Once again we, dear reader, are to visit the small backwater hidden in the wastes of the Nevada desert where mystical, almost magical changes lie only a gulp away. With a taste, sweet, like no other spring water on the planet, it contains a quickly evaporating elixir that does miraculous things to libidos, sex drives and bustlines. Cheryl and Dianne had before never heard of 'Hooterville', unlike you and I fellow reader. This tale recounts their first trip to and our:

RETURN TO SWEETWATER.

by Noble-Sword.

2000

Fictional location and some characters based upon the original short story Hooterville by Jack Newman, published in the May 1998 issue of Score Magazine,


It was late afternoon. The two young women were sitting on the side of Nevada Highway 6. They were from northern climes and were enjoying some time away from the ice, snow and cold of home. They had managed to scrape together better than three weeks between the fall and winter semesters to tour the American Southwest during the deserts cooler winter months. The day was warm, for a January day in Nevada and the mid-afternoon sun shone brightly through the cloudless sky. The twenty-one-year-olds were dressed similarly in hiking boots, blue jean cut offs and loose fitting cotton blouses. Each was sitting on their large backpacks. They had been hiking through Yosemite National Park and had decided to try hitchhiking the approximately 325 miles from the park to Las Vegas to catch their flight home. The hitchhiking had been very good so far and they had not had to wait in any one spot for more than thirty minuets – except here. They had not moved from this spot for over two hours. There was not much of anything around at all. The last ride they had received had terminated at this middle-of-nowhere intersection. Since then they had seen only five vehicles traveling their way, none of which had even slowed down.

A small thin cloud of dust appeared on the horizon. They slowly climbed to their feet. The thin cloud grew larger. They extended their right arms, fists clenched, thumbs extended and waited. The beat-up royal blue '86 S10 pick-up truck rolled to a stop directly along side of them without leaving the roadway. Dust devils swept past them and the truck. The driver, a man about thirty-five with about two days of stubble on his face leaned over the passenger side bucket seat and cranked down the window. “Where ya' headed?” he asked. Cheryl, the dirty blond said, “Eventually to 'Vegas. How far are you going?” “To a little place about two hours down the road, just off Highway 6, called 'Sweetwater'. You'll never make it to 'Vegas today, but I can give ya' a lift into Sweetwater. Y'all can stay the night in the motel and start out fresh from there in the mornin'. By the way, the name's Roy.” “I'm Cheryl and this is Dianne. We'll go with you until you turn off of the highway and we'll ride together in the back, if you don't mind.” Since there was only one other seat in the cab of the truck, Cheryl figured it would be safer if the girls rode together, and that meant in the back. “Hop in and let's go!” Roy prompted. The girls picked up their packs, slung them into the bed of the small truck and then they too jumped up into the truck. Roy had opened the sliding window in the rear of the cab and started an amiable conversation with them. The miles swept by.

Cheryl lay curled in a corner of the truck bed sleeping when Dianne leaned into the cab and whispered to Roy. Gently he eased the pick-up onto the shoulder of the highway and brought it to a halt. He turned off the engine, got out and jumped into the bed of the truck with the two women. Cheryl was still sleeping. Dianne had already removed her blouse and lay reclined against her pack at the back of the truck bed. Roy admired her softball-sized breasts jutting invitingly towards him, trussed up in a lacy open topped brassiere. She leaned forward and pulled him towards her. He lay on his side and a hand reached up to cup one of her breasts. Deftly, in a single motion, he extracted her plump chest meat from the restraining harness and massaged the nipple, which immediately engorged. He was very masterful and before she had realized it, he had unhitched the clasp at the front of the bra and her boobs were now free. He dove into the cleavage and licked, kissed and nibbled at the breasts, paying particular attention to the fat nipples. The beginnings of his beard scratched at her soft flesh. While enjoying the attention, Dianne had no trouble unzipping Roy's pants. He stopped momentarily from the task at hand to help her take off both his and her pants and undergarments. His penis stood erect. Dianne negotiated herself into a position to accept his manmeat and with the same urgency she felt, he impaled her with it. Soon the small truck was rocking side to side as he hammered into her with animal like lust. She fought his every thrust with one of her own. His grunting was matched with her moans. Cheryl, awakened by the noise and the rocking of the truck, gathering her bearings at about the same time as Dianne shrieked out in orgasmic ecstasy. Not wanting to be left out, she stripped, As she disrobed, Cheryl watched Roy continue his pounding into Dianne, his hands mauling her firm tit flesh, pushing Dianne into further orgasms. Roy withdrew from the spent Dianne and crawled to the now spread-eagle Cheryl. “Skip the foreplay. The X-rated dream I was having and the sight of you two has me all ready. All I need is a pounding from you and that dick of yours,” she said. He lined up his cock with her wet hole and with her help, plugged her gash with it. He immediately resumed his rutting, now with Cheryl, at the same rate that he had been putting the blocks to Dianne. Cheryl did not take long to be pushed over the same orgasmic ledge that Dianne had just fallen from. She moaned in ecstasy.

