more than
one reason I came over here..." Rather than sitting down, Jill
was moving toward Brendon now, backing him towards the rest of
his apartment.
Brendon stammered, "W-w-what's th-that?"
Jill smiled as she put her hands on Brendon's sides, continu-
ing to back him towards the open bedroom door she'd spotted.
"Well, Brendon, I realized only after our little incident yester-
day just how much you turn me on."
Brendon, flushed, tried to respond but couldn't quite get
anything out.
In Brendon's bedroom now, Jill continued her come-on. "I
want you Brendon, and I want you now." She pushed him onto the
bed. "You've got me so hot... I've got to have you." Jill
ripped Brendon's shirt off, and started working on his pants. A
growing erection slowed her down briefly. "I think you want me
too, now don't you?"
Brendon nodded. His mind raced, but he wasn't going to even
consider trying to do anything that might stop Jill.
Letting Brendon's mostly hard penis free, Jill continued. "I
thought so." Already Brendon's penis was a good six inches; Jill
was pleased that at least this belied his nerdy dress and
manners. Taking little nibbles and licks at his penis, Jill be-
gan working her way out of her own clothes.
Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. A blowjob? He'd
heard stories, but never thought he be getting one. It felt so
good, he almost climaxed at the first full stroke of Jill's
tongue.
Having gotten Brendon fully hard, a solid seven inches Jill
knew she'd enjoy, she worked her way up his body, finally impal-
ing herself on Brendon's penis. Sensing his excitement, she
worked him very carefully. She had a couple of surprises for
him, and they would be so much more fun to deliver before Brendon
came. She was thankful she'd thought to take a second injection
of the smart drug; her mind now made such matters as mind-reading
child's play. Realizing Brendon couldn't hold back much longer,
Jill began the orgasmic transformation into the Bombshell, much
slower this time.
Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. Not only was a
woman making love to him, but something was happening to her. He
watched, entranced, as Jill's naked body mutated. It was occur-
ring just at it had yesterday, but this time Jill was naked from
the start, and Brendon could watch her breasts expand, watch her
hair lighten, and catch a glimpse of her newly beautiful ass. The
growing weight on his chest was extremely erotic; he couldn't
hold back, so he let himself go and came.
At the moment of Brendon's orgasm, Jill pulled out the needle
she'd hidden in her dress, which she'd carefully left beside them
on the bed. Lost in his orgasm, Brendon barely noticed the prick
in his arm, and did nothing to stop it. Her mission accom-
plished, Jill stood up, allowing Brendon's cum to empty out onto
his penis and balls.
"OK, Brendon, now you've gotten what you wanted, and I've
gotten what I wanted. In case you'd forgotten, I'll be out of
the office the next two weeks; I'll stop by when I get back."
Still groggy, Brendon wondered what Jill had meant by 'I've
gotten what I wanted'.
* * *
After leaving Brendon's bedroom, Jill drove back to her
apartment. This super-brain stuff is great, Jill thought, as she
kept tuned in on Brendon's thoughts.
Still lying on his bed, soaked in sweat, Brendon felt a tin-
gle go through his body. Not sure what to make of it, he sat up
and examined himself. His penis was limp now, and covered in his
cum, but he certainly looked OK. The tingle began again, though,
and he noticed that his penis didn't look right somehow. Even
fully flaccid it was generally bigger than this. As he watched
it continued to shrink, along with his balls.
After all that had happened, Brendon could do little but
watch as his body changed. His legs were looking thinner now
too. What really startled him, though, was when something got in
the way of his view. Reaching up his now dainty hands to his
chest, Brendon found breasts. Not large breasts, but breasts
nonetheless; what chest hair he had was gone too. And his
breasts were growing at an incredible rate; remembering what had
happened to Jill earlier, he knew that she was responsible. For
now, however, he could only watch in amazement as his body
changed.
Standing up to look in the mirror above his dresser, Brendon
was amazed to see the face looking back at him. HIS face, he
knew, but it didn't seem real somehow. He reached to touch his
silky smooth cheeks, where there had been five o'clock shadow
just minutes before. His hair, like Jill's, had turned blonde;
his was significantly longer as well, brushing against his
shoulders. His lips seemed fuller, and his prominent-if-
dignified nose could now be best described as "pert". have
changed.' It was true, the eyes looking back at him were not the
plain brown eyes he'd grown so accustomed to, but a set of
ocean-blue eyes he could drown in.
Letting his eyes drift down further, he gasped in shock; the
pitch of his voice left him even further taken aback. His
breasts had developed far beyond "large", past "huge", into "su-
pernatural". They were heavy enough to be difficult to lift, but
were somehow held up firmly and proudly. Jill laughed a bit to
herself as she sensed Brendon examining them; if he'd known the
work it had taken to make breasts like his stand out like this,
he'd have been amazed. Even having been the one that had managed
it, she was amazed at how well the muscular and bone changes had
worked.
Seeing his body, even knowing it was his, was turning Brendon
on. He had a hard on, or what felt like a hard on, but couldn't
figure out what it really was. Getting his hands around his
breasts to his pussy, he discovered his clit; he also made his
breasts thrust out even more, allowing him to notice his own
large nipples getting hard. He'd never seen nipples this large
before, and so curious, he let one hand reach up to play with his
left nipple. Soon he was playing with it mercilessly, while also
massaging his clit more and more rapidly. Unable to hold back
any more, he lied back down on the bed, and worked himself to or-
gasm. Continuing on, he soon found the pleasure of multiple or-
gasms, and continued masturbating for some time.
Brendon's playing had started Jill's motor revving before she
was able to disconnect; having nothing else that needed done at
the moment, Jill decided to allow herself her own pleasure.
* * *
The two weeks of business briefings were very busy ones for
Jill. The briefings themselves were quite interesting; since no
matter what happened, Jill could convince everyone that they had
simply heard a brilliant presentation, she decided to use the
meetings as her very own psychological experiments.
The first meeting Jill used as the control; she presented her
material in a remarkable way, generating many very positive
responses when the day was through. But not a single man in the
room really saw her as a woman or was in the least bit turned on
by her. In some ways, it was nice; they listened attentively,
and learned much. In other ways, though, Jill was disappointed.
She certainly didn't want them ignoring her, but even just a few
surface thoughts about her appearance would have been nice.
Her next presentation she gave in exactly the same manner,
but completely nude. Still, though, there was more attention to
her presentation then to her. After a number of shocked
responses, and numerous impulses to leave which she had to sti-
fle, things went along almost as they had the first day.
For her third presentation, Jill decided to see what would
have happened had the scenario she'd worried about come to be.
She started the presentation normally, but let the hormones in
her body take effect. She intentionally slowed the rate down
significantly; otherwise she'd have filled the auditorium where
she was speaking with her breasts before the first break. Still,
it was an impressive show; the men stared uncontrollably at her
as her breasts burst their bonds and continued to grow. Their
thoughts ranged from lust to disgust; the thoughts of the few
woman in the audience were even worse, save for a strong beacon
of pity one woman gave off. Just out of curiosity, Jill let her
breasts continue to grow throughout the day. Mid morning, they
reached the floor, giving Jill a thrill as her nipples first
touched. By noon, Jill had a hard time moving; her breasts
outweighed the rest of her body. Finally, by the end of the day,
her breasts had grown so large as to be difficult to see over;
they stood five feet high, and five feet out from her body. Jill
had also made her nipples grow with her breasts; they now stood
out nearly a foot, and centered aureoles almost a yard in diame-
ter. Jill couldn't believe anyone would be sexually excited by
these monstrosities, but many men in the audience were; she had
to keep them in their seats with her will. Finally, her presen-
tation done, she let them go; five rushed quickly to the stage
and began molesting her. Or, at least, her breasts; they seemed
to have no interest in Jill herself. Finally disgusted by their
actions and not turned on by what little they were doing that
might have excited her, Jill restored her body, and left in
everyone the memories of the presentation she'd done with the
control group.
The remaining briefings offered many other experiments; Jill
tried two different voices - one high pitched and squeaky, the
other low and sultry. She also gave one awful presentation to
see what reaction she would get. Perhaps the most interesting,
however, was the presentation she gave as a man. It was the same
presentation she done to start off, but still every single man in
the room gave her more credibility because she was a man. Com-
bined with the animalistic reactions she'd received from many men
earlier, Jill was becoming quite disenchanted with half the human
race.
* * *
During the evenings, as she traveled around the country, Jill
played the role of benevolent goddess. Mentally drawing informa-
tion from wherever she needed it, Jill submitted incredible pa-
pers all over the world. She knew many of the plans would take
years to be enacted, but still, it was worth the effort. In two
weeks, she'd written economic plans, environmental plans, plans
to stop hunger, crime, and most other ills of the world, and pro-
vided much needed breakthroughs in medicine and technology.
There were only two things Jill explicitly decided not to di-
vulge; she would not help the space programs, and she would not
divulge her smart drug. Both were for selfish reasons, she would
readily admit; she didn't want anyone else to have the power she
did. Her own theories convinced her that there was intelligent
life elsewhere; she didn't really want to risk the possibility
that they might be more intelligent than even herself.
Jill's favorite activity as she traveled, however, was look-
ing in on Brendon. She had decided to wait until she got back to
change him back; that certainly would give him enough time to
learn his lesson.
The first day, it certainly looked like he was learning his
lesson. Jill watched mentally as he called in sick to work, and
spent day sulking around the house. Brendon's reaction the
second day surprised Jill though. After calling in, he got
dressed as well as he could, and headed out.
Checking in on him later, she found him back at home with boxes
and boxes of clothes. She watched amusedly as he tried them on;
they just don't make clothes for the size woman Brendon had be-
come, and his new clothes fit only marginally better than his old
clothes. The bra he'd bought was the wrong size altogether; it
ended up looking more like a string bikini on Brendon's massive
breasts than a useful undergarment.
Fascinated by how well Brendon was making out, Jill began to
pay more attention. It was incredibly easy, she found, to follow
Brendon's activities mentally while doing whatever else needed to
be done at the time. On the third day, Brendon headed out again,
this time to speciality shops and to a few custom-clothing shops.
Jill was amazed at his resourcefulness, and at how good he looked
in his new clothes. Over the next few days, Jill watched as he
worked incessantly on such things as walking in heels, applying
makeup, and dressing his new body. Jill almost decided to change
him back then and there, but decided against it because Brendon
did seem to be enjoying the experience so much.
The activities of the second week, however, truly shocked
Jill. She watched as Brendon got a job at a strip joint on the
outskirts of town, almost convinced that she was following the
wrong person. In this new female body for little more than a
week, Brendon still managed to look like a pro. Over the week
Jill watched all the big and little events in Brendon's life, in-
cluding to her amazement his first gynecological exam, but was
not thrown into disbelief again until she looked in on his Friday
night performance as she flew home. The performance itself was
impressive, Brendon showing significant improvement in just his
first week. What shocked Jill, however, was the offer he re-
ceived to to a porno film afterwards and his rapid agreement.
'My God,' Jill thought, 'not only have I created a monster, I've
created a slut. Well, maybe not - he's still a virgin.' This
gave Jill a thought.
* * *
It was almost midnight when Brendon heard the knock on his
door; with all the excitement of the past two weeks, he would
have been up anyway, but this knock he was expecting. He opened
the door to see an incredible specimen of a man; six feet tall,
muscular, handsome, and with a huge bulge in his jeans.
"Hello, Jill," Brendon said in his most seductive voice.
Jill was a bit taken aback. "How did you know?"
"Easy, Jill. You were able to change my body, and were gone
for the past two weeks. I knew you'd come back to see the
results."
"I've been watching," Jill responded, not certain how to
proceed.
"Oh, good. Don't I make a good girl?" Brendon glowed with
pride, and it made him look all the sexier. "You know, I've been
saving myself for you."
Jill didn't know this; it annoyed her that she didn't. Be-
fore she'd said anything, Brendon grabbed her hand with his and
started leading her into his bedroom.
"Come on Jill. I can't wait much longer. I'm always so HOR-
NY in this body..."
Jill followed Brendon into the bedroom, and let him lie her
down on the bed. He removed her shirt, shoes, and socks, and
then finally his pants and underpants. He noticeably gasped when
he saw Jill's cock - it was a foot long, and still growing.
"My god you've got a big one Jill! Not that I'm one to
talk..." Brendon pulled his T-shirt and bra off in one motion,
revealing his tits. Jill looked in amazement as Brendon contin-
ued to strip. She knew how big they were, but still they were
even more impressive in person.
Coming over to Jill, Brendon began rubbing his body against
Jill's, and playing with her now rock-hard penis. "You know how
big they are, Jill? Sixty three inches. Sixty three incredible
inches. 63-24-38. I've looked in big boob magazines for years,
and while some women claim to be twice as big as that, not one of
Tem has bigger tits than I do.S Brendon smiled seductively at
Jill. RAnd they arenUt nearly as hot and sexy either, baby, ",
he added.
Jill couldn't help but be turned on by Brendon's actions; un-
familiar with the body she was in, she nonetheless enjoyed the
focused sensations in her penis. And Brendon certainly knew what
he was doing. 'Well then,' Jill thought, 'maybe it's time that I
show him that I know what to do to a woman's body.'
Brendon offered no resistance as Jill rose up, picked Brendon
up almost effortlessly, and laid him down where she had been.
Jill then began playing with Brendon's tits and clit, using her
own memories and readings from Brendon to excite him as fully as
possible. She didn't want to wear him out before she'd had her
own pleasure, though, so she stopped before he reached orgasm and
thrust her penis into him.
Neither Jill nor Brendon was capable of much rational thought
after that. Jill glowed in the concentrated sensations her penis
gave her, and the feeling of control her larger body gave her.
Brendon, on the other hand, was thrilled with the array of sensa-
tions coming at him, and the feeling of protection Jill was giv-
ing him. He was almost disappointed when Jill came; when she
continued on, apparently having made whatever modifications were
needed to do so in advance, Brendon found himself coming almost
instantly. They continued for hours, Jill's abilities providing
the extra energy when needed. Brendon fell asleep with Jill at
his back, holding what she could of his huge right breast.
The next morning, Jill went to Brendon before she left.
"Brendon?"
Brendon decided to let her in on his decision. "Brenda, now,
I think."
Jill smiled. "I knew. I just wanted to give you the chance
to tell me. You know, I was going to end you two weeks of pun-
ishment by coming back and changing you back. But, since you
don't seem to want that, what would you like? Oh, and don't wor-
ry about your various records and what not. I've taken care of
those. Brenda."
Brenda was relieved to hear that; she had been worried what
would happen if she'd needed identification somewhere. She then
turned her thoughts to what she would like. "You really don't
have to do anything, you know. I'm still enjoying what you've
already done."
Jill blushed a bit at that comment. "Still, you deserve it.
Name something."
Brenda hesitated. "Anything?"
"Anything."
"Could you make me bigger?"
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Jill paused to give Brenda's request some thought. She had in-
jected Brendon with the same hormone she had used on herself. It
should produce the same effects; mental stimulation leading to
breast growth. She wrote an equation on a sheet of paper, and
passed it to Brenda, who was absent-mindedly stroking his huge
breasts. "Brenda, dear", Jill cooed, "see if you can solve this
equation for me."
Brenda giggled. "Oh Jill, that's way too hard. I just don't
seem to be able to concentrate on that sort of thing any more."
Jill tried another equation, then another, then another, progres-
sively simpler. Brenda just sat on the edge of the bed and gig-
gled, his impressive breasts shaking and jiggling with his
laughter. It was useless. When Jill had injected herself with
the hormone, her body changed into that of a big-breasted blonde
bimbo, but had increased her brain power a hundred-fold. The
same hormone had changed Brendon from a reasonably capable Phy-
sics grad student into, well, a beautiful big-breasted blonde
fuck-bunny, without a thought in his pretty head.
It had to have something to do with his male hormones, Jill
thought, and she pondered the variables in her head, her power-
ful intellect reviewing possible interactions. She was lost in
thought until she was forced back to reality by the sensation of
something slapping her in the face.
Jill was astounded! When she switched to this male body, she
forgot to "turn off" the action of the hormone, and her dick had
grown to gigantic proportions under the stimulus of her mental
activity. Although she was seated on the edge of the bed next to
Brenda, her dick came up to eye level. The head was about the
size of a small orange, and the shaft was thicker than she could
encompass with one hand, although she could comfortably encircle
it with both.
Brenda was delighted. He burst into laughter, tossing his long
blonde hair and shaking his big tits. "I asked you to make me
bigger, Jill, not yourself." Jill stood up, and grabbed her huge
derrick-like prong with both hands, and rejoiced. She under-
stood now why men admired and envied other men with large dicks.
SHe felt eminently powerful, unstoppable, potent beyond her wild-
est imaginations. Her softball-sized testicles hung halfway to
her knees, and she couldn't believe how insistent her huge dick
was, how it was screaming for more sex, even though she and Bren-
da had just finished over three hours of exhausting love-making
the night before.
Brenda was blushing with desire all the way to the points of his
enormous breasts. He lay back on the bed, whimpering to Jill.
"I've never seen a dick like yours, Jill. You're more of a man
now than anyone I ever met. Take me with that huge cock, Jill."
Jill turned to face Brenda. Even though she was standing at the
foot of the bed, and Brenda was reclining against the headboard,
the head of her monstrous dick hovered only a foot or so away
from Brenda's flushed face. Jill roared like a bull. "Look at
this cock!", she bellowed, "IUd split you in two like a roast
chicken!"
Brenda smiled slyly, grabbed a jar of facial cream off the
nightstand, and began to rub it all over his sixty-three inches
of tit flesh. It took the better part of the jar to cover his
mammoth mounds, but when he was finished, he took a dab of what
remained and patted it onto the head of Jill's mighty cock.
Jill felt a tremor of desire run from the tip of her engorged
glans, down the length of her shaft, and into the swaying sack
of her swollen testicles. She howled with the need to plunge her
brontosaurian dick deep into Brenda, regardless of the effect it
might have on him.
"Fuck my giant tits, Jill", implored Brenda, "Maybe you're more
of a man than I ever was, but by God, I'm more woman now than
anyone, and I can take you easily between my big tits." As if to
make his point, Brenda hoisted his huge breasts towards the ceil-
ing in invitation. Jill crawled onto the bed, and gingerly
lowered her ponderous dong into the canyon between Brenda's tits.
She sighed with satisfaction to see that Brenda, indeed, was wom-
an enough now to satisfy her. Brenda's meaty mams gripped the
head and about a third of her shaft in a warm, fleshy embrace,
and as Jill began to pump with her enormous dick, Brenda pressed
his breasts together to maintain a delicious pressure on it.
And so the giants made love. Jill was almost beside herself with
the ecstatic sensations running up and down the shaft of her
now-enormous prong, and from the moans and gasps coming from
Brenda's sweet little mouth, he was enjoying it as well. Jill's
orgasm came like the tide, beginning in her tormented head,
shuddering its way down the long expanse of her shaft, and ter-
minating in the aching sack of her scrotum. She began tossing
cum all over Brenda's hair and face. Cum? She shouldn't be mak-
ing cum, she thought. She looked over the fleshy mounds of
Brenda's huge breasts at the tip of her great dick, still spit-
ting cum all over Brenda's face, neck, the pillows of the bed,
the wall behind them.
Jill didn't stop cumming for about five minutes. By that time,
Brenda was fairly buried, but he was howling in a thundering or-
gasm himself. He grabbed his nipples, now about four inches
long and red as beets, and squeezed them roughly. After Jill
finished cumming, she rolled over to her side of the bed and
watched Brenda convulse in the last throes of his massive orgasm.
Odd, she thought, a cigarette would be really good right now.
Jill then saw that her cum wasn't like ordinary cum. It was
lighter in color and more consistent, not runny like men's cum.
Brenda lifted a dainty finger and put some in her mouth.
"Mmmm!", he declared, "If all cum tasted this good, I'd be a con-
firmed cocksucker from here on out!" Brenda began devouring
Jill's cum off his body, off the sheets, and wherever he could
find it.
It suddenly dawned on Jill that her cum was most probably com-
posed of the same hormone which had triggered both her amd
Brendon's transformations. How much of it had Brenda consumed by
now? A pint? A quart? More? Jill watched, but didn't see any
drastic change coming over Brenda right then. Indeed, Brenda
started yawning, cuddled up into Jill's lap, and fell quickly
into a deep and contented slumber. When Jill's erection finally
subsided, she concentrated, reduced her cock to manageable size,
dressed, and left.
Over the next few days, Jill found that, although she almost lim-
itless control over the shape of her body, when left to herself
she fell into one of three shapes; her own normal form, that of
the Blonde Bombshell, and that of the Stud who had delighted
Brenda so. Jill as herself seemed immune to the working of the
hormone, so that she chose to do most of her heavy thinking in
her old form.
The Bombshell and the Stud were sensitive to mental activity, and
Jill had toconsciously counteract the working of the hormone if
her boobs or her dick were not to swell to outlandish propor-
tions. As the Bombshell, Jill found it easier to pick up
thoughts and sensations from other minds, but the Bombshell was
extremely responsive sexually, and Jill found out that the sexual
maintenance of her new body took a lot of her time. Fortunately,
with hermodel looks and seventy-two inch breasts, finding
partners was no great problem
The Stud was more useful for imposing her will on other minds,
but he too required a great deal of sexual upkeep, and Jill had
to work hard to keep his dick from getting so large that his
partners became terrified. However, droves of women and gay men
found the Stud irresistible, and Jill never lacked for action,
even though as the Stud, she sometimes required sex four or five
times a day.
Over the next few weeks, Jill experimented with her new powers.
At the lab, she continued as her old self, but even Julie, who
tormented her continually before with her arrogant display of
breastworks, had to admit that her formerly mousey colleague was
far more assured than ever before. Jill bit her lip and was pa-
tient. She had all the time in the world to plan Janet's payback.
**************
Now that Dr. Reardon had retired, Julie had dropped all pretense
of having received the promotion on any merits other than those
hanging off the front of her chest. She became completely
tyrannical to those under her, and sycophantic to the point of
nausea to those above her, especially men. She dressed like a
true academic slut, which is to say, no streetwalker could have
shown more thigh or more cleavage. Needless to say, despite her
limited ability, she was capable of producing a great deal of
work from her harassed, but talented staff, which of course she
immediately passed off as her own.
Julie desperately wanted to find the intellect-enhancing hormone
which was already coursing through Jill's veins. It was simple
work to keep Julie from finding it, but other members of the team
were very close to the same breakthrough Jill had made, and Jill
had to send them off on tangents from time to time to preserve
her secret. Jill regretted denying her poor beleaguered col-
leagues access to the scientific recognition that was due them,
but there was no way she would tolerate Julie as a rival. In
recompense, she augmented their intelligence, and allowed them to
make breakthroughs in other areas. Predictably, Julie would try
to grab the credit, thrusting her huge boobs out when the report-
ers and newscasters came to call, but Jill made certain that the
correct party was always distinguished, and Julie was made to
look very foolish. Julie retaliated by firing the team, one by
one, until there was no one left except Jill and another Ph.D.
named Horace.
Julie attempted to make Jill's life miserable for her. She ac-
cused Jill of hiding information from her, of being jealous of
her spectacular figure, when Jill was so obviously under-
developed. One day, when Julie had an interview with the direc-
tor of the lab, Jill came to her with a compound she had
"discovered". Julie was displaying every inch of flesh she could
in anticipation of the interview, and even Jill had to admit she
was gifted with a remarkable body. Her straight dark red hair
fell past her waist, and she was wearing a thin yellow sun dress
that exposed an impressive expanse of freckled breast. Jill es-
timated that Julie was probably about a 34DD at the least, and
she had practically all of it showing. Julie's long tapered legs
ended in a pair of dark-blue, five-inch "fuck-me" pumps that
caused her ass to move like a mass of Jello on springs. Julie
was indeed a formidable sexual assault weapon, and it was easy to
see how she had made it so far on so little ability.
Well, Jill thought, itUs time to disarm her.
"Julie, I want you to take a look at this.", Jill implored. Jill
drew an equation on the board. "That's Heribert's last
transform", Julie remarked, "No one's ever found a proof for it
yet." Julie was interested but cross. "Why are you showing me
this?" Quicky Jill began filling in the statements of a long
and intricate proof, and even Julie could see that Jill was draw-
ing on untapped and inexplicable mental resources.
"My God, Jill", Julie gasped, "You've found the formula!" Jill
nodded. "Where, where is the..." Jill held up a syringe filled
with a milky fluid. "Do you have the documentation?", Julie
demanded. Jill held up a large binder. "And you've already test-
ed it on yourself, haven't you?" Jill nodded again.
Julie grabbed the syringe from Jill's grasp, and plunged the nee-
dle deep into one of the veins in her left arm. "If it works for
you, Jill, it'll have to work for me.", Julie giggled, "It must
be nice for you to be so smart now, Jill, heaven knows you
haven't got anything else going for you. But can you imagine?
With this body, and with enhanced intelligence, I'll be unstoppa-
ble. I'll be a, a goddess!!" She patted Jill on the cheek.
"It's too bad you couldn't have found something to give you some
boobs to go with those brains, Jill darling."
Julie turned to the blackboard and began completing the proof
that Jill had started. Soon she was completely lost in it, and
Jill saw that the hormone, whose polarity she had carefully re-
versed, was beginning to take its expected effect. The rear of
Julie's sundress began to flop loosely as the curves of Julie's
ass melted away, and her arm, as it moved across the blackboard,
lost its roundness and became thin and spindly.
Julie screamed. "My breasts! My breasts! What have you done to
my breasts?" She turned around, and Jill saw that Julie's once
impressive display of frontage had dwindled a couple of meager
bumps that wouldn't have done credit to a healthy nine year old.
The front of the sundress now hung loosely off Julie's narrow
shoulders. Jill stepped up to her, and loosened the straps.
Without Julie's once-awesome curves to hold them up, the sundress
and the bra underneath fell to the floor in a heap.
Julie sobbed in total dismay.
Then Jill took off her own clothes, and put Julie's on. Julie
watched in awe as Jill's breasts grew and swelled, until she had
filled Julie's bra beyond its capacity. Jill turned around, to
give Julie a peak at how the back of the dress filled out as
Jill's ass grew, lifted, and rounded. Jill's hair began to
straighten and darken, and fell to below her waist. As a final
insult, Julie watched helplessly as freckles exploded all over
Jill's new breasts.
"Don't worry about the interview, Julie darling," Jill cooed,
"I'll take good care of your, er, reputation. If you want your
old body back, just don't use your new brain. Twelve hours of
Gilligan's Island or Love Boat, and you should be as good as
ever. You see, you can be either smart or stacked. You choose.
Brain or butt."
Jill opened the door. "You see, there's only room for one god-
dess in this town", she added as she closed it behind her.
Jill quit at the lab the next morning. After the strip-tease she
performed with Janet's "borrowed" body, it didn't look like the
funding would be renewed for the following year. Jill didn't
follow Janet much after that. A couple days of mental contact
indicated that Janet preferred having a body to having a genius
intellect, and she was religiously avoiding any mental strain.
Money turned out to be no problem. A beautiful woman with a
seventy-two inch bust and telepathic powers had no trouble quali-
fying for loans at various banks. Nor did she have much trouble
multiplying those loans in the stock or commodity markets. It
took Jill about an hour each morning, in bed, to make her picks
for the day, and she usually went to bed several thousands of
dollars wealthier each night.
Mostly, she hung out with Brenda. Jill had never been big on
girlfriends when she was flat-chested, but now she found that no
one understood a woman with a well-endowed chest than another one
equally well-endowed, no matter that "she" had been a "he" only a
few short weeks ago.
Brenda had adjusted well to live as a woman. She earned a com-
fortable living at the club, using her spectacular figure, and
her years of life as a man to inflame her audiences, and become
the most popular dancer in the region. It also appeared that
Brenda had "inherited" Jill's sexual appetites, and would disap-
pear frequently in the morning and afternoon for sex.
Brenda hada direct approach that never failed her. If some guy
caught her eye, she would plant herself squarely in his path,
thrust her huge tits out, and say directly to him, "Sixty-three
inches, if you think you can handle it." It seldom took her
longer than five minutes from stud-alert to spread-eagle on her
living room floor.
Jill found she preferred a little adventure. Her maturing powers
gave her a limitless field of play.
One day, she stood in front of the mirror, while waiting for
Brenda to change into her workout gear. She darkened her skin,
passing swiftly from cream-and-rose to golden bronze to coffee-
and cream to deep coal-black. Her nipples and the lips of her
vulva were almost purple.
Next, she darkened her eyes from her usual blue to a deep maho-
gany brown. She passed her now-dusky hands over her blonde hair,
and left it a rich black, thick and wavy, but not kinky. She
broadened her nose, and allowed her lips to thicken and swell.
Brenda started when she stepped out of the bedroom and saw the
Queen of the Nile standing naked in her living room.
"God damn it, Jill", gasped Brenda, "You're gonna scare the shit
outta me with this quick-change work. I gotta admit, though. I
haven't seen many black girls look as good as you. You gonna
keep the tits?"
Jill was playing with her deep purple nipples, and admiring the
cool smoothness of her big black tits. "Got to, sistah."
Jill stood in front of the mirror applying cosmetics while Brenda
relaxed on the sofa. Jill thought it somewhat ridiculous that a
woman who could alter her appearance at will would have to con-
tinue to use artificial enhancements for her natural beauty.
Still, Jill had found that men expected it, and that regardless
of her awsome looks, she still felt a little better with a after
putting in a little time on her face. Also, the coloring for
black women was subtly different from that she was accustomed to
using on her "native" body. She patted and dabbed until she felt
she had it right, then she turned to Brenda for approval.
Jill looked spectacular. Her skin tone was a rich dark cho-
colate, and her hair fell in thick, wavy, raven-colored locks
past her waist to her ass. Her remarkable breasts didn't suffer
any diminishment for being black, in- deed, they appeared even
more vibrant and powerful. Jill's new African features were
faithful to the original; her large, sensuous mouth and broad,
powerful nose, flairing cheekbones and rich, dark almond shaped
eyes bespoke the regal aspect of a Black queen before the first
slave- trapper had contaminated her continent with their presence
or her race with their seed.
Brenda was impressed, but puzzled. "Jill", she asked, "if you
can look like anyone you want, and you want to look like a black
girl, then why not someone like Shari Belafonte, or Janet Jack-
son. You look so, so..."
"...black. I know", Jill replied, "I want to look *black*.
Since I've been shape-changing, I've been thinking a lot about
beauty. Beauty seems to be a matter of centimeters. Watch
this."
Jill turned back to the mirror, and after she turned again to
face Jill, her face was a hideous mask of White stereotypes
of Black facial features. Then she pulled her face back into its
former appearance. Brenda saw that Jill was right. The differ-
ence between the Stepin Fetchit-mask and Jill's African queen was
one of, literally, centimeters.
Jill dressed for the workout. She pulled a white halter top over
her extensive tits, and a pair of green nylon running shorts on
her bottom, leaving an impressive expanse of smooth, muscular
black abdomen exposed. Jill didn't need to exercise, as she
could maintain her musculature by will-power, but she enjoyed ac-
companying Brenda to her sessions, and besides, the gym was a
great place to pick up men.
Jill and Brenda were almost out the door, when Jill grabbed Bren-
da by the shoulder. "Wait a minute, Brenders, I gotta do
something else." She reached out mentally into the immediate
neighborhood, and located three black women whose memories she
downloaded into her own. The effect nearly knocked her off her
feet.
"I had no idea" , she muttered, "Absolutely no idea."
"What?", asked Brenda.
"That it was so, so different. That it meant so much.", replied
Jill. There was no way to tell Brenda what she had just im-
mediately learned, the resentment, the continual defensiveness,
what it felt like to learn before you barely knew you were a
separate person that most people thought there was something
wrong with you. If this is what it felt like, Jill thought, its
a wonder the country's still standing. She'd have to do some-
thing about this, later...
For right now, she saw she'd have to do some minor modifications.
Jill turned towards the mirror. "I still got a white butt,
girlfriend. Can't have that."
She turned around and watched over her shoulder as the two cheeks
of her pert ass swelled and lifted, becoming so prominent that
you could almost set a tray on them, and two little half-moons of
black ass peeped out from the bottoms of her shorts.
"That's fixed, honey.", she said, grabbing Brenda again, "Let's
go."
When they stepped out of the building, Jill found that being
black hadn't changed one important fact: She and Brenda were
still the undeniable center of attention. It was as though there
were invisible lines of lust, desire, envy and admiration con-
necting their huge, shapely breasts to every person within
eyesight. They were getting used to having everyone's head turn
towards them, as though they were the sun passing over a field of
sunflowers.
They passed a group of black guys playing basketball, and Jill
was surprised at their insistence. Of course, Jill had been hit
on by black guys before, as a white girl, but there was none of
this shared assumption of sexual desire, none of this, this,
well, 'Baby, I **gotta** fuck you' attitude. Jill was wondering
what she had been missing. She stopped for a while, got some
names and telephone numbers, and raised their sperm count consid-
erably before passing on into the gym.
There were five or six guys in the gym. Brenda and she were reg-
ulars, but the dynamite new black chick had them puzzled. "Hey,
Brenda," yelled one of the guys at the Universal, "do all of your
friends have such big tits?" Brenda yelled back at his friend.
"Steve, do all of your friends have such big mouths and such
small brains?", she replied.
Jill scanned the gym mentally. Despite that she was now black,
all of the guys in the gym desired her, even a young-looking
blonde haired blue-eyed fellow, who was desperately trying not to
look at her. Jill sauntered over, rested her arms on the weight
bar, thrust her great black tits out at the boy, and discomfited
him even more severely by staring directly at him.
"Hey, white boy", Jill demanded. The boy looked up at her, but,
definitely, not in her eyes.
She reached out a long black hand and grabbed him by the face,
like an angry aunt will squeeze a little boy's cheeks between
her fingers. "Don't you talk to my tits, white boy." Then she
flashed a dazzling smile at him. "I want you to spot me on my
bench presses, white boy. You think you can do that for me?"
The boy sputtered something in return, but mostly he shuffled off
the bench and let Jill position herself on the bench. Jill sent
out a mental command to the others in the gym to forget about her
and her new partner. When she saw that they were effectively in-
visible, Jill stripped off her halter top and let her black,
soccer-ball-sized breasts tumble out into the open air. "God,
that feels good. You like big black tits, white boy, don't you?
All white boys like big black tits."
"I,I...", stuttered the boy, "I've never really seen any."
Jill lifted the weights clear of the bars. A hundred and eighty
pounds was a bit much for her, so she grew some additional mus-
cles on her arms and her chest to help her deal witht he load.
SHe pushed off ten quick reps, each time allowing the weight bar
to settle into the flesh of her enormous breasts, pressing them
flat onto her chest wall. Her workout partner was beside himself
now, and it looked like the lump in his shorts was fixin' to bust
right out.
Jill pumped off another two sets of ten reps. The moist warmth
of the gym, and the exertion of the exercise, made her sweat.
She rose from the bench glistening. She noticed that, whereas
when white people sweat, they merely looked sweaty, her sable
skin was shining with her persperation. She saw the little
rivulets flow over the vast, dark expanse of her awesome breasts.
She leaned over the weight bar while the white boy got positioned
on the bench. Her huge black breasts swayed gently as the white
boy moved his butt on the bench looking for his comfort zone.
His erection was so evident, it almost hurt Jill to look at the
lump in his shorts. Her dark breasts hung almost halfway the
distance between the weightbar and the bench.
She grew her breasts out a couple of inches. **That** got his
attention. He groaned with desire. She stepped out of her
shorts now, and stood naked in the center of the gym. The white
boy was astounded to see that no one else in the Gym was paying
any attention to them at all.
"Aint nary a cracker payin' us no mind, little man,", Jill admon-
ished him. "Youjust put yo' white ass down here by the bar, and
yo' head up there at the head of the bench." The white boy com-
plied with her orders.
"Now let's get rid of these here drawers, boy.", Jill ordered.
She pulled his gym shorts and his jock strap away like they were
tissue paper. The white boy's erection shot straight up into
the air, about six-and-a-half, maybe seven inches.
Jill was inwardly delighted. "Shit, boy, you got some brother in
you, anyway.", Jill remarked. She straddled the bench, lifting
the weight bar onto her powerful shoulders. She threw back her
thick coil of dark hair, causing her enormous bust to projectomi-
nously, like two black thunderclouds.
"I'm gonna do some squats, baby", Jill said, and she impaled her-
self on his erection.
The white boy moaned as Jill worked him up and down with the full
weight of the barbells on her shoulders. Some sort of muscle in-
side her vagina was working its way back and forth across his
dick. That and the sight of that savage black mane, and the feel
of it swishing back and forth across the lower half of his legs,
and above all the heaving and jiggling of her immense black
breasts... He had never had a woman like this before.
The white boy came quickly to a thunderous orgasm. Jill herself
shuddered with the impact of it. When it was over, she pulled
her shorts back up, slipped her halter top over her gigantic
tits, motioned to Brenda, and left arm in arm with her from the
gym. Halfway out the door, she released her mental hold on the
others in the gym. She heard the raucus laughter as the others
discovered her latest conquest naked on the weight bench covered
in his own pud.
in his own pud.
"A little malicious today, aren't we?", japed Brenda.
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Brenda woke up about noon the next day with an unpleasant sen-
sation in her breasts, like they were being stretched.
They felt full, and even more, the felt like they were fil-
ling even more. She stripped off her nightshirt and examined
her ample breasts. The first thing she noticed was that her nip-
ples were erect, fat and about four inches long, and they
ached. Brenda had only gotten about three hours sleep since
leaving the club, so she went back to sleep.
About an hour and a half later, she woke up again, and found that
the front of her nightshirt, and half of her mattress, was sop-
ping wet, and her huge breasts ached like a bladder after a night
of heavy beer-drinking.
She took off her nightshirt, wadded it up and threw it in a
corner. She then saw the reason for the flooding of her mat-
tress. From the tip of each nipple was dripping a watery white
fluid. She was milking!!! Brenda sat up in bed and grabbed each
plump nipple to cut off the flow. Then, she ran to the john.
Releasing her nipples over the sink, she saw the milk begin to
drip, drip, drip again. She squeezed one huge tit, thinking to
express the milk, but it merely cut off the flow, and made her
whole breast ache. Subconsciously, she relaxed some muscle she
didn't even know she had down at the tip of her right breast,
like the relaxing of the muscles to take a piss, and her milk
shot out and sprayed the mirror and tile. She turned to face the
bathtub and released the other breast, and suddenly she had twin
fountains spouting she-milk, arcing about four feet through the
air into the bathtub.