Dianne had been watching Roy and Cheryl and had become hot again. She nudged her way into the twosome to make it a threesome. Roy withdrew from Cheryl and he lay on his back, his rod pointing upward invitingly. Dianne mounted the pole and sighed as she buried Roy's prick deep into her love canal. She began to rock herself to ecstasy again. Cheryl parked herself, pussy over his mouth. He worked at her engorged clit with a savage ferocity and Cheryl moved closer and closer to orgasm again. Dianne bucked on the rigid rail and her breathing become more and more ragged. Roy had both of his hands clamped on Dianne's dugs, tweaking, pulling and rolling the pebble like nipples. Dianne hollered like a banshee as she was gripped by orgasm again and again. Her pace slowed as the crescendo passed. Cheryl gave an inquiring look to Dianne. With a nod, the unspoken information had passed from Dianne to Cheryl. 'He's still as hard as a rock!' Dianne rose from her haunches and Roy's still steeled rod came into view. Cheryl's eyes widened. Quickly she took over where Dianne had left off. Her slick hole was soon filled and she too began to rock herself to orgasm. Roy gripped her ass tightly and urged her to the ecstasy. Cheryl began to whimper, tears filled her eyes as her frame wracked and shuddered with each release of a series of orgasms. Completely spent she collapsed on Roy, gasping for breath. Exhausted, she rolled off of Roy and lay on her back, eyes closed, knees up, legs still spread. Dianne's eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. Roy was still rigid and rock hard.

Roy indicated to Dianne and nodded in Cheryl's direction. Dianne nodded back and she leaned over and sucked up Cheryl's left nipple, just as Roy reentered Cheryl. Now there was no stopping him. At a stroke rate that Cheryl had never experienced before, Roy unmercifully pounded into her. She screamed in ecstasy as Roy pushed her over the orgasmic edge. Finally Roy grunted the final grunts of ejaculation ecstasy and he filled Cheryl with his seed.

Their immediate sexual appetites sated, the girls made a game of dressing Roy. The results of the eroticism of the game surprised the two women as Roy began to stiffen to his former glory. Cheryl and Dianne could not believe it. Reluctantly they resisted the urge to strip and be poked by Roy again. Soon they were on their way again.

Cheryl and Dianne huddled in the lee of the cab and discussed their plans. Both agreed that Roy was a remarkable find. A man who could please not one but two women and still have enough starch in his member to be ready to go again was one which they would have to pursue. They decided that they would go into Sweetwater with Roy in a hopeful attempt to be able to spend a night of gratuitous sex with this sex machine in surroundings more comfortable than the bed of a truck. “Roy,” Cheryl called into the cab, “we've decided to go into Sweetwater with you. Roy smiled and replied, “I know you'll enjoy yourselves in our little town.”

A little over an hour later the truck turned off the highway onto a narrow but well-worn dirt surface road. The dust plume was huge as the truck sped along the road. After about fifteen minutes, the distance they had traveled off of the highway was beginning to concern the girls. “Roy, you said it was just off the highway. How much farther?” Dianne, the brunette asked. Roy pointed to a sign that was rapidly approaching. “Five miles.” he said. Sure enough the sign said the distance was five miles, but the sign had been vandalized. 'Sweetwater' had been crudely obliterated by spray paint that read 'Hooterville'. “We locals actually call this place 'Hooterville',” Roy continued, “but the State maintains that the village name is 'Sweetwater', so we only call it Sweetwater when we're out of the village, 'cause no-one'd be able to find it otherwise.” He smiled a crooked knowing smile. Every couple a' years, some yahoo from the State comes around and puts up a new sign. Within hours of him leavin' town, the sign gets 'corrected', as you jes seen.

The dirt road gave way to asphalt as they passed another similarly vandalized sign, denoting the town limit, with the population claimed to be 'Pop. 828'. The town was not unlike any small community. A gas station, banks, two small schools, a few shops, three churches, town hall with police station and jail attached and six restaurants, all surprisingly advertising 24-hour take-out service. It was the dinner hour and the girls were hungry. Roy stopped two blocks down Main Street in front of 'Dale's Diner'. Cheryl and Dianne grabbed their packs and hopped out. “Thanks for the ride. Roy.” they echoed together, both giving him a wink. He waved. “See ya' later.” and the tires of the truck bit into the gravel of the roadside and the truck sped away.

The small restaurant had three couples and a family of four already seated and in various stages of having their meals completed. The blond waitress was walking away from them and towards the family seated in a booth at the back. “Y'all can sit here and I'll be with ya' in a jiffy.” she said, over her shoulder and she indicated towards a table for two. The two newcomers walked to the indicated table, which looked out of the plate glass front window. Sitting across from each other, Cheryl sat facing the back of the diner and the family, while Dianne faced the three couples. The table was nicely set and two large glasses of iced water beckoned them. Two hours in the wind-blown, dusty bed of a truck had made both Cheryl and Dianne extremely thirsty. The water disappeared quickly. Cheryl's gaze followed the waitress, serving the father of the family with the sales slip, her back still towards them. Cheryl thought that the rigors of the job, especially spending the day running from table to table must have kept the waitress in reasonably good physical shape. Her calves were obviously muscular and that carried on up to her thighs, which disappeared into the mid-thigh length skirt she was wearing. Her hips were slender, however her tush was femininely padded and well shaped.

By all initial appearances, everything seemed normal about the family. But there was something that she couldn't put her finger on. They seemed normal enough. Two parents and two teen daughters. She guessed the ages of the parents to be late thirties, early fourties and the teens to be about sixteen and fourteen. The father finished signing the credit card sales slip and the waitress took the paper. The family got to their feet and moved past Cheryl and Dianne's table. Then it clicked in what was unusual. Boobs! Big boobs! All three, the mother and her daughters! The attractive mother had huge … tits! Cheryl couldn't describe them any other way. But then so did the daughters! How could those so young get …tits … so big? But now, as they passed the table they did not seen as young as she first had figured, not that it mattered. The youngest had the smallest set of the three, but they had to be what – Double D? Triple D? Grapefruit large - big none-the-less, straining bralessly against her T-shirt, like her mother and older sister. Her older sister was even bigger and their mother – positively huge! Cheryl couldn't even fathom a cup size since she had never before seen any breast that big. There seemed to be no doubt that the teen 'tits' would grow to be at least as large as their mother's, once puberty had finished with them. Cheryl felt perspiration beading on her forehead.

The waitress appeared at their table with a jug of ice water and refilled their glasses. Cheryl looked her directly in the face. She appeared to be in her late twenties. Cheryl quickly glanced downward. Her nametag read 'Jessica'. Cheryl did a double take. Jessica's breasts were enormous, larger than those of the mother who had just left, each breast straining bralessly at the fabric of her blouse, her cleavage deep and dark. “Sorry about to the delay.” she said giving them each a menu. “Take your time and just holler when you're ready ta' order!” She left them and returned to the table that the family had just vacated and started to buss the table. 'Doesn't anyone wear brassieres in this burg?' Cheryl thought to herself.

Cheryl and Dianne finished another glass of water while they perused the menu. Cheryl quickly decided what she wanted and put down her menu, while Dianne remained undecided and still had her nose buried in the menu, reading everything. Cheryl refilled their glasses. The pitcher was now empty. She looked up for the waitress to refill the jug, but Jessica had already finished with the other table and was no longer at the back of the diner. Cheryl turned in her chair, still looking for the waitress. No Jessica in sight. She studied the three couples. All of the women had … tits! The varieties of tops were all strained in attempts to contain large, copious volumes of tit flesh. The spray painted signs came to her mind. 'Hooterville! Appropriate nickname considering the boobs on these chicks!' From what she had seen so far, her B cup size breasts appeared to be the smallest set in town, followed closely by Dianne's D cup sized breasts. Something wasn't right, or was it?