Although she was very tired, Brenda was very excited. It was
another proof of her basic femininity. Although she had lived
her first twenty-six years as a man, she was now fully a woman,
with large firm breasts, a tight and active pussy, and a pert,
round ass. Now, on top of everything else, she was even giving
milk.
It dawned on her that Jill might want to know about this develop-
ment, so she went into the kitchen, found an empty gallon of
milk, and emptied one huge tit into it. Then she found another
empty gallon for the other tit. She sealed them and put them
into the refrigerator. Later that night, expecting to see Jill
at the club, she put the two gallons of her milk into the back
seat of her Jaguar convertible.
She didn't see Jill that night, nor the night after. When the
club closed down on the night following, she brought Jill over to
her car to give her the two gallon bottles of Brenda-milk, and
she found that she had forgotten to lock her passenger-side door,
and that the milk was gone.
***************
Blair and Tommy were waking past the garish club on Apopka
Street. Tommy pointed to the front door. "Your mama dances
there.", he announced.
"Yeah. So what?", replied Blair, "Your mama's in prison."
"Well, your mama's a whore."
"She is not", replied Blair with some good grace, "she's a danc-
er."
"She lets the men touch her titties and her boo-tay. That makes
her a whore." Tommy had a very certain standard of judgement for
these things.
"A whore is when she brings men home, an' they fuck her, and give
her money", said Blair calmly, "So, my mama's not a whore. Be-
sides, she makes good money there."
Tommy appeared to give this some thought. His thirteen-year old
forehead wrinkled under the burden of the unaccustomed thought
that a woman would let a man touch her titties and her "boo-tay",
and still not be a whore. "She still gonna whup yo' little white
ass when you get home without any milk", he added triumphantly.
Tommy was right. But what was Blair supposed to do? Somehow,
Abuelita had found a bottle, and she got drunk again. By the
time she and Amanda had gotten her to bed, the Winn-Dixie was
closed, and she wasn't able to buy any milk Blair wrinkled her
nose in anticipation of the whipping she would get from her tired
mother later that night, and the coffee her grandmother would put
on her cornflakes in the morning.
Just then, a white Jaguar convertible came roaring into the park-
ing lot, and a blonde-haired white lady in a short white skirt
jumped out of the car and ran into the club.
"That's the big-titty lady", said Blair, "She works with my mama.
Lots of men come to see her. My mom's been to her house, but
she's never come to ours."
Tommy whistled in appreciation. "She bigger'n my Awntie
Marshie." Tommy's Awntie Marshie was a substantial woman, weigh-
ing well over three hundred pounds.
Tommy peaked inside the car. "Look, its open!", he whispered to
Blair, open- ing the passenger door. Tommy was not strictly a
thief, as he never went out particularly to steal, but he wasn't
the type to pass up an opportunity. He pulled two plastic
gallon-bottles of milk out of the back seat. "Ain't no money,
Blair, but at leas' now your mama's not gonna beat yo' little
cracker ass." He passed one of the milk bottles to Blair.
"You're a thievin' little nigger, Tommy", laughed Blair, as she
reached for one of the milk gallons. Tommy, whose ancestry was
composed of equal parts of African, Puerto-Rican, Seminole Indi-
an, and Korean, took offense at this epiphet, and shot back at
Blair.
"You a little cracker bitch, and won' even do yo' own stealin'",
which was just as unfair to Blair, who was a mix of Irish, Colom-
bian, Lebanese Arab, and Cuban, and who was definitely capable of
making off with any useful item that seemed unwanted or
unwatched. "But I'm still gonna fuck ya when you git older, 'n
grow some titties." To Tommy, this was high praise indeed.
At this, Tommy ran over the railroad trestle crossing the river
into the Gardens, a rather grim housing project that lined the
river, and left Blair to walk the last few blocks to her apart-
ment alone.
Opening the door to the apartment, Blair saw that Amanda was
still awake. She was watching "Hunter" on the TV. Amanda was a
dark, dreamy little girl who was the product of Blair's mother's
abortive second marriage to a handsome, melancholy Spaniard who
abandoned her when she was five weeks pregnant. Amanda loved
"Hunter", and had worked out a complex fantasy concerning Lt.
Hunter, the six-foot-plus police detective who was the main focus
of the show, and his partner, Sgt. McCall, a beautiful dark-
haired policewoman who bore a more than superficial resemblance
to Blair and Amanda's mother.
"Hey, Mandy," she whispered, "How's Grandma doin'?"
Amanda turned around when the commercials came on. "She's on
Mom's bed, sleeping it off." She stood up and stretched. "Good.
you got the milk. I want a bowl of cereal." Amanda shuffled
into the kitchen, found the Corn Flakes, and poured herself a
bowl. "Hey, Blair, this milk tastes kind of funny! Sweet,
like," Blair heard her crunching. "Tastes kinda good. I can't
tell what kind it is, though. Where'd'ya buy it?"
"I dunno, Mandy", Blair answered,"Someplace I went with Tommy."
Mandy snorted her disapproval. "Tommy, huh? Prob'ly swiped it
off someone's back porch. Blair, when you gonna get a decent
boyfriend?"
"Tommy's decent enough.", replied Blair. Amanda finished her ce-
real, poured herself a glass of milk, and plopped down in front
of the TV to finish "Hunter" Blair poured herself another glass,
and sat down on the sofa. She stared at her sister's dark hair,
bundled into two pigtails running parallel down her back. Amanda
was so pretty, Blair thought, she could have a hundred boyfriends
a week, if she wasn't so weird.
Blair, on the other hand, resembled her father's father, Lucky
Jack Reilly, the smuggler, soldier of fortune, and breaker of
hearts on five continents. Her father passed on to her the
creamy complexion, fiery red hair, blue eyes, and love of risk.
Amanda resembled *her* father, quiet, dreamy, dark, and beaut-
iful, almost too beautiful for the world. Amanda had coal-black
hair, skin of porcelain, deep brown almond-shaped eyes, a long
swan neck, and a slender torso with long slim legs and ankles
that contrasted with Blair's more stocky build. Blair wasn't
jealous of her sister, though. They were so different that com-
petition and comparison seemed foolish. Blair loved her little
sister fiercely. Amanda, for her part, adored her ten-year old
sister, who occupied place of affection reserved for their moth-
er, whom they seldom saw, and who was usually in a cross mood
anyway. Amanda finished the glass of milk and fell asleep in
front of the TV. Blair nodded out on the sofa.
****************************
When Mary Quinteros snapped the lights on, she found her
daughters sprawled across the living room. She whispered to the
man following her. "Sorry, John, looks like Mom got drunk again
and left the girls to fend for themselves. I, I gotta get 'em
into bed." John muttered something about frustration and left in
a lather. Mary stepped over Blair and bent to pick up Amanda.
She lifted Amanda off the rug in front of the TV, which was blar-
ing a repeat of the eleven o'clock news, and carried her into the
bedroom.
She returned for Blair, and saw the gallon of milk open in the
kitchen. It was about a quarter full. Young girls sure went
through a lot of milk. She lifted Blair up, and tucked her in
next to Mandy, then returned to the kitchen. She almost poured
herself a glass of milk, then decided against it, and opened the
refrigerator for some orange juice. She sat down to ponder the
changes she had heard about at the club.
The club had been sold to some outfit called Clayton Enterprises,
and Brenda Hill had been named manager. At first, most of the
girls were opposed to the changes, because they were jealous of
Brenda, but when they had some of the things explained to them by
a tall dark-haired woman in a professional-looking suit, they had
to admit that the changes were an improvement.
First of all, they'd no longer have to rent their stalls or their
outfits from the club, and they'd no longer have to pay off the
bartender for and private dancing. That meant a three hundred
dollar a week raise for Mary in itself, although they'd have to
kick in fifteen percent for a dancer's kitty, to help out those
who didn't make quite as much.
Then, when they'd heard that they would be getting full medical
and dental insurance for themselves and their dependents, they
were dumfounded. Those gangsters that had been running the club
must have making a real haul of the place. Typical pimps, buying
flashy clothes and big cars off of women's pussies. The busi-
nesswoman had said that the head of Clayton Enterprises was a
woman, so that explained a lot.
Still, it was getting to be more and more of a big-tit world,
Mary looked down at her own breasts. She was a 34B, and that
used to be enough, with her dark, butt -length hair, her tiny
waist, her slender and well-formed ass, and her sultry good
looks. She was a popular dancer, and she had been number one al-
most since she had started at the club after Amanda's father had
disappeared. But she wasn't number one any more, not since Bren-
da Lee Hill had shown up.
When the striking blonde with the huge boobs first tried out for
the job, Mary laughed. Brenda had performed like a guy comedian
making fun of a stripper. But you can learn to dance. What you
can't learn is how to have tits the size of half-watermelons.
Before too long, Brenda had become the star attraction, drawing a
lot of new customers. It was good for the club, though, and the
other girls didn't mind the extra money Brenda's big knockers
brought in.
But some of the girls got boob jobs. Angie Peterson, in particu-
lar, went from a very respectable forty-one inches to just short
of Brenda's phonomenal sixty-three, but hers looked like twin
zeppelins about to drop a load on London, and were so obviously
artificial, that they actually suffered in comparison to Brenda's
homegrown marvels.
Mary had fought the pressure. She was making more money than
ever, and she didn't see the need to mutilate herself just be-
cause some other girl took the Golden Guernsey award.
Just then, she heard a frightened scream from the girls' bed-
room...
********
Mary squeezed the sponge out into the bathtub and patted more
blood off Amanda's leg. Blair stood at the other end, and grand-
mother Consuela was sitting on the toilet seat watching the
proceedings. The bloody sheets from both girls' beds lay in a
tight bundle on the bathroom floor.
"Am I gonna bleed to death, Momma?", pleaded Amanda.
"Shush, baby", replied Mary, "Its just your period. It happens
to all us women. I just thought I'd have a little time before I
had to explain it to you." She turned to look at Blair. "And I
didn't think you both would start on the same night.
What saint have I offended, thought Mary as she finished bathing
Blair's legs to have two adolescents in the house at the same
time? She glanced back and forth from the tuft of red hair
sprouting between Blair's legs and the black one between those of
Amanda. How could they have been so far along without her know-
ing? The damage was done, though, and she figured she'd have to
get on with it as best she could. She picked the bloody wad of
sheets off the floor, and motioned for Consuela to follow her.
By the time she got them to the doctor's office on Tuesday, Aman-
da had grown four inches, and had her wrists and ankles hanging
out all her clothes. Blair, too, had grown. Consuela shook her
hed, and reminded Mary that she had done the same when she had
become a woman.
"But I didn't start until I was almost twelve!", protested Mary.
Consuela shrugged her bony shoulders. "The young girls, they
grow faster in these days.", she commented philosophically.
For a while, Mary got by by letting Amanda wear Blair's clothes,
and sharing her own clothes with Blair. But the girls kept grow-
ing, until they both overtopped their mother by a pair of inches.
Then they stopped.
Blair's problem was bad enough. She was already one of the tal-
lest and strongest girls in Ms. Harrison's fourth grade class,
but now, there wasn't another girl that even came up to her
shoulders. She felt huge and ungainly.
If Blair's situation was difficult, Amanda's was desperate. The
girls in her class had persecuted her somewhat before, half be-
cause they were resentful of her good looks, half because she was
shy and a bit peculiar. It didn't help at all now that she was
almost twice their size!! Mary met with the principal of their
school, asking that her two daughters be allowed to transfer to a
special class. He said he recognized her concern, but that since
it was so close to the end of the term, they'd have to stay in
their respective classes.
One day, Blair woke up with a strange burning sensation in her
chest. It felt like it was directly behind her nipples. She sat
up in bed, and saw that Amanda was also awake and staring at her.
Amanda had her shirt off.
"Blair", she asked, "do your titties hurt too?"
"God, Mandy, it feels like they're on fire!"
Amanda brushed one of her little nipples, which was just as hard
and erect as it could be, and gasped from the wave of delight
that swept over her. "Don't touch 'em, Blair. It makes 'em hurt
worse."
Blair touched her left nipple with a finger. The shock nearly
knocked her back into her pillow. "Wow!", she gasped, "I've nev-
er felt anything like that before."
Amanda brushed her nipples again, and giggled. "It tickles. It
feels good." She reached over and grabbed one of Blair's, who
shrieked with delight. Before long both girls were locked in a
serious game of titty-pull, and the sensations became overwhelm-
ing. Amanda and Blair took to rubbing their chests with their
hands, both breathing very heavily. Blair mentioned to Amanda
that her chest felt tense and tight, when suddenly, all the ten-
sion came flooding out in a great rush of intense pleasure that
made her tingle from her neck to her newly- fluffy pussy.
"Oh Mandy, Oh God, Mandy", moaned Blair, but looking over she saw
that Amanda was experiencing the same rush of sensation, for her
head was tilted back, her mouth was open in a silent scream, and
she was rubbing her undeveloped chest furiously.
The two sisters huddled together on Blair's bed while the unfami-
liar sensations ebbed away like an outgoing tide. Then they fell
asleep in each other's arms.
Later that morning, Amanda was called to the blackboard by Ms.
Suarez, her second grade teacher. She rose gracefully and moved
to the board. "Too-tall", whispered one of the girls as she
walked by. Ms. Morrison gave her an addition problem and she be-
gan to write it down. She felt her blouse pulling up away from
her skirt, and she reached down to tuck it back in. That's when
she saw why her blouse was working up, and she dropped her chalk.
There were two little nubs on her chest, and they were growing,
pulling her blouse up onto her chest.
Amanda blushed bright red, and ran from the room to the sanctuary
of the girls bathroom. With the door locked behind her in one of
the stalls, she pulled her blouse up, and there they were!! Her
breasts. They weren't too impressive, just two little swellings
under her nipples. But they were growing, visibly. Amanda
watched entranced as the two swellings grew into two little
mounds, then the mounds grew, lifting her nipples further out
from the chest wall. She tried pulling her blouse back over
them, as if this could make them go away, but they were already
too large to hide. They looked like real grown-up ladies' tit-
ties now, thought Amanda.
There came a tap on the door of the stall. Amanda cowered in the
back. "Go away!", she sobbed.
"Is that you, Mandy?", came the answer, "My God! Open the door!"
"Blair!", Amanda cried as she suspiciously opened the door. She
saw her sister standing there, with her shirt unbuttoned.
"You'll never believe it, Mandy, but I've just grown tits!
Look!". Amanda saw that Blair had indeed grown a pair of breasts
to match her own.
"I was outside at recess, and it was my turn at bat, when sudden-
ly I felt as though someone was tugging at my shirt. I turned
around to see if Terry or some other little jerk was fooling with
me, and I felt the tugging again. When I looked down to see the
base, I saw these!" She opened her shirt and produced two
baseball-sized breasts.
"I told 'em I didn't feel so good, and came in here.", she added.
Amanda was delighted. She stood up and pulled her little cotton
blouse up. Her pert little tits were about the size of tennis
balls. "Me too, Blair. Look."
"Hey, no shit. God, Mandy, this is great!", laughed Blair, "but
we'd better get from here before our teachers come sniffing
around. I know how to open the window. We can get out that way.
Better all around if we just skip today."
Blair buttoned herself back up, lifted Amanda through the open
window, then pulled herself through behind her sister. The two
passed quickly through the parking lot and playground, then off
the grounds, down the street to their apartment. They found
their mother just getting up from bed.
They showed Mary the recent developments. "What great galoots I
have for girls.", she chuckled, hugging them both, "Tits they got
now. Next, they'll wanting to buy bras."
Amanda cupped her hands under her newly-sprouted breasts. She
was gratified to discover that they formed quite a substan-
tial handful. "But I **need** a bra now, Mom, look!!", Amanda
plead- ed.
Blair jiggled her new protuberances as a response. They were a
little larger than Amanda's, but, since Blair had a broader chest
than Amanda, they looked about the same size. "I need one too,
Mom. Please!!"
There was no denying that both Amanda and Blair had definitely
passed beyond the training-bra stage, and were in need of some
more functional undergarments. Mary took some quick measure-
ments, and noted with chagrin that both of her girls, despite
their tender years, were already too large to fit into one of her
brassieres.
"Blair, you're gonna need a 36-B, I'm certain, and Amanda, you're
probably past a 32-B. We'll just have to get you to try that as
well. I'm afraid you'll both have to jiggle down to the K-mart
with me, since your little old mother is *just* a 34-B, and it
took her years to get there."
Now that they had breasts, Blair and Amanda found that shopping
for clothes was fifty times as much fun as without them, and they
were delighted by their mature-looking new outlines, spending a
lot of time posing in front of the mirror, turning this way and
that. Amanda wanted to buy everything two sizes too tight, and
Blair kept experimenting with plunging necklines and v-necks, but
Mary kept a close rein on them.
"You two act just like a couple of Cubans that hit the Trifecta",
she warned, "Watch out. You can do a lot of damage in a B-cup.
Believe me, I know." And I don't think you've stopped growing
yet, she thought grimly, as she watched Blair and Amanda dress
their new figures with all the enthusiasm and gusto of children
on Christmas morning.
Blair and Amanda were so excited about their new figures, and
they couldn't wait to show off their new clothes at school. They
stayed awake most of the night giggling in anticipation.
The effect was electrifying. Of all the girls in Palm Avenue
Elementary, no one even came close to Blair and Amanda except
was immediately inducted into the most popular group of girls in
the school. Rich girls like Candy Suarez and Terri Blake fought
to eat with them in the cafeteria. Amanda they also accepted
as an equal. You can't just ignore a beautiful girl with a
great build because she's in the second grade.
Amanda in particular became increasingly restive in her class-
room. The other kids seemed like babies to her now, and the
heady experience of being treated like an equal, even a superior,
by girls two and three years older than she was went to her head.
Even the schoolwork, which she had formerly enjoyed, seemed to
become childish and elementary to her. She began to anticipate
Mrs. Harrison's questions, and, although her grades improved, her
attitude definitely was deteriorating.
Blair, on the other hand, was in a blaze of glory. Her perky,
jutting breasts seemed to be the center of her little world. The
boys couldn't get enough of her, crowding around her continually
and vying for her attention. If some of them couldn't contain
themselves, and shouted little obscenities to her, she merely ac-
cepted it as more homage. After a while, it seemed natural to
her that the other girls in the school, even the ones in the
fifth and the sixth grades, should pass their time staring wor-
shipfully up to her.
A lot of the adulation she was receiving, however, came from a
prowess in sports which was little short of amazing. She had al-
ways been good at games, but now, her athletic ability seemed to
have increased four-fold. She could run faster, jump higher, and
hit harder than ever. One day playing softball, she broke the
bat, and sent a softball flying over the fence into the street.
No one remembered anyone ever doing that before.
One day, an amazing thing happened that gave Blair cause to
think. She was standing in line in the cafeteria, and three or
four boys from the sixth grade were waiting in line behind her.
They were pointing at her breasts and snickering. Blair looked
down at them with almost infinite disdain. It was incredible.
She was two years younger than they, yet she towered over them by
eight or nine inches. She was beginning to find them entirely
juvenile.
The boldest of them, a strapping blonde boy of twelve, began to
berate her. He puffed his chest out and pulled his neck back
like a little fighting rooster. He was a little taller than the
other boys, so his eyes were just about level with Blair's tits.
"You little overgrown fourth-grade bitch! You think you're better
than everyone else, 'cause you got titties now. I'll kick your
ass, then I'll fuck you."