They ordered their meals and it came with another jug of iced water. They finished their dinners and the water and got up to pay at the cash. Jessica appeared from the kitchen and hustled her way to the cash, her voluminous boobs swaying with each step. Dianne seemed mesmerized by the motion. “I guess I've not been the best today. I leave ya' waitin' when ya' came in and now when yer leavin'. Shoulda got ya' at the table. Sorry.” Jessica gushed. “We hardly noticed.” Dianne said, smiling. Cheryl nodded. “Feel anything yet?” Jessica asked. Both Cheryl and Dianne exchanged puzzled looks and slowly shook their heads. “Feel what? What are we supposed to 'feel'?” Cheryl asked. “Yer tits growin'! No one in this town has tits smaller than a set 'o small cantaloupes and she's ashamed that they're so small. It's somethin' in the spring water that the village survives on. It makes 'em bigger. And fast too! The only time we ever see lady visitors travelin' alone - with out a man, I mean - through this burg is to get their little boobs to grow into big hooters!” She smiled a large toothy grin. “That's why we push the water at the tables. Some chicks can't wait, just like you two didn't wait. They come to the restaurant first thing and guzzle it by the gallon, just like you two did.” Jessica stated matter-of-factly. Dianne had a dumb look on her face. It was obvious to Cheryl that Dianne had not noticed the exploded bustlines on all of the girls and women that they'd seen in this village. Perhaps Dianne hadn't noticed because anywhere else in the world she, herself, would have been considered well endowed and as a result was not as conscious of her bust size as apple sized Cheryl was. Dianne's look prompted Jessica to ask “Ain't that why yer here?” “No? Thanks for the dinner.” was all Cheryl could say.

With their packs strapped to their backs, they walked the block and a half to the 'Hooterville Lodge' motel. The two were silent, lost in their own thoughts. There were no cars in the lot. They seemed to be the only guests. After paying in advance for the night, they quickly found their room. The room and the furniture were dated but clean and well kept. They each selected a bed and put their packs on them. Dianne made a comment about drinking too much water and disappeared into the bathroom. Cheryl undid her ponytail and let her dark blond hair fall free, cascading down to the middle of her back. She sat on the edge of her bed and started to make an attempt to read a pamphlet about 'Sweetwater' printed by the Chamber of Commerce and the Tourism Committee that she had picked up in the Motel lobby. What Jessica had said had puzzled her. It didn't make any sense. 'Growing tits – from the water? Ha! Not likely!' She heard the toilet flush and looked up as Dianne emerged from the washroom with only her panties and bra on. Dianne looked different. Her bust seemed … bigger? … fuller? 'Nah! It couldn't be.' Cheryl thought. 'I must be imagining it; all this stuff about growing boobs is making me think I'm seeing' growing boobs.' Dianne continued her conversation just where she had left off when the bathroom door had closed. “Jeez, that felt good, I didn't think I could've held it for another minute. All that water made me feel like I was gonna burst.” and she smiled a relieved smile towards Cheryl. Cheryl smiled back with a vacant smile. She was now watching Dianne's breasts as she walked past her. 'That's not all that looks like its bursting,' she thought. They appeared to be too big for the bra, with more than half of their volume overflowing the demi cups. 'What's the matter with me? I must have boobs on the brains.' Throwing the dusty shorts and shirt on the floor beside her bed, Dianne continued her one-sided conversation. “I think I'll unpack a little and then go for a walk and check out this place. Wanna come?” “Sure.” Cheryl acknowledged as she resumed her reading.

Dianne had her back to Cheryl while she unpacked her belongings. When she had finished basically dumping her stuff on the bed and rooting through it for a clean pants and top. She plopped her self down on the bed and pulled on her pants, standing back up to complete pulling then up. She picked up her hairbrush and gave her shoulder length hair a brush. Picking her shirt up she asked, “Ready to go?” Cheryl looked up and did a double take. Cheryl figured that Dianne's bust must have doubled in the fifteen minutes since they had arrived in the motel room. Her bosom overflowed the demi cups of the bra. Her breasts seemed immense white targets, her aureole completely exposed. Dianne seemed oblivious to the changes. “Dianne, if you're going out, I think that now you should go braless, 'cause the bra you're wearing is too small.” Dianne looked down. It was obvious from her expression that she was surprised. Her jaw dropped and so did the shirt and hairbrush. Her hands reached up and gave the enlarged hooters a squeeze, as if to confirm what her eyes saw. The expression on her face had not changed. Dianne fought to extract herself from the bra. Cheryl looked on in disbelief. If it had not been real, she was sure that she would have been laughing. Dianne had two melon size jugs protruding from her slender frame. They were firm, full and almost as round as a melon would be. Dianne caught her own reflection in the dresser mirror. She twisted her upper body to better appreciate the changes, still caressing, squeezing and massaging the bazooms. Cheryl noticed the look on Dianne's face change from shock to a smug look, with a glint of pleasure in her eyes.