"With whose dick?", replied Blair, turning away from him in dis-
gust. The other boys guffawed. "She got you, Kevin ", they
snickered. Kevin hung his head in shame and anger. Then he
reached a hand out. Blair felt his hand clamp down on her left
breast. "God *damn* she's got big 'uns", Kevin exclaimed. Then
Blair reached over with her right hand, grabbed Kevin's wrist,
and tossed him into the tables, about three feet. The other boys
ran for their lives.
One day, late in the school year, while she was trying to concen-
trate on some bullshit of Ms. Harrison's about complex fractions,
she began to see the classroom fade before her, and sort of move
back into the distance. Then she saw Ms. Suarez, Amanda's teach-
er, drawing a figure on the blackboard. She saw all of Amanda's
sweaty little classmates, holding their big pencils and feverish-
ly writing. Then she saw the tips of Amanda's dark brown hair,
and her jutting breasts on her slender rib cage, and she gasped,
and immediately her own classmates and her own teacher swirled
back into view.
She asked Amanda about it that night at home. Amanda said she
didn't know anything about it, but she verified the little de-
tails that Blair supplied, Who was wearing what, who was doing
what. "It was like, like I was in your body, Mandy, looking out
through your eyes.", Blair said.
Amanda just shrugged her narrow, shapely shoulders and said noth-
ing.
Amanda had also taken to reading, no, devouring romance novels on
the balcony. It was well into springtime now, and the sun was
hot. Amanda and Blair had both bought skimpy little bikinis that
displayed their new figures in flattering ways. Blair would
watch as her sister would sit out on the balcony for hours turn-
ing pages on a stack of romance books, letting the sun toast her
lithe body to a deep coconut brown.
"You read those things awful fast, Mandy.", observed Blair one
day.
"About one or two a day, Blair. Schoolwork just doesn't seem to
take as much time as it used to."
"You never seemed to be much for reading, Mandy, You used to
watch more TV." Blair stared at the cover of the book propped
open between her sister's nut- brown breasts. It depicted a
black haired woman crushing a half-naked man's head into her
abundant bosom. The woman looked like a lady, or a noblewoman
from a long time ago. The man looked like a pirate. He was
holding a long sword in the hand he wasn't using to embrace the
woman's waist. "Looks like pretty hot stuff."
"Reading's easy once you get the hang of it.", replied Amanda in-
dolently. "TV is pretty boring." She traced a slender finger
along the inside of her brown thigh, to the border of the bikini
bottom. "These books make me feel all loose and tingly down
here."
Blair knew about that loose and tingly feeling. She had been
starting to feel that way herself, mostly when she saw some of
the boys from McArthur High in track or football practice in the
field adjacent to her school. She and some of the other, more
developed girls in the fifth and sixth grades hung out by the
fence during recess, and watched the boys do their Phys. Ed.
class.
Once in a while, one of the boys would glance over to them and
wave, or smile. This made Blair quiver all the way down to the
center of that secret little place between her legs.
About a week before the end of the school year, Blair and Amanda
were hanging out at the fence with Janice Perdomo, Betsy Duffy,
Latrice, some black chick from the Gardens, and Tanya Garcia.
They were watching the boys from the McArthur High track team run
wind sprints when a tall, spectacular-looking girl with long dark
hair and a generous, shapely bustline walked out and sat in the
stands. About a half-dozen boys waked over and sat down around
her.
"That's Mary Lou Rodriguez.", whispered Janice in the same tone
of voice that a relief pitcher for a triple-A minor league team
would intone the name of the current big league strikeout leader.
"Those are all her boyfriends."
Betsy snorted. "She sure has a lot of boyfriends."
"Look at her tits.", said Tanya, "You can see from here she's got
big ones. That's why all those boys are boyfriends. I bet she
can change from one to another whenever she wants, and when she
gets tired of the second one , she can go backto the first
one, and he'll take her back, for her tits."
All the girls nodded and hummed in agreement. Then Latrice spoke
up. "Reason girlfriend's got 'em big-ass titties 'cause she be
lettin' all the boys play wid 'em. That's how they got so big."
All the girls gasped at this unexpected piece of information.
"No shit?", asked Janice.
"Shit, don' white girls know nothin?", replied Latrice, "That's
how mine got so big." She thrust her considerable bosom out as
evidence. She was in the fifth grade, yet she boasted a 38C.
This gave her argument considerable weight. "I lets all the
black boys play wid 'em", she added, "an' some of the white
boys."
Amanda and Blair looked at each other in surprise, remembering
their mutual tit-pulling session, and their subsequent blossom-
ing. They decided to ask the oracle. "What happens if a girl
touches another girl's tits, latrice? Would they still get
bigger?", asked Blair.
"Don' know nothin' 'bout no lezzy shit," replied Latrice, "But
how's a titty gonna know a man's hand from a girl's?"
Amanda and Blair continued to look at each other guiltily, as if
their secret was manifest to the whole playground.
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Sherrie Rodriguez turned to her friend Marsha Sanchez. "I
**know** its your quince, Marsha, but if your gonna have it at my
house, you're gonna have to invite her."
Marsha was far from uninterested in what Sherrie had to say.
Having her quince at the Rodriguez' house would insure its being
the social event of the end of the school year. Also, Sherry was
her oldest and dearest friend. She looked at Sherry imploringly.
"But I don't know her. Would she come?"
"My brother wants her to come. He says he's seen her at school,
and he's just dying to know her." SHerrie began polishing her
nails absent-mindedly with an emory board. "And if Marty doesn't
come, I can't guarantee that Manny will show up. You know how
these boys stick together."
"If he met her at school, how come I don't know her?", asked Mar-
sha.
"I didn't say he met her at school, querida", replied Sherrie, "I
said he **saw** her at school. She goes to the school behind
the High School."
"The **GRADE** school behind McArthur?", screamed Marsha,
"Just how old is this little tart? I'm not doing any baby-
sitting at my quince. Is she twelve?"
"Actually, she has an older sister who goes to the same school",
replied Sherrie. "I think the sister's twelve. I think Amanda's
eleven. Doesn't matter, though. Marty pointed her out to me.
She looks an easy fifteen. I'd be surprised if she's not already
passing."
Marsha was glum. "Eleven years old. All the equipment, all the
horsepower, no brakes." She thought for a while. "OK, I'll in-
vite her, for you and for Marty."
"Invite the sister, too", ordered Sherrie.
Marsha's mouth opened wide, but Sherrie prevented the outburst.
"I've **seen** these two, you haven't. What did you look like at
eleven?"
"Braces on my teeth, band-aid on my knee. All wrists, elbows,
knees and ankles. Not a pretty sight."
"Right", observed Sherrie, "and you turn fifteen on the ninth.
You didn't turn out bad at all, querida, and if you don't believe
me, you can ask any one of my brothers. But these girls, they
both look better than we do right now. They're thoroughbreds,
and they're gonna be like skyrockets, sabe? If we let them hitch
a ride with us now, maybe they'll let us hitch a ride with them
later on."
Marsha slipped her hand into Sherrie's. "You're right, you
know".
"I always am, querida".
***********************
The invitations arrived at Blair's and Amanda's apartment in
cream colored linen envelopes the richeness of which astounded
everyone. Mary was a little apprehensive about letting her girls
go to a social function at which there would be both boys and
girls, but Blair and Amanda pestered her continually, until fi-
nally she gave in.
"The Rodriguezes are a well-off family. You're gonna need some
fancy clothes" Mary said as she marked the ninth of June in red
on the calendar.
Of course, Blair and Amanda could think of little except the par-
ty, and what they were going to wear. For swimming, the suits
they already had were servicible. With swimwear, what's under-
neath is much more important, after all.
But they needed formal outfits for the presentation,and jeans and
tops for the dance afterwards. Mary gave it a good deal of
thought. These were girls whose families indulged their every
whim. It was necessary that her girls be well-dressed, but not
to compete with their hosts needlessly. It took a while, but
they finally found the perfect outfits; for Amanda, a formal
gown in cream with a peach colored floral design, a white V-neck
snd white gloves. For Blair, she chose a light green dress with
yellow highlights, and yellow gloves.
For the dance afterwards, she decided to let them splurge on
Guess jeans with matching tops. The girls wanted to show off
some titty, which was not surprising, given their ages and the
relative abundance of that commodity with them, and its relative
scarcity elsewhere in their age group. They chose buff-coloured
t-shirts that scooped down daringly in front, held together by a
leather thong tied shoe-lace style across their chests.
The Rodriguez' house was an imposing manse in the northern end of
the county, surrounded by trees and shrubbery. Mary dropped
Blair and Amanda off at the gate, waited as they rung the bell,
and were ushered inside. Then she drove off.
Sherrie Rodriguez, the third daughter of the wealthy Rodriguez
family, met them at the gate, and offered them her cheek to kiss,
in the Latin style. "Mandy! Blair! I'm so glad you could
make it!", she bubbled, "Come on up to the house. Let me
show you off! You two look good enough to eat. Who did your
hair? You **must** tell me."
Blair and Amanda were astonished by the attention they were re-
ceiving from such a rich and important person, and Amanda art-
lessly blurted out, "Our Mom did our hair, actually."
Sherrie laughed. "Oh, how delightful! She did a wonderful job
with you two."
Actually, Mary had spent a good deal of time on the girls' hair
and makeup, an investment which had paid rich dividends. Both
Blair and Amanda looked years older than their age, and glowed
with youth, good health, and excitement. If any other had been
there to observe, he would have thought Sherrie, who was fifteen,
the youngest of the trio. Her legs had less shape, and her bust
was smaller.
Sherrie ushered them into the house, where they found the party
already in full swing. Blair and Amanda felt themselves swept
into a world of teenage privilege and glamour beyond their imagi-
nations, and listened breathlessly as the other girls talked
about yacht parties on Biscayne Bay, summers in Spain, modelling
assignments on South Beach, boyfriends with horses and college
guys with Mercedes converibles. The astounding thing was that
all these fine girls were treating them almost as equals. Blair
and Amanda added little to these conversations, which actually
raised their stock in the sight of their new friends, who appre-
ciated little more than the adoring silence of girls more beauti-
ful than they.
The climax came with the presentation of Marsha Sanchez, on the
arm of her father, and the young men came in in their tuxedos,
and Marsha danced with her brother Domingo. After that, all the
young men began to choose partners for the presentation waltz.
Blair and Amanda were so excited, they didn't notice their
breasts tingling. They were tingling all over.
Sherrie came up with two extremely handsome young men, one on
each arm. "Blair, Amanda, I want you to meet my brother, Marty,
and his friend Eric Preston." SHe opened her arm to indicate her
two charges. "This is Blair Reilly and her sister, Amanda Quin-
tero. I'll leave you all to get acquainted." then she wafted off
to another corner of the room.
Blair surveyed Eric. He was a blonde haired, green eyed boy of
medium height, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had
wavy hair and a kind smile, and Blair decided she liked him. He
invited her to dance, and she accepted.
Marty, on the other hand, was a very tall Cuban boy with jet
black hair and eyes dancing with fire, grabbed Amanda's hand and
pulled her out to the floor. "Amanda", he whispered, "I've been
waiting weeks to meet you. I'm so glad..."
Amanda was puzzled. "But where have you seen me?", she asked.
"At school", he replied, "and you were at the fence."
Amanda blushed red. "Then you know... , I..., you...", she sput-
tered. It came back to her now, the tall, handsome Cuban boy, on
the track team, who always seemed to be smiling at her. Her
breasts felt like they were on fire. She snuggled in closer to
Marty, and when her chest met his, it was like an electric shock
went through her. She sighed.
"I know you're only twelve years old, Amanda", Marty whispered in
her ear, "but I'll never tell anyone. I want you to be my date
tonight. After the presentation, they'll let us change, and
the rock band will be playing out by the pool,and we can really
have some fun."
Amanda looked up into his shining eyes, like the eyes of the
pirate on the cover of her book. He doesn't know, she thought,
leaning her head against Marty's chest. She scratched the side
of her left breast. Her breasts were burning badly now, and even
the chafing of her bra, and her gown were almost insupportable.
The waltz stopped, then Marsha's father, with Sherrie's by his
side, announced that the young people could change, and that
their party would continue out by the pool.
Eric and Marty made Blair and Amanda promise them to meet them by
the pool, then they disappeared with the other boys to change out
of their formal wear. Blair and Amanda exited the ballroom with
the other girls, passing up the stairs into a hall full of bed-
rooms where they changed into their less formal clothes.
God, Amanda", Blair laughed, "Marty was on you like white on
rice." She pulled off her green gown, and stood there in her bra
and panties. They noticed that of these fine girls were staring
at them enviously. This filled them with a lot of these fine
girls were staring at them with envy. This gave them both a bit
more courage.
"Blair, do your breasts ache, too?", asked Amanda.
"Now that you mention it, they sorta do.", she replied. She
thought for a moment. "No, they really do. Like a headache in
my tits. She touched her right breast through her bra, and felt
a shudder of delight run from her nipple down to the inside of
her thighs. "I think I'm just turned on. Eric's really cute."
"Oh, Blair", moaned Amanda, "I want Marty to hold me, and touch
me, and **kiss** me. Is that wrong?"
"No, baby", replied Blair knowingly,"you're just getting a head
start on all this boy/girl stuff. Its fun." She paused another
moment. "or at least its supposed to be."
The girls pulled up their jeans, threaded the cords through the
eyelets on their blouses, tied them securely, but not so securely
as to not guarantee a delightful view to the watchful eye, and
met the boys back at the pool.
Eric led Blair onto the patio, some distance from the band, where
he sat in a circle of other guests, laughing and telling stories.
Blair moved close to him and grabbed his arm. He didn't resist.
He introduced her to a host of people; Suzy Sanchez, and Toni
Suarez, Candy's older sister, and dozens of others. Eric seemed
to be very popular.
Marty grabbed Amanda's hand in a tight grip, and moved her out
onto the dance floor. There they danced vigorously for several
songs, until the band began a slow ballad. Marty put his arm
around Amanda's slender waist and drew her to him. She snuggled
up closer into his embrace, and when her breasts touched Marty's
chest, she trembled.
Eric and Blair stayed with some of the other guests and chatted.
Eric had his arm draped over Blair's back, embracing her just
beneath her breasts. Blair found herself wishing he would reach
just a little higher. from time to time, his hand brushed
discretely against the bottoms of her breasts, and she felt a
wave of ecstacy flood through her when he did this.
Amanda and Marty left the dance floor hand in hand. He brought
her around to a pavilion on the other side of the pool. Amanda
ran her hand through her thick brown hair, which her mother had
so carefully permed that morning. She looked up into Marty's
eyes, which were gazing intently at her. At that moment it
struck her how much he resembled her TV hero, Fred Hunter the
detective, and she snuggled closer to him. Her nipples felt like
tiny little coals of fire on her chest, and she groaned for re-
lief.
Blair was getting increasingly restless as well. Her breasts
felt hot to the touch, and she sought relief by rubbing them
against Eric's arm. She shuddered with joy each time she did
this, and she wondered how Eric failed to notice.
Eventually, Eric asked her to dance, so the joined the group
closer to the pool where the band was. They danced a couple of
dances, and Blair leaned her burning chest against Eric. It felt
as though it ignited, and Blair gasped audibly. Eric pulled her
tighter, which only increased the feelings of ecstacy seething
under her pullover top, and she struggled away from Eric, but not
too far.
Amanda grabbed Marty's hand, and asked him if there was a place
were they be alone. Marty grinned and suggested the recreation
room. "My sister Mary Lou might be there with a couple of
friends, but she'll know enough to get herself lost", Marty as-
sured her. The rec room was on the other side of the Rodriguez'
house, cool and quiet after the noise and heat of the party area.
Mary Lou wasn't there, but a lot of clothes thrown wildly around
signalled her recent presence. Marty and Amanda sat together on
the couch, when she leaned back, pulled Marty to her, slipped her
arms around his neck, and kissed him hungrily.
Blair managed to cut Eric away from the crowd, and told him she
was thirsty. They left the patio area, found the refreshements,
and wandered awhile in the cool lower floor of the Rodriguez'
mansion. Before long, they found themselves in the recreation
room as well. Eric looked around at the clothes scattered around
the room, and said, "Looks like someone's been here already".
"they're not here now, Eric", replied Blair, and she lifted her
face to his. Eric responded by burying his hands in her thick
red hair and kissing her hard and long. He didn't see the other
couple's heads pop up from behind the couch, but Blair did.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", both girls shrieked in unison. Marty grinned
at Eric. "Hey, Eric, howzit goin'?" Eric grinned back sheepishly
at Marty. "Doin' OK, Marty. How about you?", he responded.
Blair and Eric seated themselves in a big armchair facing Amanda
and Marty and the girls giggled, while the boys preened them-
selves nervously. Then Amanda sighed deeply, and Blair glanced
at her, and realized what they had to do next.
Amanda looked intently at Marty and told him, "We want you boys
to make our breasts grow."
"Wha-a-a-a-t???", gasped Marty, almost chocking on his drink.
Amanda continued. "We want you and Eric to play with our breasts
and make them grow." She went on to tell the boys how both she
and her sister had very sensitive breasts, and that they hurt
very badly right now, but when someone touched them, either them-
selves or another person, it felt good and the ppain and pressure
went away. They explained that they knew it would make their
boobs bigger, but they hurt and ached so badly right now, that
they were willing to run the risk. Then Amanda and Blair
stripped to their waists, eagerly shedding their shirts and their
bras, sighing with delight as the cool air hit their aching and
tormented bare breasts.
Eric put his arm around Blair's broad, naked shoulders. "But
Blair", he began "But it won't make your tits grow if a boy..."
Marty silenced him with a icy glance,as if to say, Let's not mess
up a good thing, buddy boy.
Amanda grabbed marty's head and thrust it down between her tits,
and arched her back, thrusting her breasts even further into
Marty's delighted face. Eric lifted Blair's right breast to his
mouth and began tongueing her nipple, making Blair moan like a
sick cat. Both girls continued writhing and crying while Marty
and Eric attacked their breasts with their hands, their tongues,
anything they could. Finally Blair, then Amanda, shouted,
grabbed their partner's head, plunged it into her heaving chest,
and moved her tits back and forth across his face furiously, un-
til she collapsed backward into the furniture. Both Marty and
Eric were breathing very heavily.
"You girls play hardball on a first date, don't you?", Eric
laughed.
Blair moved in close to him. "I'm sorry, Eric honey", she
purred, "its just that we were in so much pain." Amanda nodded
in agreement. "We're not that old, you know. We're younger,
well, than we look."
"My sister told me", Marty ventured. "She told me you were only
twelve, Blair, and you were even younger, Amanda. Boy, after to-
day, I sure find that hard to believe."
Blair and Amanda fastened their bras back into place, put on
their tops, and relaced and tied the cords across their chests.
"See", said Eric, "your boobs haven't grown an inch." Amanda and
Blair shared a significant glance.
"They will", Blair asserted, "just give them a little time."
Amanda noted a delicious warmth spreading across her chest, as
agreeable a feeling as the other had been sharp and uncomfort-
able. "Mine are starting already", she crowed, giving Marty's
hand a squeeze, "Watch!"
Eric and Marty stared in disbelief as Amanda's top began to bil-
low outward gently. The cords on the blouse that she had so re-
cently laced up began to work its way loose, and the knot gave
way. The sensation was that of direct noonday sunlight on her
chest, and Amanda squealed with delight. "oh, that feels so
**good**!!", she exclaimed.
Blair felt a ball of warmth rise from her loins up into her
chest, and suffuse. her breasts were tingling. She grabbed
Eric's hand. "I'm starting now, too", she boasted.
Blair's blouse began to rise gently, and the knot holding the two
sides of her blouse together began to work its way loose as well.
Amanda's breasts were visibly growing now. "I bet I'm a C-cup
now, Blair", she said proudly. Eric put his hand on Blair's left
breast, and he felt it expand under his touch. Blair put her
hand on top of Eric's and gave it a pat.
Marty glanced slack-jawed from Amanda's chest to Blair's. The
cord had worked its way loose of the first set of eyelets now on
both of them, and a good deal of cleavage was visible , for the
first time, through the gap. Then Blair shuddered again. "Oh my
God, what a **rush**", she exclaimed. The leather cord pulled
loose of the second set of eyelets as Blair's expanding titties
surged through the growing gap. "I've passed you now, Mandy",
she gloated.
"Not for long, Sis", responded Amanda. And then her own breasts
grew suddenly, catching up, and even slightly passing her sister.
Both girls had now about tripled in volume, and the imprint of
their overextended bras were visible through the fronts of their
blouses, which had pulled up out of their jeans, exposing their
navels. "How big you think we are now?S, asked Amanda.
Eric swallowed hard. "Between a D-Cup and a Double-D", he
croaked.
"Aaarrrgh", roared Blair. The cord fell out of the last two
eyelets, and now hung limply down the front of her rapidly grow-
ing chest. The aperture of her blouse was opened now as widely
as it could, and about six inches of cleavage could be seen. Her
bra gave way in front, and her expanding boobs shook as they
sprang forth from their enclosure. The bottoms of her breasts
were now visible as her blouse worked its way ever higher on her
chest.
"OOOOOAAAAHHHHH", shrieked Amanda. She pulled off her blouse
with great difficulty, peeling it back away from her growing
mounds. Her bra popped its insignificant front clasps as her
breasts tumbled out into liberty. Eric and Marty gasped as they
saw her formerly dainty breasts fill out like a water attached to
a slow faucet, getting bigger, bigger, and bigger still.
Marty crossed himself and kissed the tip of his thumb. He was
clearly in the presence of the supernatural here. Blair turned
to Eric and lifted her hands over her head. Her blouse had
worked its way up so far that half her breasts were visible.
"Please help me out, Eric honey", she pleaded, "I don't want to
get stuck in here."
With a mighty tug, Eric managed to pull his growing girlfriend
free of her blouse, which had clearly become more of an encum-
brance than a covering. Both Amanda and Blair had pretty much
finished growing now. Their large firm breasts quivered like a
dewdrop on a leaf from time to time as they grew a couple of cen-
timeters or so.
Amanda and Blair stood up to survey the damage. The newly
sprouted breasts jiggled and shook substantially, and it was a
while before they were steady enough for them to see clearly how
big they had become.
Amanda cupped her hands under her newly-augmented mounds. "Wow",
she gloated, "Now these are decent!!" Blair picked her now-
useless 36-B brassiere up off the floor, fallen in the line of
duty under overwhelming odds. "This won't be too useful now, I
don't think." Amanda picked hers up and laid it gently across
the tops of her newly swollen mounds. "Looks a Barbie-dollUs
bra now, doesn't it, Sis?"
Blair's enlarged breasts were the size of muskmelons, actually,
fairly large muskmelons, and covered most of her rib cage.
Amanda's were smaller, about the size of decent cantelopes, but
since she was shorter, and had a smaller frame, what she lacked
in volume she compensated for in proportion.
Both sisters were delighted in the turn of events, and turned to
give their boyfriends a view of the new developments. Eric and
Marty were totally speechless. Like most American teenage boys,
they had spent a lot of time hunched over Playboy magazines.
This was like a magazine come to life before their very eyes.
Just then they heard someone at the door. Amanda and Blair hid
behind the couch.
****************
Mary Lou Rodriguez opened the door, and strode in. She didn't so
much enter a room as she possessed it. "Marty, Eric, what are
you guys doing here?", she exclaimed. Then she saw Blair and
Amanda peeking over the top of the sofa. "Oh, getting a little
action, aren't we, brother mine?" She gasped as the two sisters
stood up. "My God, Marty", she said, "where'd you find these
little booby girls?"
Marty flushed crimson. "They're friends of Sherrie's. They're
here for Marsha's quince."
Mary Lou motioned to Blair and Amanda, someone hesitant to ap-
proach this big, loud girl. "Come on, you two, let's get a look
at you. Don't be shy. I should think with tits like those you
two have, you wouldn't have the luxury of being shy." She turned
to her brother and gave him a big hug. "If this is what there is
comin' up behind me, I'll have to watch my back." She thrust out
a hand to the two sisters. "My name's Mary Lou. I'm Marty's big
sister. Encantada, pleased to meet you."
Amanda grabbed Mary Lou's hand and grinned broadly. She felt an
instant sympathy to this big outgoing, happy girl. "I'm Amanda",
she said. The movement of her arm shaking Mary Lou's hand made
her new breasts jiggle seductively.
Blair offered her hand next. "I'm Blair Reilly. Glad to meet
you."
"Why don't you two get dressed and go on back to the party?",
Mary Lou asked, "It seems a shame to keep four fine tits like
yours shut up in here with my dumb brother and his dumb friend."
She turned to Marty and Eric. "Oh, I know what you boys are up
to. Even you, Young-Mr.-Gentleman Eric. One of these days I'm
gonna bang your chimes so hard, you'll ring for three days." She
planted a kiss on his cheek. "Pretty bold of little grape-soda-
tits Sherrie to have these two for friends, though."
"Uh, Mary Lou", stuttered Marty, "we kinda got a problem." He
and Eric went on to describe how they had brought Blair and Aman-
da down to the rec room for make-out session, and ended up with,
well, this. "I swear, these are the clothes they wore down
here." He held up Amanda's now clearly inadequate bra and top.
Mary Lou examined the evidence, and stared at the sister's ex-
uberant chests. "I don't know how far to believe you, Marty.
If it was possible to grow tits like those in fifteen minutes,
doctors and chemists would be lining up outside these two's door
five wide and hundreds deep." Then she smiled. "Doesn't matter.
If the two of you need some clothes for whatever reason, Mary Lou
can fix you up." She cupped two hands under her own generous bo-
som. "I know a little something about having big boobs. I'm
gonna take these two to the beach house with me tonight to meet
the other girls. Marty, you go tell Papi to call these girls'
parents and make arrangements."
Mary Lou went to rummaging around in the room, pulling clothes
and underware out of odd spaces. "I'm a 38DD myself, girls. You
know something about those letters, don't you? Its a joke, like
they don't want to say 38-E or something. If anyone's wondering,
I'm 43-28-38. Anyway, Blair, I think you can fit into some of my
clothes, even though it might be a bit loose everywhere but in
the chest. Your sister may have to try on one of my 38-C
bras,though. I still have one or two left from junior high
around here somewhere."
Mary Lou vanished for a moment, then reappeared with an armload
of clothes. "I know about clothes not fitting, girls", she ex-
claimed upon entering, "I grew three cup sizes in the seventh
grade, and my father was furious. 'No way I'm gonna buy D-cup
bras for a twelve year old girl!' he hollered once at the dinner
table. Spent the whole year holding my breath. Your mother
looks like she wants to hold on to her little girls just a little
longer, no?" Mary Lou lifted up Blair's tormented shirt and
bra. "No way to account for parents.
She gave Blair one of her own bras, and Blair put it on. It was
tight, and was obviously made for a girl with a broader back and
smaller breasts. Blair's tits overwhelmed the DD-cups, and the
only thing that made the bra fit at all was the fact that the
longer straps on the sides helped compensate for the lack of
space in the cups.
Mary Lou felt Blair's arms and shoulders as she held up a shirt
for Blair to look at. "Well, Missie", she exclaimed. "You've
got some muscles underneath all that too. I'd hate to be the bee
that dips into your honeypot without permission!"
Mary Lou drew her breath in audibly. "Blair, it takes one hell
of a woman to overstuff one of **my** bras." She turned towards
Amanda, reaching out a sadly worn bra to her. This is the best I
could find. 36-D." Amanda pulled it on, and found that she had
the same problem as her sister; too little back, and too much
tit. Breast-flesh was poking out the top and sides of the bra,
but it stayed on.
Blair put on a Hawaiian shirt Mary Lou found for her. It fit
fairly well, except that it was loose in the shoulders. Amanda
had to make do with a one-size-fits-all black knit halter top.
"You two look fairly presentable now", gloated Mary Lou, "Amanda!
Pull that top down a little. You weren't given all that cleavage
just to hide it under a lot of fabric!"
Eric and Marty returned. Mr. Rodriguez had gotten permission for
Blair and Amanda to stay two weeks with Mary Lou and some of her
friends in the Rodriguez' beach house up the coast. Blair and
Amanda were thrilled. They had formed an instant bond with this
big, breezy girl who treated them so well.
"Papi says he'll send the driver after the girls' things, Mary
Lou.", said Marty. "We can take the Lexus, since there won't be
room in your Porsche for all of us."
Mary Lou laughed. "What do you mean 'us', brother mine? You two
aren't coming along. Not right now, anyway. This is a girl
party. Oh, don't worry. We'll have your little stacked
girlfriends back to you in one piece." She grabbed the keys from
her brother. "We'll take the Lexus anyway."
The drive up the coast was exhilarating. Mary Lou talked non-
stop; about boys, clothes, cars, parties, and about having big
breasts. "You know, it isn't easy finding clothes that fit well.
I had to learn to sew, and do alterations. Most outfits that fit
well around the boobs flap like tents everywhere else. Its not
so bad at home. Here in this town we got a lot of Cuban girls,
and Jewish girls, and Jamaican girls and what not, that have de-
cent figures. But I'm going to Illinois to school, and I'm
afraid all the clothes will be made for the fat-ass-no-tits
crowd..."
About an hor and a half later, they pulled up the Rodriguez'
beach house. It was dark, but the house was aglow with lights
behind a tall white wall. Mary Lou pushed a button and a gate
opened, and they drove in. She honked the horn, and the door
opened. Blair and Amanda saw a girl's shape silhoutted against
the light.
"Suzie!", shouted Mary Lou, "Tell the others we've got some com-
pany!"
Mary Lou ushered Blair and Amanda into the living room, where
three other girls were eating a pizza. In an instant, they saw
why Mary Lou wanted the two of them to come along. All the girls
in the room were at least as big as Mary Lou!!
"I found us some new little sisters!", shouted Mary Lou, and the
other girls got up to greet them. "Hi, I'm Janet", said a blonde
with green eyes. A short dark-haired girl in a swimsuit top and
cutoffs extended her hand. "I'm Lisa. Delighted to have you
here. Looks like you'll fit right in." The last girl was Suzie,
who had met them at the door. She was tall, not quite so tall as
Mary Lou, and was Oriental. All three were D-cups or better.
"Welcome to the 'Booby Hatch', Amanda, Blair", Lisa exclaimed,
"Where did Mary Lou find you two?"
Mary Lou answered. "They were at Marsha Sanchez's quince at my
parents' house.", she laughed, "My brother and one of his friends
were trying to fuck them, and I rescued them. They're sisters,
by the way."
"Half-sisters, actually", Blair corrected, "and I don't think
Marty and Eric..."
"Marty and Eric are guys", interrupted Mary Lou, "and if I inter-
rupted anything, I'm sorry. Marty knows where this place is, and
from the looks of your sister, it won't be too long before he'll
be begging an invitation up here."
All the girls laughed. They made room for Blair and Amanda in
their circle, and returned to the pizza. Then Mary Lou said to
Suzie, "Hey, Suzie, send for some more beer!" Suzie went out of
the room and returned in a moment. A few minutes later there was
a knock at the gate, and Suzie went out and returned with a
twelve-pack.
"You girls may be a little young for beer", Mary Lou said, "But
there's plenty of Pepsi and other stuff in the 'fridge."
"Young for beer?", commented Lisa, "How young are they?"
Mary Lou opened a beer. "I couldn't get a straight answer out of
my brother, but they were younger that he is, and younger than
Sherrie and Marsha." She turned to Blair. "How old are you two,
anyway?"
"I'm fourteen, and Amanda's a year younger.", lied Blair. Well,
why not, she thought, who's gonna believe the truth, or even the
old lie they let Marty and Eric believe; twelve and eleven.
There was a moment of collective silence. "But we'll have a cou-
ple of beers anyway", she added.
"When you got tits like that, you can be as old as you want to
be", Lisa remarked. She thrust out her capacious bosom, which
Blair noted was still smaller than hers or Amanda's. "These ba-
bies were getting me into clubs at thirteen." All the girls
laughed.
They finished the twelve pack, and sent for another. Blair and
Amanda wondered how they did it. Mary Lou went into the next
room, returned, and within minutes, there was a racket at the
gate. Lisa went out and got the beer. By the time they had fin-
ished that, all the girls were in a very good mood. Suzie stood
up. "Time for the tittie pledge", she laughed.
All the girls stood to their feet, put their right hands on their
left breasts, and recited witth mock seriousness,
"I pledge allegiance
to my tits,
and to all the benefits
which they afford me.
And to the sorority
of the overstuffed bra,
one true sisterhood,
triumphant,
with liberty
and all the good-looking guys
for just-us."
and collapsed in laughter.
Suzie pulled Blair over. "Kinda silly isn't it?" Blair agreed,
nodding her head. "Mary Lou started it, she and I, back in the
seventh grade, when it became obvious that we were built more,
well, generously than the other girls. Over the years, as we
came to know Janice and Lisa, we asked them into the club as
well." She looked down at Blair's chest. "In five years, we've
only added two new members. Now we add two more in one night!
Welcome to our jolly little clan!" She and Blair embraced.
Lisa stood up somewhat woozily, and motioned for Amanda to follow
her. "I wanna show you our delivery system, Amanda. C'mon."
They went into a room that had a large window open. The window
gave out onto a promenade where a lot of people were walking up
and down the beach. In the background, you could hear the slow
murmur of the ocean.
"Go on. Get us some sodas. Pepsis.", Lisa ordered. "Its easy.
Choose any one of these guys, flash 'em a little tit, and they'll
be down at the gate in no time."
Amanda swallowed hard. It seemed a little brazen, but she pulled
her halter top down to practically the nipples, exposing a vast
expanse of tawny breast. Lisa whistled in appreciation. "That's
the spirit, kid."
"Hey, good-looking!", Amanda shouted to a dark-haired young man
of maybe seventeen or eighteen.
"Well, hey baby", came the reply.
Amanda began to swell with a sense of confidence and power. So
this is what it was like to be a real woman, with big, shapely
tits. "Hey, go get us a twelve pack of Pepsi. Bring it to that
gate down there!" She indicated the front gate with a long,
slender brown finger. She shook her tits and blew him a kiss.
The young man disappeared into the night.
"Hey, I forgot to give him the money!", Amanda cried.
Lisa exploded in laughter. "Money? We **never** give the poor
bastards any money." When the Pepsi boy returned, he got a kiss
on the cheek from Lisa in payment. "Cute, but he got more than
he deserved.", she said to Amanda with an air of conspiracy.
The next few days followed in a blaze of activity. The girls
treated Amanda and Blair to a lifestyle they had only previously
dreamed of. One day, Mary Lou, who seemed to have an inexhau-
stable supply of money, took them shopping. The other three
girls ooohed and aaahed at each outfit, and Amanda and Blair be-
gan to feel a little like live Barbie dolls. But, the clothes
were so beautiful, the salespeople so deferential, and their new
figures commanded such admiration and respect that Blair and
Amanda soon lost their reserve.
They couldn't find any bras that fit well in any of the retail
stores. Blair sweated and struggled into a couple 36-DDs, but
she couldn't squeeze all of her bounty into them. "My God, I
can't believe my tits are TOO big now", she exclaimed. The girls
didn't have any more luck with Amanda. The 36-DDs fit her, but
the cups were way too small for her large breasts, and they were
very uncomfortable.
Mary Lou took them both by the hand. "We're gonna have to visit
a friend of mine.", she said, and drove them to a little shop on
the other side of town from the beach. It was a little, non-
descript place with a bold sign in the window annnouncing
ALTERATIONS/CONFECCIONES in English and Spanish. Mary Lou opened
the door and peeked in. "Yoo-hoo, Marina", she shouted, "Are you
home?" There came a bustle from inside the shop, and a small
woman of about fifty came out to greet them. When she saw Mary
Lou, she gave her a big hug.
"Maria", she cried, "Its so long that I don' see you. How's the
familia?"
Mary Lou pulled herself away from the older lady's grip. "Fine,
mamita, just fine. Mamita linda, I have two new friends that I
need your help with." She pushed Blair and Amanda towards Mari-
na.
"Que lindas ninas!", Marina exclaimed. "What beautiful girls.
Such big girls, too"
"They're too big for the shops, mamita, that's why I've brought
them to you."
"You did the right thing, Maria, Marina knows how to take care of
her special girls." She motioned to Amanda and Blair, who moved
over to her side. She put an arm around each one. "Such pretty
girls, Maria, like you when I first saw you."
Marina started on Blair. "Such pretty red hair, darling. All
the boys are gonna die to get their hands on such a beautiful
head of hair."
"Her hair isn't why were here.", laughed Mary Lou.
"I know, I know, Maria", Marina laughed. She made Blair take
her shirt off, and sucked in her breath when she saw the wide ex-
panse of Blair's firm young bosom. "Wow, Maria, look at these!"
She measured Blair just under the swell of her breasts, across
the rib cage. "30 inches. That makes her bra size 36. Good
size. I got lots of 36's." Then Marina measured Blair across the
fullest part of her melon-sized breasts. "Maria, we got us a
real tape-buster here. She's 43 and 3/4 inches across, almost
44. That would make her, let's see, an F or a G cup." She
did a quick measurement of Blair's waist, 24 inches, and her
hips, 35 1/2 inches, just for reference. Then she moved on to
Amanda.
Marina drew the tape measure across Amanda's rib cage just under
her large, jutting breasts. "This little one's daintier, but
I think she's going to be harder to fit. She's 27 inches
across, bra size 32." Then she pulled her tape measure across
the fullness of her well-endowed chest. "Forty-one inches,
Maria! You brought me some prize winners today. This little
one's defin- itely going to be needing a G, maybe a 32-H." Next,
she measured Amanda's waist, 19 inches, and her hips, 33.
"Do you have anything that can fit them, Maria?", asked Mary Lou
"I might have some things in the back", Marina answered. Then
she disappeared into the back room, and brought back a handful of
gayly colored and coquettish-looking bras. "I got more for the
big one than for the little one, honey", she announced, "but you
gotta 'spect that."
Blair and Amanda tried on the bras. What a relief! Not only did
the bras fit like they were born into them, but they gave a vry
seductive lift and jaunt to the sisters' large and shapely
breasts. Amanda was particularly impressed with the two that
Marina found for her. She looked at the tag several times.
Blair pushed against the sides of her breasts. They felt so full
and heavy, but this bra held them up so well. The front of the
bra dipped low in the front, exposing the tops of her breasts, so
that she could use this one with a low-cut blouse.
Then Marina disappeared into the back, and re-emerged with trium-
phantly with what had to be the catch of the day. "Two swimming
suits, darlings!", she exclaimed. "Just as if they were made to
order for your young friends." They were beautiful, too.
Blair's was a sea-blue top and bottom, and Amanda's was a solid
black, also a two-piece.