Cheryl looked down at her own chest. No change that she could notice. She pulled the shirt away from herself. 'Same size. No changes!' Suddenly she didn't feel so well. Here she was, 'Miss Tiny Tits' in a town full of gigantic jugged women. She had not felt this self-conscious in years. She now felt like she had years ago, when she was in her early teens and her breasts were taking their own sweet time to fill out, while most of her friends, like Dianne, had two full reasons to were a bra. When, as a late bloomer she did flower, her flowers were B cup small. “All of a sudden, I'm not feeling so well, Di. You go out. I'm going to stay in.” Dianne said “OK.” and was having difficulty dragging herself away from the mirror. Cheryl, pitying herself and nauseated by Dianne's behavior, could stand it no more and retreated to the sanctuary of the bathroom. She started filling the bathtub, undressed and waited for the tub to fill. She ran the cold water in the sink and filled a glass. As she was drinking it, she noticed for the first time that there was in-fact a slight sweetness to the taste. She turned off the water flowing in to the tub and eased herself into the hot water. She critically appraised herself as she lay soaking. Her feet seemed a little too big for her liking, about a size and one half. Oh well. All of the walking and hiking during the past two and a half weeks had done wonders for legs and thighs, now very toned, tanned and muscular. Her pubic patch was small, lightly thatched and just a shade darker than the hair on her head. Her belly was flat and firm, not washboard-like, despite all her attempts to make it so. Her breasts, although small, were nicely shaped. She could go braless, and often did, and they would remain pert and upstanding. 'They may be small, but they are perky. I guess they're OK.' She thought. Then she recalled the display of tit flesh Dianne had flashed. They were huge hooters and they were pert and perky too. Jessica's seemed to be the same. And the other six girls and women in the diner too! All braless. All full, round and pert. No sagging! Even Roy had paid no attention to her breasts, either while he was visually appraising her and Dianne on the roadside when he had picked them up or when the two of them had been engaging in the old in-out. When she had awakened in the truck bed, she noted that while Roy had been pounding Dianne's puss, he had kept at least one hand on her boobs. 'He didn't even touch mine, if he even looked at them.' Again she didn't feel so well and her own breasts didn't seem as OK any more. 'Dianne may become unbearable with her new bigger tits.' she sulked to herself. 'I'm just too small, far too small! And this town doesn't help. This town really knows how to make you feel small.' she thought. 'Jessica said that it happened fast, which is exactly what happened to Dianne! What's wrong with me! Why aren't my breasts getting bigger … like everybody else's?. Maybe it won't work on me and I'll have to live with these … these …excuses for tiny tits … forever!' She looked down at her small breasts and cupped one in her hand. “Too small! Far too small!” she cried aloud in anguish. With these miserable thoughts on her mind, the large dinner filling her belly and the heat from the bath water draining her, she dozed off into a light sleep, a tear running down her cheek.

She wasn't sure how long she had been sleeping when she heard a knock on the bathroom door. Dianne entered the bathroom, undoing the buttons down the front of a new cotton blouse as she did. Standing beside the tub, she pulled the front of her blouse open to fully expose her breasts. Her tits were still bigger than the last time Cheryl had seen them. It seemed like a dream. “I came to see how you're doin'. I stopped growing about an hour ago, but I've never seen anything like it. I was growing by almost an inch every fifteen minutes – can you believe it! I could actually watch them getting bigger and bigger and bigger! Jessica measured me in the kitchen of the diner. Fourty-three inches! That makes me a double G cup now! I can't believe it.” Dianne was twisting her upper torso to show off her newly enlarged chest. It was then that Cheryl realized that this was not a dream - it was a nightmare. She looked at Dianne enviously, again starting to sink deeper into the tub and into self-pity. Unconsciously she cupped her own small breasts, almost as if to hide them. They didn't feel right. She looked down at her own breasts. They were almost the size of tennis balls! They had started to grow! She stood up too fast and almost lost her footing in the wet soapy tub. Water sloshed over the top of the bathtub. She regained her balance, grabbed a towel and hastily dried herself, dashing from the bathroom. Standing naked in front of the dresser mirror she looked at herself. “I gotta get a picture of this!” she said aloud to her reflection.