"I been takin' care of Maria since she was a little girl.",
boasted Marina, "Not that she's ever been little. Not since I
been knowing her, anyway." Marina threw out her own still-
impressive bust. "Get 'em young, take good care of 'em, and
you'll keep 'em a long time." Then there were more hugs and
kisses all around, for Blair, Mary Lou, Lisa, Suzie, Janice and
Amanda, and the friends departed back to their beach house.
---
That night, Mary Lou decided they should go out and break some
hearts. The girls all rented some inline skates and skated about
a mile or two up the beach. Before they got back, about fifteen
or so guys were following them.
Amanda and Blair were astounded. They weren't nerds, either, but
good-looking, well-muscled guys. Even some that looked like they
might be twenty-something.
Blair found out it wasn't so hard to talk to them, since they
kept their eyes pretty much focused on her chest, and didn't pay
too much attention to what she said. If she wanted any one of
them to do anything for her, she found she merely had to lean
over ever so slightly.
After a couple of days, Blair and Amanda began to feel old-
er, more grown-up. Mary Lou, Suzie, and the others didn't treat
them like little girls, but as complete equals. They even
deferred a bit to Blair and Amanda, since the sisters had bigger
breasts than any of the rest of them. Blair was delighted
when she won the annual big-bra contest. All of the other
girls, even Mary Lou, had flopped around inside her mighty
36-G, and she had overstuffed all of theirs. By the end of the
first week, Blair and Amanda felt they had never been happier,
but were a little apprehensive about when the outside world would
intrude on their private big-breasted paradise. Mary Lou, espe-
cially, treated them like visiting royalty, but then she
had a particular social instinct. Well-endowed girls like her-
self and her friends, Blair and Amanda discovered, were con-
sidered by Mary Lou to be a natural aristocracy, born to com-
mand and to have their every whim catered to. Men, and less-
endowed women, existed merely to serve them.
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Amanda was sitting out on the beach early in the morning, letting
the rising sun caress her face and hair. There weren't too many
people up and about; a couple of joggers, a young family with
some kids, an elderly couple walking up the beach. Amanda took
off a large, floppy sweatshirt she was wearing, and reclined on
the towel. She looked down at the top. It was amazing that this
swimsuit should not only fit her, but actually be attractive as
well. She had gotten so large on top.
Amanda stood up and stretched, an action that would have drawn a
fairly good- sized crowd if she had attempted it later in the day
with more people on the beach. She started walking up the board-
walk.
There were some squares marked in chalk for hopscotch on the
boardwalk. Amanda had liked playing hopscotch when, well, when,
she was a little girl, all of three or four weeks ago. She
picked up a pebble and tossed it onto the '1' square. She
couldn't even see the '1' square, really, with her new boobs in
the way, but she guessed at where it was and lept over it, con-
tinuing down the other squares to the '10'. Her large breasts
heaved and wobbled inside the bikini top with the effort, and
caused an old man passing by to spill his coffee on himself.
Amanda continued her game. A couple of early risers had stopped
and were lounging against the benches, watching her. Amanda kept
on. She knew now that guys were going to be watching her.
Then two little girls came running out a house a couple of doors
down from where Amanda was playing, and began screaming at her.
"Hey, lady!", yelled the smaller of the two, "What'cha doin' with
our game?" Amanda glanced up, and saw with horror that the
younger of the two was Felice Barnes, from Ms. Harrison's second
grade class.
"Felice!", Amanda replied without thinking, "What are you doing
here?"
Felice eyed Amanda with enormous suspicion. Amanda was a good
foot taller than Felice. "How do you know my name, lady?", she
asked Amanda.
"Uh, I,m Amanda Quinteros' uh, I'm her mother.", sputtered Aman-
da.
"Hmmph", grunted the little girl. "Now I see where Amanda got
her tits from. You know she was wearing a B-cup when she left
school."
Amanda thrust her chest out proudly. What a difference, she
thought. Only a few short weeks ago, she would have been indis-
tinguishable from this unremarkable, curveless little girl. She
moved her hands across her bikini top, down to her waist, and
down her thighs. Now she had a woman's body, and more than a
woman's body. She moved back to her towel and sat down.
And a woman's desires to go with the body, she thought. All last
night, she had felt restless. She felt a slight ache down in her
pelvis. She thought about Marty, and his strong hands on her
large breasts, rotating them, caressing them, putting his mouth
on her nipples.
She began to feel a little loose and sweaty. She put her hands
on her breasts, then moved them quickly away. She didn't need
**them** growing again.
Amanda reclined onto the beach towel, and feeling the warm touch
of the sun on her body, found her hands moving against her will
up towards her large breasts and down towards that hungry clam
under her bikini bottom.
******
Blair sat in the window of one of the bedrooms, watching the peo-
ple pass up down the boardwalk. She stroked her left breast
idly. For some reason, her breasts had been feeling, well, a
little tender today.
She thought about Eric, and how badly Eric had wanted to be with
her. But Eric really wasn't Blair's sort of guy. When she got
to thinking about it, Eric was really too, well, too much of a
gentleman. Blair was a street girl, and she wanted more of a
street-smart guy.
She sighed. Of course, it wouldn't hurt a bit if he was a hand-
some bastard, like the fellow she could see coming up the board-
walk. Now this was a guy worth watching, she thought to herself.
He was tall, about six-three, and **very** well-muscled. She
looked with growing interest at his broad shoulders, thick tri-
angular neck, and narrow waist.
His face looked somewhat familiar. It had an African cast to it,
large, sensual mouth, short, kinky hair, but it had an Asiatic
flavor as well. It was a very handsome face. The good-looking
guy was just about level with Blair when she had a sudden shock
of recognition.
"Tommy!", she screamed, "My God! Tommy! I don't believe it!"
It was Tommy. The face was the same, the swagger was the same,
even the way he held his head on his neck was the same. The old
Tommy, however, was thin and rail-like. This Tommy had a body to
die for!
She waved to this new, gorgeous Tommy. "Hey, Tommy, I'm up
here!" Tommy looked in the direction of the shout and saw the
fresh-faced, red-haired big-breasted girl waving to him from the
window. Nothing unusual. Women were all the time calling his
name and waving to him, now. But this girl looked familiar. She
kept waving. Maybe she did know him.
Then Tommy recognized her. "Blair Reilly!", he shouted, "Well,
dip me in dog shit! Hot damn, Blair, you lookin' good! What
kinda vitamins you takin'?"
Blair thrust her large chest out, knowing it would have an appre-
ciative audience. "You mean my tits, donUt you? They look
good, don't they?", she teased, "Almost as good as you.S
Tommy was right under her window, looking up, a wide smile cross-
ing his handsome face. Blair leaned over and stretched her hand
out to him. "C'mon up here, Tommy!S
"Blair, you crazy bitch!", Tommy laughed, "I weigh two hundred
fifty pounds." Blair laughed back at him. "And I can lift you,
Tommy", she replied. He grabbed her hand, and she lifted him ef-
fortlessly up into the air and pulled him into the window.
"How you did that, Blair?", said Tommy, still a little rattled by
the ex- perience. Blair stepped back into the empty bedroom.
"Damn, Blair", he exclaimed, "Where'dya get the tits? They look
decent as hell!"
"You got some explaining to do, too, Tommy", she replied, "the
last time I saw you, you were a skinny little gangstah- wannabee
with a bad case of acne and a 'tude to match."
"Kinda filled out since then, haven't I?", Tommy said smiling,
flexing his hands in his lap, making the biceps push out on his
powerful arms. "I don't know how it happened. I just started,
well, you know, growing, since the last time I saw you. did a
couple a' weeks in the Juvie home. A bunch a no-future nig-
gahs thought they'z gonna kick my ass there , they sure
caught a surprise. Then when I got out, I just kep' gettin'
bigger." He caught sight of himself in the mirror. "Lotsa
ladies shoutin' little Tommy's name from windows these days."
Blair sat down beside him on the bed, and began brushing her
large breasts on Tommy's arm. It felt good, and sent tingles
down her abdomen to the place between her legs. "You know, Tom-
my", she purred, "we got some unfinished business. The last time
I saw you..."
Tommy finished the sentence for her. "I said if you grew tits, I
was gonna fuck you."
She put an arm around his broad, muscular shoulders, crushing her
big breasts against his back and sending pulses of desire
running through her body. "I got tits now, Tommy", she whispered
hoarse- ly, "Big ones, too."
"It was the night...", Tommy began.
"We stole the milk outta the back of that white car", Blair
responded, "That milk, did you notice anything, well, strange
about it?"
"Can't remember right off", Tommy mused, stroking his chin with
his hand, "Why?"
"You should see Amanda, Tommy."
"Why? Amanda, your sister right?", Tommy asked, "skinny little
kid with black hair, big brown eyes?"
"That skinny little kid looks twenty-four now", responded Blair,
"Five foot four with a set of tits you wouldn't believe. Not
much smaller than mine, actually. Now you, showin' up here all
big and puffed up with muscles and all. You, me, and Amanda.
Five or six weeks ago, all of us were just a lot of snot-nosed
kids. Now, Amanda 'n' me busting out of our shirts, and you,
well, look at you. How old are you, Tommy?"
"Thirteen", he answered.
"Right. And I'm ten. **Ten** years old, dammit!" Blair pushed
her chest out for emphasis, letting Tommy appreciate their ex-
traordinary size and volume. "Do these look like the kind of
knockers girls have in the fifth grade? How many guys your age
look like you, Tommy? Not many? Not one! And Amanda! She
what, she's going to turn nine in August. Nine years old, and
she has a forty-one inch bust. She's wearing a 32-H bra, Tommy.
She's a woman!"
"What're ya tryin' to say, Blair?", asked Tommy, a little con-
fused.
"That it had to be the milk, the milk we stole, that made my
breasts so big, and not the fact that, well, Eric touched them."
"Whaaa-a-a-a-t?"
Blair told him the story, the whole story, from the beginning.
About the first time they grew, and Lateesha's explanation, and
the party, and Marty and Eric, and how they grew even larger
after that.
Tommy was impressed. He told Blair his story, which was somewhat
similar. Blair snuggled in closer to him, running her hands now
all over his body, and rubbing her chest against his back. "That
means its OK to let you touch them, Tommy. That means we can,
well, finish our unfinished business." She saw the growing bulge
in his pants, then reached down to open his zipper, and slip her
hand inside. What she found surprised and delighted her.
"Muscles ain't the only thing I been growing, Blair baby!", Tommy
exulted.
******************
Amanda returned to the beachhouse about noon. She looked for
Blair, but she couldn't find her. Lisa and Suzie were planning
to leave, and were packing up Lisa's car. Janice wasn't anywhere
around, and the only trace of Mary Lou was a note on the refri-
gerator saying she had gone into town to pick up her sister. The
sisterhood was breaking up, it seemed.
Putting on a hat, and wrapping a towel around her waist, Amanda
sauntered up the boardwalk to the sidewalk cafes. There, the
lunch crowd was packing the tables, trying to escape the heat of
the day.
As Amanda moved past the tables, she saw the men's heads swivel
to follow the movement of her breasts as a passing magnet will
draw a trail of iron filings. She sat down on a stool at the
bar, and ordered a beer. The bar- tender served her up without
asking her for any I.d. She stared down at her large, suntanned
tits. These are all the I.D. I need anymore, she thought.
A couple of guys tried to hit on her as she sat drinking the
beer. Her breasts were aching by now, but she wasn't too in-
terested in their advances. Way too old for her, for one, she
thought. Guys of thirty or better hitting on an eight-year-old
girl. There ought to be a law, she thought indignantly.
Amanda ordered another beer, hoping that the cool beverage would
douse the fires she felt beginning to burn down inside of her.
She finished the second beer, quickly. She stood up, and felt
nothing. I bet these big tits soak up liquor like two big old
sponges, she thought. I could probably polish off a twelve pack
by myself.
After lounging around in the cool shade for about an hour and
fending off a couple more advances, Amanda decided to return to
the beach house. By this time, she had picked up a tail like a
comet, as about five or six guys left when she did, following her
down the beach. Why do they have to be so obvious, she
thought.
When she got back, she saw Mary Lou's car in the atrium, but
there was no sign of her in the house. Amanda went upstairs into
one of the bedrooms. The house appeared to be deserted. She
released her aching breasts from their captivity under the bikini
top, and it fluttered onto the bed. Her breasts sagged very lit-
tle, but her nipples went quickly erect from the cool air- condi-
tioning.
Pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, Amanda
felt a rush of pleasure surge through her, and her breath started
coming in short pants. She grabbed great handfuls of breast-
flesh in both hands, and gasped with delight. Stroking the sides
and tops of her breasts, she felt jolts of pure delight pulsing
through her great mams, down through her trunk, into her snatch
and down the inside of her thighs. She heard the door close
behind her.
Two arms reached out from her back and cupped her ample breasts.
"Let me do that, honey", she heard a girl's voice say.
**************
Blair continued stroking Tommy's wonderful dick. "It's so BIG,
Tommy", she cooed. "I had no idea these things got so big."
"Usually, they don't, Blair baby", Tommy smirked. "Mine started
growing when I started getting taller, but it don't have to be so
big. Watch"
Tommy's dick, which had been about a foot long, began to diminish
in Blair's hand, until it dwindled to about half its former size,
but still hard and erect.
"Make it bigger again, please Tommy!", Blair begged.
Tommy restored his dick to its former glory, and Blair cooed with
delight. "Yeah. Most of 'em say that, Blair baby. But some of
height. That makes it handy to be able to shrink it like that."
Blair and Tommy had been taking advantage of the unusual quiet
and privacy of the house to investigate the changes that had oc-
cured to both of them. Tommy was very impressed by the size and
shape of Blair's breasts, and by the rest of her as well.
Blair was astounded by Tommy's new body. Not only did it look
good, but it felt good too, in all the right places. She passed
her hands over his arms, his shoulders, his legs. All areas were
rock hard and strong-feeling.
Blair was sitting beside Tommy, and she saw her nipples stiffen-
ing. She leaned her breasts lightly against his arm, and brushed
her nipples against his arm and shoulder. Tommy reacted to this
by cupping his left hand under her right breast and stroking in
softly. Even as big as Tommy's hands had become, Blair was gra-
tified to see that she had much more than a handful.
"You wanna fuck, Blair? It won't be the first time for me."
Blair was beyond recall, her breasts pounding from the inner
surgings of pressure and joy. "I can't think of anyone I'd rath-
er do it with for the first time than you, Tommy." She lay him
down on the bed, and straddled his chest, her large, melon-sized
breasts dangling mere inches from his face. She flung herself on
him, burying his face in her womanly tits. He grabbed her hips
and positioned her until she was sitting directly in front of his
majestic cock. Blair bent over, and took Tommy's dick between
her breasts, and worked them back and forth against his shaft and
head. Tommy groaned with delight.
Tommy worked his way into her pussy, which was wet and warm.
Slowly and gently he stroked her outer lips and, working inward,
he found her clit. She began to moan. "Oh, Tommy, this feels so
good!", she panted. "We're so big. That's what makes it feel
so good."
Grabbing Tommy's ponderous prong by the shaft, she guided it down
to where his fingers had begun exploring. She felt a bolt of
what felt like electric current run through her body when the
head of Tommy's dick, which was about the size and shape of a
large strawberry, made contact with her clit.
Blair lifted herself gently, letting Tommy insert his dick. She
felt it slide in, its thick bulk rubbing maddenlingly against the
walls of her pussy. As big as he was, he fit perfectly. Her
large boobs jiggled and bounced as she began to move herself up
and down on Tommy's dick.
Tommy reached up and began massaging her breasts. "Oh, God, Tom-
my", Blair moaned, "feel me up, feel my big tits." Tommy took
her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted them.
This causes Blair to buck and bridle on top of Tommy's dick.
Blair reached behind her and began softly stroking Tommy's heavy
balls. This made Tommy shriek with delight, and he began to
thrust his pelvis up, pushing his dick ever deeper into Blair's
suddenly hungry pussy. "You got ball bearings inside that
cootchie, baby", grunted Tommy. Blair wasn't able to respond.
She leaned back, increasing the pressure of Tommy's thick dick
against her clit, and panting with her increasing, building
desire.
Tommy came in a thunderous orgasm, shooting his massive heavy
load deeply inside Blair, yet he stayed marvelously hard and po-
tent, thrusting ever more deeply into Blair, until she too, began
to feel a tidal wave of sensation build, crest, and crash
against her. Then they fell exhausted into each others arms.
Blair and Tommy decided to shower together, snuggling in each
other's arms as the cool water washed the fires of love away.
"This is a nice crib, Blair baby. Is it yours?"
Blair nuzzled his broad muscular chest. "I was invited here by a
girl I met at a party." She heard a car pull up outside, and the
gate open. Feminine voices wafted in from the open window.
"That's probably her now."
They finished showering and dressed. While they were dressing,
they heard the voices outside again, the car doors open, the gate
open, and the crunch of the tires on the gravel. Then they heard
the gate close. "There they go again", Blair remarked, "That's
good. I don't want to share you, Tommy."
Tommy lit a cigarette. "Y'know, Blair baby", he mused, "since I
been big, I've had a good lot of women. But since I met up with
you again, I don't so much want to be shared." Blair giggled and
grabbed his arm.
"Let's do the town, baby", invited Tommy, "I got a car." Blair's
eyes opened wide. "Yeah", Tommy continued, "this old broad's
lettin' me use it, for now.", He showed her a lighter. "She gave
me this, too", he added. It was an old Zippo with a message
engraved on it. 'Simply mad about the boy', it read.
Blair put on a tight, tight black skirt and a fairly modest white
blouse that Mary Lou had bought for her and Marina had altered.
It had a row of buttons in black and gold running down the front,
and it was thin enough for her to feel the sea breezes against
her upper body, and the fabric of her bra was clearly seen
through it. She debated about putting on some panty hose, but
decided against it. The week at the beach had lightly tanned her
legs, and she didn't need the hose for color. Pulling her white
pumps on, she felt her outfit complete. She gave her thick red
hair a few brushes, and touched up her makeup. "Well, I'm ready,
Tommy", she announced.
"Damn, Blair baby, if hangin' with these rich folk don't do us
street folk nothin' but right.", Tommy announced. "You look good
enough to put in a window up in Bal Harbour." He stood and
thought for a minute. "I don' wanna go back to the old broad's
house, but I got some fine clothes back at my Awntie Marsha's.
We'll go there first."
They heard a door open and close downstairs. "Probably Amanda.",
said Blair, "She's a big girl now, too. Doesn't need me to hover
over her every minute like before."
"We can leave the same way I came.", said Tommy. He jumped into
the window, and dropped to boardwalk below. He grabbed Blair by
the waist and lowered her, then they disappeared into the late
morning glare.
**************
Amanda felt a girl's body, about the same size and weight as
hers, press in against her back, with small, hard breasts pushing
against her underneath a soft cotton top. The girl moved her
hands lightly and quickly over Amanda's boobs, causing tremors to
shudder doen Amanda's spine.
"Relax, Amanda,", said the girl in a low, insistant voice, "I
know how to do this." In way of demonstration, the girl moved
her hands experly over Amanda's upper body, touching her in
places that made her tremble with desire.
"Mary Lou told me how big you'd gotten, Amanda,", whispered the
girl, "and I had to come see for myself. She didn't tell me the
half. You're so big. It's not fair."
Amanda turned around to see Sherrie Rodriguez standing inches
from her. She thrust her large breasts into sherrie's face.