Cheryl dashed around like a woman possessed. She tore apart her backpack in much the same way that Dianne had 'unpacked'. She extracted her camera, tripod and a fist full of blank film. From one of the pockets she took out her travel sewing kit and withdrew a tailor's measuring tape. She added film to the camera and set it up on the tripod and adjusted the motel room clock radio to face the camera. She looked at the clock. 10:30, 'Still early.' she thought. “Stand there!” she ordered Dianne to stand in a particular spot in front of the camera. Dianne complied and quickly Cheryl focused the camera and set the timer. Stepping around the tripod legs she hurried to the spot where Dianne was standing. “Move!” Cheryl stood and faced the camera. There was a flash, click and whir. She unwound the measuring tape and measured her bustline. “Hope this works,” she muttered to herself. The camera took another picture of her holding the tape. Now Cheryl turned fourty-five degrees and gently clasped her hands behind her back. The camera captured the new image on film. She then set the alarm on the clock radio for 10:59 and plopped herself heavily on her bed. “Sorry, Di. I want to catch it an film so that I can remind myself about this, my best vacation ever!” as she broke into big wide grin.

Every half-hour she repeated the procedure. Every half-hour her breasts were visibly larger. She figured they were about an inch larger each time, but not nearly as fast as Dianne had exploded a few hours earlier. By midnight her 'hooters' (She could call them that now!) were about the size of softballs. By four-in-the-morning they were larger than Dianne's impressive new double G's. And still the time passed and with each passing hour she wondered how much bigger they would get and she gradually became more and more concerned - as the night passed in to morning – that they would not stop growing.

By the time they had stopped growing, she was on the last three exposures of the third roll of film. She was dead-beat tired. Twelve hours of growing up and out, and remaining awake throughout the night to catch it all on film. Dianne had tried to be supportive, but had passed out around five o'clock.

Throughout the night she had been hungry and had tried the take-out fare from all of the town restaurants. Despite the fact that she had been ordering in sizable meals at approximately two-hour intervals throughout the night, she was now, again famished. Cheryl guessed at the obvious, the energy and building materials needed to blow-up her bustline had spurred her hunger.

Cheryl quietly rummaged through her pack looking for something to wear. She was very quiet, so as not to awaken Dianne. There was nothing in her pack that would button up and fit her reupholstered upper body, which meant that blouses were out. She would have to cram herself into a size medium T-shirt. The root of the problem was that she was now fifteen inches larger in circumference than when she had arrived. She knew that if she could find nothing of her own that would fit her; she would have to awaken Dianne, either to see if Dianne had something she could borrow, or to send Dianne out to buy something for her to wear.

Cheryl pulled the shirt over her head. She bunched up the material and pulled it outward, with both hands, away from her body. The material was tight against her back as she negotiated the shirt over the volleyball-size breasts. The shirt was far too small and only managed to cover her hooters and that was all. The hem of the T-shirt ended just above the bottom of the volleyballs and left her belly bare. The material was stretched to the limit. Looking in the mirror, she could actually see that the bottom sixth of her breasts were still bare and unattired. It was the best she could do with the clothes she had.

She walked alone back to Dale's Diner, spurred on by the still gnawing hunger. The new boobs swayed, wobbled and bounced with each step she took. Her center of gravity was now higher than it had been yesterday and that also added to the uncertainty of each step. The block and a half distance from the Hooterville Lodge to the diner seemed much farther than it had the evening before.

Jessica greeted her at the door to the empty diner and gave her the same table that she and Dianne had sat at the night before. This time her service was as prompt as it was friendly. “How're ya' doin' today? I see that the water's done it's usual magic and I bet yer hungry. Let me recommend our 'After Inflation' breakfast special. It's guaranteed to fill ya' up.” All Cheryl could say was “No more water, they're big enough and they don't need any more filling.” Jessica laughed and picked up the coffeepot from the counter and poured two cups and sat down where Dianne had sat the evening before. “Listen honey, they ain't gonna get any bigger now. Once they've stopped, that's it. All the water'll do for ya now is to prevent em from saggin'. It keeps em upstandin', so to speak. Does the same for the men. Keeps em upstandin' too, solid as the rock of Gibraltar, which is good since the water also sends the sex drive into overdrive. Love makin' ain't no 'wham-bam, thank ya ma'am', but can go on fer hours. We ain't got any soft men here as you found out with Roy yesterday afternoon.” She winked and continued. “Now; I'll betcha got no idea just how big they are, right?” Cheryl nodded and drank some coffee. Jessica stood up and said, “Follow me. We'll figure out all you'll need to know.” and led the way behind the counter and into the back of the diner.

In the backroom Jessica asked Cheryl to extract herself from the T-shirt. With a 'plop, plop' the monstrous mammaries burst from the confines of the restrictive garment. Jessica whistled. “Ain't seen many that big, even in these parts.” She took a tape and measured Cheryl's circumference below the burgeoning bustline and around their fullest spot. She measured the diameter of each breast and gauged their weight. “Fourty-four inches! I'd guess a 32 double L and about fifteen pounds each. I hope you're ready for a shock. Stand on the scale.” Cheryl obliged and looked down in an attempt to see the numbers on the scale. It had not occurred to her before, but now she could not see her feet! She splayed her hooters apart with her hands and looked through the manufactured canyon at the numbers on the dial of the scale between her feet. She gasped. “A hundred and fourty pounds!” she shrieked. “I've gained thirty pounds, overnight!” “But in all the right spots.” cooed Jessica.

Jessica got a shirt, emblazoned with the logo of Dale's Diner from the linen closet and gave it to Cheryl. “Here wear this. We got plenty and Dale don't mind the extra advertisin', considerin' how it looks on the women.” Cheryl put on the blouse. It was a tailored woman's shirt, custom cut to fit women with extra large bosoms. It was comfortable and fit exceptionally well. As she was buttoning up the front, Cheryl asked, “How come the water isn't bottled and sold world wide?” “Well it seems that after about six to eight hours after leaving the ground, the 'magical' qualities of the water are gone. We get scientists here by the trainload every couple of years and not one of 'em can explain it. But I'll tell ya' every one of 'em scientists invited their wives or girlfriends here for at least a weekend. And despite the fact that they couldn't figure out the puzzle, they left happy. Jessica continued, leaving the backroom “Come on, I'll fix ya' up with the 'After Inflation' breakfast special. Go sit down up front and have some more coffee. I'll be with ya' in a jiffy.”

As she walked out from behind the counter, the door opened and Roy came into the diner. “Ya' look great in ma' shirt.” he said. “Your shirt?” Cheryl asked with a puzzled look on her face. “Yea, ma' shirt.” he repeated. “I'm Roy Dale McAllistar. I own the joint.” “Oh! … Like some coffee? Cheryl asked without missing a beat, as the two of them sat at the table.

“Is'at you, Roy?” Jessica called from the back. “Be out in a minute.” Within seconds she appeared with a plate heaped with healthy portions of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage, toast, baked beans and a short stack of fluffy pancakes. Jessica laid the plate in front of Cheryl. Without waiting, Cheryl ravenously dug into the meal. Jessica joined them at the table and poured more coffee for all of them. It was not too long before Cheryl had cleared her plate. She then asked Roy the very pointed question that had been heavily weighing on her mind last night. “What did you honestly think of my boobs yesterday, Roy?” He paused for a second. “I didn't even notice 'em. Sorry, but bein' from around here tend to make the average seem, well, small and the small … they just seem to disappear.” Cheryl was not surprised or angered by his answer. She undid the buttons on the blouse and pulled the front open. The huge hooters stood firm, with nipples obscenely engorged. “How about now?” she asked. Roy did a double take and sucked in his breath. “What a change! I'd noticed that there was a substantial difference from yesterday, but that shirt don't do ya' any justice. They're gorgeous.” Cheryl removed her blouse completely. She stood abruptly and the wobbling wonders bobbled and bounced as she stood. “Let's try and revisit yesterday afternoon and see what the differences are!” She winked at Roy. “Close up, Jessica! Let's go!” he said.