"Don't stop what you were doing, Sherrie,", pleaded Amanda, "It
felt so good."
"Oh, **good**,", beamed Sherrie, "I was so afraid you'd be of-
fended. Some girls don't like to be touched by other girls."
Sherrie stripped her top off, displaying her tiny hard bosom.
"Not much compared to yours, is it, Amanda?", Sherrie asked.
She began stroking Amanda's breasts again with her long fingers,
and Amanda moved closer in to her.
"I always wanted to have big breasts, Amanda,", confessed Sher-
rie, "It seems like Mary Lou and Carlita got all the tits in our
family. By the time I came along, there wasn't any left. How'd
you get so big, anyway?"
Amanda began making little circles with her erect nipples against
Sherrie's chest, feeling proud that her large and shapely tits
were the object of such admiration. "I just started growing,",
she said, "and anyway, Blair's bigger than I am."
"Blair's bigger all over.", responded Sherrie, "Anyway, she can't
be as fine as you are." She exteded her loung, pointed tongue
and lightly licked the merest tip of the nipple of Amanda's
breast.
At this, Amanda moved in closer, shivering with barely suppressed
desire. Sherrie reached down with her long, supple fingers, and
began exploring Amanda's dark, glistening pussy. Amanda began to
rear up on tiptoe, and plung herself down against the practiced
strokes of Sherrie's slender hand. In the meantime, Sherrie con-
tinued mouthing and licking Amanda's ample young breasts and her
stiff, erect nipples.
"Oh my God, Sherrie,", moaned Amanda, "That feels so ** good **.
Don't stop, please!"
"I don't intend to stop, little miss big-tits,", responded Sher-
rie. She kept one hand firmly set in Amanda's pussy, and reached
behind her to massage her firm, round ass. "If I had a body like
yours, Amanda, I'd fuck my way into a million dollars."
Amanda was practically overwhelmed with the intensity of sensa-
tion that was coursing through her woman's body. Besotted with
the onslaught of sexual desire, she bucked and slid on Sherrie's
hand like a wild mare until her body convulsed in the throes of
her first orgasm.
She lept on Sherrie, knocking her to the floor. She buried
Sherrie's face in her breasts, moaning, "Suck my big tits, Sher-
rie. They're so big, they need to be sucked!" Sherrie obliged,
and Amanda plunged her fingers into Sherrie's honeypot, found her
slick, engorged clit, and stroked it until Sherrie was engulfed
in an orgasm of her own.
Feeling the powerful desires ebb away, the girls relaxed on the
double bed in the next room. Amanda was idly stroking her large
boobs. "They are pretty big, Sherrie,", she boasted, "but maybe
if you let some boys play with your titties, they'd get big,
too."
Sherrie nearly choked with laughter. "What? Do you really think
that's what made your tits so big, my little moo-cow?"
Amanda told her about Marty and Eric, and how Blair's and her
tits got so much larger after that session. Sherrie laughed
aloud. "Amanda, every boy from Palm Beach Gardens to Key Largo
has had his hands on these little mammas, and they're still the
same size they were when I was twelve. Hell, if what you are
telling me was true, you'd look flat-chested compared to me."
"Then there must be something else that made me and Blair so
big.", she mused, sitting up in bed, and admiring the generous
shelf of breast-flesh hanging on her chest. "I mean this isn't
normal." She indicated her prominent tits with her hands.
Amanda rested her bed back against the pillow. Sherrie played
with the tip of her left nipple. "It had to be the milk, then,",
Amanda mumbled.
"What milk, little moo-cow?", asked Sherrie.
"About a month and a half ago, back when we were still in school,
Blair came home with a gallon of milk she said she had swiped out
of the back seat of the car of some lady who works at the club
where my mama works, the one on Apopka Road." Amanda shifted her
weight on the bed, causing her heavy tits to jiggle and shake
again. "Blair told me that the lady whose milk she swiped was a
lady with huge boobies, even bigger than us."
"That would be Brenda Lee Hill!", exclaimed Sherrie excitedly.
"Marty, Mary Lou and I snuck in to see her once. She's got
humungous tits! I bet it was her ** own ** milk in the bottle,
that made you and Blair so big."
The next thought hit them both at the same time. "I bet she
could do the same thing for you, Sherrie", said Amanda. "I bet
she could,", said Sherrie darkly.
Amanda strode into the next room, picked up her bra, and strapped
it on. Sherrie whistled in appreciation. "You know, there won't
be anyone here tonight. We can walk up the beach to Hurricane
Tony's and watch the amateur bikini contest. It's a pity you
aren't eighteen. You could enter, and I bet there won't be any
girls there half as stacked as you."
****************
Tommy and Blair were tooling down I-95 in Tommy's borrowed Al-
lante convertible when Blair felt a pulling on her bra straps.
She reached under her shirt and slipped her hands under the
straps and tried to pull them a little looser, but it seemed this
only made them feel a little tighter.
By the time they got to Pompano Beach, the bra straps felt like
they were digging into the flesh of her shoulders. The wind in
her hair, Tommy's conversation, and the music on the radio dis-
tracted her until they got onto the Sawgrass. Then the sides of
her bra started chafing, and Blair began to squirm a little in
the seat from the pressure.
Blair pulled the front of her blouse up and peered down inside.
Sure enough, two little domes of breast-flesh had formed pushing
upwards from the cups of her once-snug, now barely-adequate bra.
"Tommy,", she cried, "I'm growing again!!" Her bra lifted itself
about a half an inch as her expanding chest pushed it away from
her rib cage. Tommy looked over. Blair didn't look any dif-
ferent to him. Then he saw the fabric of her blouse billow out
slightly, and a gap opened between the second and third buttons.
By the time they got to the toll booth on the Sawgrass, Blair was
visibly larger. There was a considerable amount of cleavage
peeping out through the top of her blouse. Blair folded her hands
over her growing tits and pressed inwards, pressing them against
her chest, but she felt a constant and growing pressure pushing
them in the opposite direction.
They reached the bend where the Sawgrass turned south towards
Sunrise, and there were gaps now between all of Blair's buttons,
and her bra was visible as a thick band across her swelling
boobs. Blair looked down and smiled. "Hey, Tommy! Looks like
I'm gonna be huge. Can ya handle that?" Tommy smiled broadly.
Realizing that her bra, so recently an object of the wonder and
admiration of some of the most well-endowed young women in South
Florida, was soon to be more of an object of torture than a means
of support, Blair turned to Tommy and asked him to undo the
clasps in the back, and to loosen the straps. Tommy had to pull
over to fulfill her request. The operation took about five
minutes, and by the time they got back on the road, Blair's
breasts had swollen to about twice their former size. Her navel
was exposed from her blouse having crept up out her skirt by the
growth of her great mams.
The first button gave way as they crossed I-595 into Weston.
"OOOO-weeee", shouted Blair as she grabbed the sides of her ex-
panding boobs, "Just call me bodacious Blair now."
"Grow, Blair baby, Grow!", shouted Tommy, as Blair popped her
second button at the Sheridan Road exit. Placing her hands over
the tops of her rapidly balooning knockers, Blair could feel
them expanding, swelling, and growing bigger. Already, they
looked like twin basketballs under her blouse, and her nipples
about the size of her thumbs, were plainly outlined through the
thin fabric of her blouse.
"I've only got two buttons left, Tommy,", Blair said excitedly,
"I don't think this blouse'll make it to the county line. How
big do you think I am, Tommy?" Blair thrust her monumental bosom
forward as far as she could, putting enormous strain on her
remaining two buttons and the overstretched fabric of the blouse.
"36Q?, 36U?, 36ZZZ? Who knows? God, I'm getting so big!!"
Tommy slipped a free hand through the widening gap in the front
of her blouse. He stroked and explored her still-swelling boobs.
He tugged at the front of her blouse, and the two remaining but-
tons gave way, allowing her now- enormous breasts to tumble out
into the open air, brushing against the glove compart- ment.
Blair grabbed them with both hands, and wasn't able to get her
arms completely around their incredible girth.
When they crossed the county line, Blair realized she was in
danger of being wedged between the seat and the dash by her grow-
ing, swelling breasts, so she stood up. Her incredible tits
covered half the windshield, and continued to grow until they
reached her waist. By the time they got to the junction of the
Palmetto, Blair had stopped growing, but her gigantic breasts
covered her entire upper body, protruding out nearly three feet
from her rib cage.
The Palmetto Expressway is difficult driving under the best of
circumstances. A beautiful young girl displaying her enormous
breasts as a hood ornament on a Cadillac Allante snarled it
beyond hope. As they passed south along the Palmetto, Blair be-
gan waving and blowing kisses, like visiting royalty.
It was obvious that the radical expansion of Blair's breasts had
forced a change in their plans, and Tommy swung by Blair's apart-
ment. When they arrived, Tommy helped his newly augmented friend
peel her breasts off the windshield, and get out of the car.
Much to her surprise, Blair found she could still walk, and carry
herself erect, although her gait had gone from spritely to state-
ly, as she had to time her steps to the swaying of her now-
immense breasts. She passed through the gate, much to the dismay
of the collected audience of curious, bored, and horny which had
gathered at her arrival.
Inside the apartment, Blair kept knocking lamps, chairs, and
tables over, as she learned to compensate for the fact that she
now projected quite a bit further out into her environment than
before. Passing into her mother's bedroom, she discovered her
mother and her grandmother face down on the bed.
Calling Tommy in to help her, she turned them over, and found
that they had been brutally beaten about the head and body. Nei-
ther her mother nor her grandmother were unconscious, but they
showed no signs of recognizing Blair, or, more importantly, did
they show any surprise or alarm at the size of the breasts hover-
ing only inches from their faces as Blair and Tommy arrainged
them on the bed.
Blair looked around the room. There were no signs of anything
out of place, yet she entertained no doubt that she and Tommy had
interrupted a robbery or something even worse.
Seeing her mother and grandmother in such distress caused some-
thing to occur deep in Blair's phenomenally large tits. It felt
to her as if a faucet had opened, and they began to feel full,
although they didn't get any bigger. Soon, her nipples, four or
five inches long and about an inch thick, became erect and began
to drip, drip, drip with milk.
Like a blind newborn kitten guided by smell, Blair's mother root-
ed about at her daughter's vast breast, found the engorged nip-
ple, took it into her mouth, and began suckling. Immediately,
Blair felt her milk release, and she saw her mother smile as
drops of white milk leaked out from around the seal of her mouth.
She had Tommy place her grandmother on the other breast, and
nursed them both until they all three fell into a deep contented
sleep. When Blair awoke, it was night, and Tommy had gone.
Blair's mother was snoring, and her grandmother was nuzzling her
huge right teat. She had forgotten how big she had become, and
she almost fell over as she tried to weave her way into the bath-
room. Then she heard the apartment door open.
****************
It was about six o' clock before the show really got going at
Hurricane Tony's, but Sherrie and Amanda had already had time to
get a little loose. Sherrie wore a green halter top and a pair
of Levi's cuttoffs. Her shapely legs and pert ass amply compen-
sated for her lack in the pectoral region, but Amanda needed no
compensation.
She was braless, as was Sherrie, but whereas with Sherrie it made
little difference, Amanda was jiggling like a bowl of Jell-o on a
table in a storm-tossed boat. SHe was wearing a hot red cotton
blouse with a scoop neck, revealing the top third of her impres-
sive bosom, a pair of skin-tight Guess jeans, and a pair of
five-inch white pumps. The impression she exuded was one of a
buzz-saw sexuality.
Needless to say, they both were served on the strength of
Amanda's impressive tits. The bartender/bouncer, realizing that
they were underage, put them in an obscure corner in the back,
but not so far back so as to hide Amanda's assets. Hell, she'd
bring in more tonight than the fine would be. So they drank.
The amateur strip-show got underway about six. The first few
contestants were generally lackluster, obviously sorority girls
on a dare. They threw off as much sexual energy as a luncheon
with your maiden aunt, and left the stage somewhat sullenly, to
the accompaniment of a little scattered applause.
Then came a couple of guys. The best was an electrician with
washboard abs, who stripped down to his tool belt. He got the
girls going, and even a few of the majority of males began to ap-
preciate his audacity, and began to clap him on. His performance
ended when a short redheaded girl with a fat ass chased him off
stage.
The next few girls were really quite good, bumping and grinding
with real desire. They got the mostly-guy crowd worked up to the
point where they even applauded the next male stripper, a body-
builder who ended his routine with an olive-oil-lubricated pose-
down.
After him came a black girl with a very generous ass, who kept
poking it in her audience's face. By this time, Amanda and Sher-
rie had consumed quite a lot of beer, and AManda didn't notice
the tingling in her breasts over the general glow. However, she
did notice that the top she was wearing seemed to keep wanting to
work its way out of her skirt. She kept tucking it back in, but
each time she did so, it seemed there was less shirt-tail avail-
able to anchor the top under her belt.
At this time, a particularly talentless contestant was making the
crowd quite restless, Some of the patrons sitting around Sherrie
and Amanda had taken notice of Amanda's spectacular curves, and
began to chant in chorus, "Red shirt! Red shirt!" Before long,
the whole bar was resounding with the call, "Red shirt! Red
shirt! Red shirt!"
"Amanda, I think they want you up on the stage.", whispered Sher-
rie conspiratorily. "Why don't you go on and give 'em a
thrill?"
Amanda staggered to her feet, and when she did so, the light from
the stage fell on her. When the crowd saw her working her way up
to the stage, they began to chant, "Tits!, Tits!, Tits!"
When Amanda climbed onstage, she saw that her breasts had grown
to the point where the top had pulled completely away from her
skirt, and was now exposing her navel. The music started and
Amanda began to dance slowly. The crowd howled with delight.
Amanda felt a surge of raw power as she realized that the crowd
was entirely in her control. She caused ripples through the
crowd by moving from one side to the other, as people shifted to
keep their view.
"Ohmigod!", shouted a man in the front, "Her tits are growing!
How does she do that?" Indeed, Amanda's already large breasts
had increased about thirty per cent in volume, practically two
cup sizes, since she had left the house. The front of her top
was billowing outward, and her nipples becoming more and more
prominent.
"Tits! Tits! Tits! Tits!", the crowd began to shout, as
Amanda's top swelled ever out and up, until it was only a halter
top, and the bottoms of her expanding breasts became visible
from beneath. By now, Amanda's tits had swolllen to the size of
twin basketballs, and her top was increasingly stretched as her
great mams continued to billow outward. The crowd, which had be-
come quiet in total surprise, began to shout, "Bust out! Bust
out! Bust out!"
Amanda's top began to rip under the arms from the increasing
strain of containing her bloated boobs, until finally, her tits
exploded through the top and into the light. Her breasts were
now the size of fully-inflated beach balls, and her areolae were
the size of cereal bowls. Amanda swung her now-giant tits from
side to side, noting with pride the wide arc her nipples drew
through the early evening air.
Unable to contain themselves further, the crowd began to applaud
loudly, and then to throw money. Amanda smiled and thanked them,
and tried to bend over to pick up the money, but her huge boobs
hit the floor when she bent over. The crowd then tried to rush
the stage, but fortunately, the bouncers had anticipated this
response, and held them back, albeit with great difficulty.
The manager sent the now-enlarged Amanda and a very aroused Sher-
rie back to the house in his own car. The girls had to sit in
back, because Amanda couldn't squeeze her oversized chest into
the front seat. She sat sideways in the back with sherrie rec-
lining back between her huge tits, resting her arms on the soft
fleshy pillows of Amanda's great breasts.
"Good Lord,", exclaimed Sherrie, "you sure got ** big **. If I
wasn't so hot, I'd be jealous as hell." Amanda smiled proudly.
The driver dropped them off in the back, and they found the beach
house still deserted. Amanda and Sherrie ran upstairs into one
of the bedrooms, and Sherrie spent the next couple of hours in-
specting Amanda's new acquisitions until the two of them fell
asleep, Sherrie with her arms wrapped around her friend's huge
left tit.
Amanda woke up with a sense of increasing pressure in her enor-
mous boobs. Also, the bed felt wet where her breasts had been
resting on either side of her body. she got up off the bed, and
heard a drip, drip, drip as if drops of water were hitting the
floor. She heard two girls' voices downstairs, and, seeing that
Sherrie wasn't in bed next to her, went in search of her.
Stepping out into the hall, she heard Sherrie's voice relating
the night's happenings. Every once in a while, another voice ex-
pressed her disbelief. As Amanda descended the staircase, she
saw Sherrie and Marsha huddled together on the sofa. She also
saw the cause of the now-unpleasant felling of pressure in her
mammoth tits. She was full of milk, and it was leaking onto the
floor.
Marsha's mouth dropped in astonishment as she saw the mega-titted
girl moving slowly towards them. "There! Didn't I tell you?",
gloated Sherrie.
"Please!", pleaded Amanda, sitting at the foot of the stairs,
"Suck my giant tits. They're so full of milk, I think they're
going to burst." Sherrie lept to her feet, pulled one plump
four-inch-long nipple into her mouth, and began sucking vigorous-
ly. Amanda felt relief as her milk surged out of her vast tit
into Sherrie's greedy mouth. Incited by Sherrie's example, Mar-
sha began sucking Amanda's other tit.
Amanda shuddered with relief as her friends drained her giant
breasts of the bothersome milk. They drank and drank, rested,
and drank some more. Then they retired to the bedroom, where
Amanda's amazingly productive mammaries produced even more milk,
to their delight. Hours later, full and warm, the Sherrie and
Marsha fell asleep like contented little kittens.
************
Blair moved carefully out into the living room, leaving her moth-
er and grandmother in bed dreaming their contented milk-dreams.
The lights were ablaze, and to her surprise, there were two beau-
tiful blonde women, with breasts not much smaller than hers,
standing in the middle of the room. The shorter one was carrying
a bundle of clothes, including a perfectly cavernous bra that
looked like it could be used as a catapult for watermelons.
"Hello, Blair,", said the taller woman, "You've turned into a
pretty special girl, haven't you?"
Blair rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Who are you?"
"Friends, but more importantly, equals.", replied the shorter
woman. "here,", she continued, "put these on. You'll find they
fit pretty well."
Blair bent over to put her massive breasts into the huge bra.
Each cup could carry a week's groceries, she thought with not a
little pride. Then, she put on the light summer blouse, which
would have completely engulfed a lesser woman, but which was very
becoming on Blair.
"Come with us.", commanded the tall woman. There wasn't the hint
of the possibilty of disobedience in her voice. The three of
them went out of the apartment, and into the night.
*************
Amanda woke up to see the old waning moon rising over the ocean.
It was about three am, and Amanda stared out over the beach. She
saw a woman's form appear walking towards her. With a shock al-
most electric in its intensity, Amanda saw that the woman on the
beach had breasts almost as large as her own, and had stopped op-
posite the window, and was looking in her direction.
Thinking it was Blair, Amanda stole out the front door out onto
the beach. As she approached the woman, she saw that it wasn't
Blair, but a taller, slender woman with dark, maybe dark red
hair, and freckles.
"Hello, Amanda honey", the woman greeted her.
"Who are you?", asked Amanda suspiciously.
"You can call me Julie.", she replied. "I'm a friend, and as you
can tell, someone who has had an experience like your own. Your
sister has been kidnapped by a dangerous, ruthless woman, and I
need your help. Will you come with me?"
Amanda felt she should refuse, but found herself nodding her
head. "Good!", the woman said. "Come with me. I have a car
waiting, and I have some clothes specially made for special girls
like ourselves."
She put her arm around Amanda's naked shoulder, and guided her
off the beach to the waiting car.
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Subject: DR. HOOTERS (Breast Saga 7/7)
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Amanda woke up several times that first morning, thinking someone
had gotten into bed with her. She reached out, expecting to find
her sister, and touched the vast bulk of one of her hugely swol-
len breasts. It was surprising that anything so large should be-
long to her. She found that the only comfortable way to sleep
was on her back, with her two monstrous tits on either side of
her like two Dalmatians.
Once, she turned over in her sleep, and her mighty tits had
pulled all the sheets and bedspreads over to that side of the
bed, leaving her exposed and shivering in the air conditioning.
When Amanda awoke, it was late in the morning, and the hot sun
was pouring in through the east window. There was no sign of the
red-headed lady who had brought her here last night. She crawled
out of bed, half-dragging her huge recently-enlarged breasts.
Standing up, she saw they made an impressive display indeed.
They were about five to seven times larger than they were before,
covering her upper body from her neck to her navel, and standing
out about two and a half feet from her chest.
Yet, despite their impressive bulk and girth, they were remark-
ably firm and well-shaped, almost conical, and capped with beau-
tiful well-defined dark areolae and plump nipples the size of a
man's thumb. Amanda swung them from side to side and watched
them in a mirror near the bed. They were huge!! She turned her
back to the mirror and looked over her shoulders. There they
were, about two-thirds of her new tit-flesh was visible on either
side of her chest.
Hearing a door open behind her, Amanda grabbed the bedsheet and
threw it over her mammoth breasts. It didn't help much. She
pulled it to her chin, and her voluptuous curves were plainly
visible in the contours of the sheets. The door opened, and a
young boy walked in the door. Amanda gasped with the shock of
recognition. The boy put some clothes in a chair by the bed and
looked up at Amanda.
"You look kinda familiar, lady,", said the boy, staring at Aman-
da.
Amanda instinctively pulled the sheet closer to herself, which of
course made her generous endowments even more obvious. "I know
you, too,", she replied, "You're Scott Bassham, aren't you?"
"Yeah,", replied Scott, with a suspicious tinge in his voice,
"but where do I know you from?"
No sense in hiding the obvious, thought Amanda. Besides, Scott
and she had always gotten along, even before her enlargement. "I
know I've changed a lot since the last time I saw you, Scott, but
I'm Amanda Quinteros, from school. I used to sit behind you in
Ms. Suarez' class."
Scott's jaw flew open with amazement. "Too-Tall Quinteros! I
remember you now. Right before school got out, you grew up kinda
fast. He picked up a great hammock-like bra up off the chair.
Each cup looked like a dome tent. "Is this for you, then?", he
asked incredulously.
Amanda laughed, and threw down her sheet. When Scotty saw her
enormous breasts hovering just inches off the bed, he gasped with
surprise. "It must be for me,", answered Amanda, "I can't think
of any other girl that could handle a bra that size."
Amanda took the bra from him, placed it on the floor, cups point-
ing down, then leaned over, filling the great cavernous cups with
her gigantic tits. She pulled the straps up to her shoulders,
then, with a great heave, she stood upright. "Whew!", she ex-
claimed, "that's a lot more work than it used to be!" She turned
to Scotty, who was frozen immobile in disbelief, staring at his
classmate. "Help me with the clasps in the back, would you,
Scotty?", she implored, smiling sweetly.
Scotty moved around behind Amanda. The back strap of Amanda's
huge bra covered most of her slender back, and it had sixteen
snaps. Amanda played with the tops and sides of her mighty
boobs, wondering and rejoicing in their sheer size and girth. "I
got pretty big since the last time you seen me, huh Scotty?", she
taunted, "I wonder how big I am now."
She turned and faced Scotty, Her monumental breasts covering more
than half the distance between them. She began to walk slowly
towards him, and he retreated steadily as she advanced. "Where's
the woman who brought me here last night?", she demanded. "I
don't think I want to stay."
"That would be my Aunt Julie,", responded Scotty with real fear,
"She told me to watch you while she went to town for something."
Amanda laughed, and her huge tits shook. "**You** watch me?
Scotty, I weigh three times what you weigh. Hell, I bet one of
my tits outweighs your whole body. I could crush you like a bee-
tle between them. Now tell me where your Aunt Julie is!"
"Right behind you!", shouted a voice. Amanda wasn't able to turn
quickly enough to see where the voice was coming form, when she
felt the prick of a needle enter her flesh. Suddenly, it seemed
like a layer of warm cotton intruded between her and the rest of
the world, and her head went all soft and hazy, and she collapsed
on the ground.
"Damn, I didn't want to sedate her!", exclaimed the thin red-
headed woman, "Never know what effects it'll have on her..." She
paused. "Help me get her on the bed, Scotty." The two of them
grunted and groaned for a while, until they got Amanda's prone
form back onto the bed.
"Wow, she's got big titties, Aunt Julie, doesn't she?", asked
Scotty, wiping his hands on his pants. "She was in my class at
school, so she can't be but a year or so older than me, if that.
So how'd she get so big?"
Julie grabbed Scotty's shoulder. "She's been exposed to a very
powerful chemical, Scotty, one that she can produce herself,
with a little help from your Aunt Julie.", she replied. Scotty
looked down at Amanda, thinking it must have been a powerful
chemical indeed to transform a slender little girl into this
titanically-endowed woman in such a short time.
Julie looked down at Amanda's sleeping form. She turned to Scot-
ty. "You know what do do when she wakes up, don't you, Scotty?"
Scotty nodded. "Well, then, if she's not going to cooperate,
we'll just take her clothes off.", Julie added, removing Amanda's
big bra. "Cows don't need clothes, anyway."
**********************
Amanda woke to find she was naked again. Her huge breasts cut
off most of her field of vision, but she noticed that they were
glistening, as if they were wet. She felt a small hand massaging
her vast left breast, and where it touched, she felt rays of
warmth and pleasure radiating outward until it was absorbed into
a general good-feeling that pervaded her whole body.
She sat up and saw Scotty rubbing a creme from a large brown jar
onto the great orb of her massive left breast. As Scotty rubbed
it into her tit, she felt stabs of pleasure and warmth run from
the point of contact to deep within her, to the inside of her
thighs. "Oh, Scotty,", she purred, "That feels so good. Keep
rubbing. Keep that up!"
She saw that her tits drank the creme up like a sponge absorbing
water, and as they did, a general glow of well-being and content-
ment spread from her vast breasts to the rest of her body. She
stretched like a great cat, and reached up over the tops of her
huge mams to massage the plump nipples atop them. Soon, Scotty
stopped his ministrations, but the golden glow continued long
after he departed, and Amanda usually brought herself to a thun-
derous climax massaging her breasts, nipples,and pussy.
Scotty returned three times daily, at breakfast, at two, and at
ten o'clock in the evening for an additional breast massage.
After a while, day passed on into golden day as Amanda rose, ate,
and had her breasts massaged, and rested. She began to forget
her sister, her mother and grandmother, Marty and Sherrie, every-
one except Scotty and his wonderful, beloved cream.
Between the morning and the afternoon massage, she was encouraged
to relax out by the pool. Amanda didn't find it odd that the
pool was empty. She stretch- ed out in a lawn chair, her mighty
tits overflowing on either side, toasting to a deep golden brown.
After the afternoon massage, Amanda and Scotty would often play
on the lawn beside the pool. Sometimes they would play croquet,
at which Scotty had a definite advantage, since Amanda had a hard
time seeing the ball or swinging a mallet. They evolved a game
called tit-ball, in which Scotty would toss a volleyball, and
Amanda would butt it with her massive orbs.
But far and away, Amanda's and Scotty's favorite playthings were
Amanda's own gigantic breasts. Amanda would lie face-upon the
ground, and allow Scotty to straddle them with his legs. Then
Amanda would attempt to dislodge him by bucking and swinging.
Sometimes, she would lie on her side, and allow her massive tits
to form two walls of flesh between Scotty, who would throw a
blanket over them to form a titty-fort.
Scotty liked playing titty-beanbag, where Amanda would lie face-
up on the ground, and he would take a flying leap onto the great,
soft, cushions of her massive hooters. Sometimes, they would
play titty-slap, where he would run at her full speed, and she
would send him flying through the air slapping him broadside with
her great meaty mounds. Scotty had to admit, no other girl was
ever as much fun to play with as Amanda was. The cream kept her
in a pleasant, agreeable mood, and her huge tits were a constant
source of amusement to them both.
She was truly a unique playmate.
One day, after the morning massage, Amanda was sunning herself
beside the empty pool when she felt herself stretching somewhat.
She felt her great breasts. They felt heavy and full. When she
stood up, she saw that her tits, which ordinarily hung to her
navel, were now hanging to just above her waist. She tried to
grasp her nipple, but found that her breasts had swollen past the
point were this was possible. She watched entranced as they
swelled further to the top of her bush.
"Scotty!", she called, "Scotty, come quick! I'm growing!"
By the time Scotty arrived, Amanda's breasts had hidden her en-
tire upper body behind their gargantuan bulk, and the nipples
stood out about four and a half feet from her body. They were
erect, about six inches long, and surrounded by dark areolae the
size of paper plates. She swung them carefully from side to
side, watching them heave and shake with the effort. "Scotty!
I'm huge! Look at the size of my tits!"
Scotty moved her over to beside the pool. "Stand over here!", he
commanded. Amanda's huge and swelling breasts made movement dif-
ficult, not only because of their ponderous weight and girth, but
because they were already flapping against the tops of Amanda's
thighs. Scott stared in amazement as Amanda's tits ballooned be-
fore his very eyes. Already, they were halfway to her knees.
Amanda whimpered. "I can't, I can't stand up, Scotty", she said.
She fell forward, bouncing on the huge, sofa-sized cushions of
her enormous breasts. Scotty began pulling on her gigantic nip-
ples, to make sure they weren't pressed against the ground. With
a mighty effort, he pulled each one clear and pushed on Amanda's
huge and swelling mounds until both erect, swollen nipples, now
each of them longer than a ruler and too thick to grab with one
hand, were projecting over the pool.
He could just barely see Amanda's head protruding over the tops
of her now- refrigerator-sized breasts. Her tiny little hands
were clutching at the tops of her rapidly expanding mounds.
Scotty ran around behind her, and helped her avoid slipping into
the canyon between her tits, and so being crushed to death by her
own megatherian mammaries. Amanda's tits were now taller than
she herself was, and each of them was about the size of a
Volkswagen.
"My God!", Amanda exclaimed, "Am I ever gonna stop growing? What
am I gonna do? Put 'em on a flatbed truck? And oh God they feel
so full!!"
Amanda had noticed the difference between this expansion and the
others she had undergone. The others had been pleasant, almost
sexual in the amount of pleasure she experienced. This time, she
merely felt herself swelling, as if her bladder, when filling up
with piss, expanded instead of aching. Eventually, Amanda
was lifted clear off the ground by the rising girth of her mam-
moth boobs. The rest of her body dangled in mid-air, a
powerless appendage to her great swelling boobs. Scotty, more
than a liitle scared, ran to get a ladder.
When he got back, what he saw amazed him. Amanda had stopped
growing, but the huge bulk of her great mams filled the whole
back yard between the pool and the back wall. Amanda herself
dangled in mid-air at about the height of a second story window.
Scotty propped the ladder against one massive tit, looming like a
hill of flesh over his head, and wiggled it around so that Amanda
could stand on it, supporting herself.
Walking around to the front of Amanda's wall of tit, he saw that
her breasts projected about halfway over the pool. Her areolae
were the size of satellite dishes, and from the tips of her huge,
erect nipples, each one considerably larger than Scotty himself,
a white fluid dripped leaking into the pool.
Standing on the ladder, Amanda surveyed the expanse of the tops
of her trailer- sized tits. Damn, she thought, you could have a
garden party on top of these howzas. She had increased about a
hundred-fold in a few short minutes, and her breasts were now
many, many times larger than the rest of her put together.
If they weighed all the tits in Dade County, and came up with a
gross tonnage of tit-flesh, these twin monsters probably would
account for sixty per- cent of the total, she thought with some
pride.
Yet, despite their incredible size, her newly enlarged, house-
sized tits were sensitive; she felt every blade of grass crushed
beneath them, the rough rasp of the poolside concrete, the cool
freshness of the breezes passing over them. When birds landed on
them, Amanda watched as they hopped around, bouncing lightly on
her pliant tit-flesh.
She also felt the pressure building. Now that her titties had
stopped growing, the fluid building inside began to put pressure
on her nipples, like a wall of water building up behind a dam.
It builds and builds, and seeks an outlet...
Amanda felt something 'give' at the tips of her giant breasts.
"Look out below!", she warned, "Here it comes", as twin geysers
of milk erupted from the twin volcanoes of her great tits and
washed into the pool.
Scotty watched as the milk gushed out of Amanda's tits into the
pool. It was just like his Aunt Julie had told him. She would
probably fill the pool.
As they emptied, Amanda's tits began to diminish. Soon she was
able to back down the ladder, rung by rung, until she stood
sqaurely on the ground. The pool was nearly full when she stood
at the edge and shook the last few drops off the tips of her
still-erect nipples.
Her breasts had survived the ordeal, but they were somewhat
larger now than before. They were still firm and high, but they
now came down to Amanda's waist, and were the size of large plump
pumpkins. The nipples were even more prominent than before, and
as Amanda waited, they didn't relax but remained erect. Amanda
found that she could stand upright and walk again.
Scotty came towards her with the jar of creme in his hands, but
Amanda motion- ed him to stay away. "Let me recover, Scotty,",
she begged him, "I've been through a lot."
Later that night, Amanda saw Scotty bent over the pool as if he
was filling up some containers, or pouring something in. She
came up behind him, but, forgetting about the extra tit growth
that had occured since that afternoon, she inadvertently bumped
him, and knocked him into the pool. He immediately sank out of
sight into the opaque whiteness.
"Scotty!", screamed Amanda, "Are you all right?" Scotty broke
surface and gasped. "Strange,", he exclaimed, "I'm touching bot-
tom. I never could touch bottom here before. Then Amanda no-
ticed that whereas before, only his head came up out of the milk,
now his head and his shoulders were visible. Amanda shrieked.
"Scotty! You're growing!"
Scotty was indeed growing. His whole torso was now visible above
the milk-line and his chest, arms and shoulders could be seen
heavily-muscled through the rents in the boy's T-shirt he had
been wearing. "Help me out, Amanda!", he shouted.
Amanda couldn't reach her hand out past her huge tits, so she
merely thrust them out towards Scotty. "Grab ahold of the nip-
ples, Scotty. I'll pull you out."
Scotty did so, and Amanda leaned back, hoisting him clear of the
pool and dropping him on the ground beside him. Scotty had
literally bust his britches, as his child's blue jeans could no
longer contain the man he was becoming. as his child's blue je-
ans could no longer contain the man he was becoming.
Amanda watched admiringly as Scotty burst through the last meager
fragments of his clothes and stood naked in the cold air. He was
about seven foot three, and close to three hundred pounds of
solid, masculine muscle, covered with a fine blonde hair that was
especially thick on his chest, under his arms and...
"**I** can", Amanda rejoined, "Look at what happened to me. Be-
sides, I know a game we can play with him. It's a lot more fun
that the other games we've been playing." She reached out and
grabbed Scotty's newly sprouted prong and shoved it between her
great meaty mounds, and began massaging it with her huge tits,
pressing them together with her hands over Scotty's big new dick.
Scotty moaned with delight. "That feels so **good**!", he gasped.
"Of course it feels good, silly,", rejoined Amanda, "Now you're
big, just like me, and everything feels good." She began to run
her tongue along the head of Scotty's dick where it emerged from
its titty-prison. Scotty moaned deeply, and began thrusting with
his hips against Amanda's huge breasts.
"That's it, Scotty,", Amanda encouraged, "That's it. Fuck my
big, big tits with your big cock. Now that we're so big, doesn't
it feel good?"
Scotty began to feel a tremendous surge of masterfulness and
power as he thrust his huge bone deep into Amanda's huge boobs.
If this was "being big" as Amanda put it, he was all for it. He
redoubled his efforts, and was soon rewarded by a thunderous dou-
ble orgasm, as both he and Amanda convulsed in mutual pleasure
and delight. His huge cock spit cum all over Amanda's chest, but
she merely smiled and rubbed it into her tits until it was all
absorbed. "THat's much better than that silly cream of yours.",
she cooed.
that night, they cuddled together in Amanda's apartment by the
pool, Scotty nestling his head between Amanda's huge breasts.
They slept like two contented young animals, until Amanda was
awakened by the noise of someone out by the pool.
Amanda snuck to the window and peered out. It was the red-headed
woman, but she was thin and wasted-looking, and she didn't have
any breasts at all. She was pouring a bucket of some kind of
liquid into the pool. Amanda watched as the woman pulled out a
syringe and injected herself, then dove into the pool.
The first time the woman surfaced, Amanda saw that she had grown
some breasts. About a B-cup, Amanda figured, like she had grown
way back in the grade school. The woman dove in again, and em-
erged with a decent-sized set between a C- and a D-cup. She dove
under again, staying under for a good amount of time, and when
she came up for air, Amanda could see that she was pretty stacked
now.
Then Amanda saw the milk level begin to drop in the pool, as
though the red- heaed woman was absorbing the milk into her own
body. As the milk level dropped, the red-headed woman's breasts
grew, until the pool was empty, and the woman's breasts weren't
much smaller than Amanda's own. "At last, at last", she heard
the woman shout.
Then Amanda saw an amazing thing. The red-headed woman clutched
her newly- swollen breasts and began massaging them savagely. As
she did so, her body ignited, and began giving off a golden glow,
illuminating the poolside. The Red-headed woman laughed wicked-
ly, lifted one giant breast to her mouth and began sucking furi-
ously on her own nipple.
As the woman came closer and closer to climax, the glow exhuding
from her body became brighter and brighter, until she collapsed
into the pool, and disappeared. Amanda watched as the glow reig-
nited, even brighter, and the red-headed woman stood up. Amanda
watched slack-jawed as she slowly increased in height. Her
shoulders and arms broadened, and became thickly muscled. Amanda
watched as massive pectorals formed underneath the woman's giant
breasts.
As the woman grew, great cable-like muscles began to stand out on
her thighs, and her calf muscles looked like ripe avocados under-
neath her skin. The woman appeared to be about seven feet tall,
and her torso continued to stretch out. Then four additional
breasts sprouted, two underneath her great, recently- enlarged
original tits, and two more underneath them. Amanda watched as
the woman's four extra breasts grew and swelled like watermelons
growing in a fast-action film. Finally, they grew until they
were the same massive size as her original breasts.
The huge, six-breasted woman stepped out of the pool. She was
brighter than a full moon, and cast shadows all over the pool-
side. She touched each of her six huge breasts, pinching the
plump nipples, then she laughed again. She flexed her massively
muscled arms, the impressive biceps standing out like ripe gra-
pefruit. "The power, the power!", Amanda heard her exclaim.
The glowing woman extended her arms, and bolts of power shot from
the tips of her fingers, igniting a tree in the yard next door.
Then Amanda heard a deafening crash, and a flash of golden light.
When she lifted her head, the glowing woman was gone. She heard
sirens in the distance, growing louder.
Scotty stirred in his sleep. "What was that?", he murmured grog-
gily.
Amanda shook him fully awake. "Scotty, we gotta get the hell
outta here.", she told him, "and quick!!"
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