The two women rode in the back of Roy's truck for the minute and a half ride to the Hooterville Lodge. Cheryl unlocked the door and heard the sound of running water. Dianne was in the shower. Cheryl knocked on the bathroom door and opened it a crack. Steam roiled through the crack and dissipated as it spread along the ceiling. Cheryl called in “Someone here to see you.” and she waved Roy past. By the time he had crossed the threshold, he had already removed his shirt and was in the process of undoing the zipper on his pants. Cheryl turned to Jessica and whispered, “Let's go in and watch!” The two quickly disrobed and slipped into the small steamy bathroom.

Roy and Dianne were already tightly embracing each other as Jessica and Cheryl found temporary seating for the up coming 'show', on the toilet and on the edge of the sink, respectively. The view was only slightly blurred by the clear plastic shower curtain. Roy grabbed Dianne firmly by her buttocks and picked her up and pressed her against the wall. Dianne wrapped her legs tightly around Roy's waist. Cheryl and Jessica shared a glance at each other and they giggled together as the other two struggled in their attempts to couple. After several attempts, with out the benefit of using their hands, the two became one.

The activity in the shower became more rhythmical. Dianne rocked her pelvis, still pinned between Roy and the wall. This action accentuated the thrusts that Roy made. The steam boiled over the top of the shower curtain and the streams of water gushing out of the showerhead, splashing and flowing off of the two bodies engaged in the old in-out. It was quite an erotic scene and both Cheryl and Jessica shared a look then giggled. They had caught each other masturbating. “Let's go warm up the beds.” Jessica suggested. Cheryl nodded and followed her out of the sauna-like bathroom. The blast of cooler, dryer air outside of the bathroom came as a shock. Cheryl shivered and could feel her nipples reacting to the sudden change in temperature. She reached around her new circumference and was shocked to discover that the swollen buds were bigger around than her thumb and that the simple act of exploring this new find sent shock waves straight to her clitoris. It too was swelling.

The two pushed the double beds together, udders undulating with the struggles. Not being on castors, it proved to be a more difficult task than they had originally thought. Cheryl planted herself squarely on the edge of the bed, leaning forward, her lower arms resting on her knees supporting her torso. She was flushed from the top of her forehead down to the soft exposed curves of her heaving breasts. Jessica said, with her hands on her hips, surveying the scene, her own large breasts rising and falling with each breath she drew, “This'll do nicely.” The water abruptly stopped running in the bathroom. Giggles and “Oh! That tickles!” sounded from the bathroom. Both Jessica and Cheryl looked towards the bathroom and then at each other. Jessica quickly studied Cheryl. Sitting, as she was with her knees apart, Cheryl was exposed. Jessica noted that the coral lips hung with drops of love dew. Her eyes blazed with an intensity that Cheryl did not know that Jessica could possess.

Jessica advanced the four steps separating the two of them and fell to her knees between Cheryl's. Cheryl leaned backwards until she was reclined on the bed. Jessica soon proved she was very adept an eating pussy. Her tongue snaked circles around and between the lips, ensuring that there was next to none of Cheryl's juices on the outside of her cunt. The tongue then made tighter and tighter circles, until it became a lapping motion beginning at the steamy hot leaking hole and terminating at the engorged clit. Jessica caressed and massaged the creamy white thighs on either side of her head and the dark blond pubic thatch that was scant inches from forehead. The flow of girly cream increased. She looked up and across the flat, tight trembling belly, up to the twin mountains that rose steeply from the torso plain. Cheryl's hands were busy at the summit, pulling and massaging at the inflamed nipples. Cheryl let loose a moan that started deep in her chest. Jessica's tongue intensified its activities around the torrid hole, while her lips formed a tight seal over the whole box so none of the nectar would escape. Jessica watched the intensity of the tremors increase dramatically. The earthquake occurring deep in Cheryl's being violently shook the gelatinous mountains. Jessica realized that one of her own hands had been busy in her own fuck box and that it was slick with her own juices. Cheryl grabbed a handful of Jessica's hair and forced the head with its tormenting tongue deeper into her crotch. The thighs clamped vice-like on Jessica's head. It was because of these actions that Jessica's mouth could remain planted on the cunt as Cheryl's hips rose and fell in the spasms of orgasms. Cheryl came again and again, bucking like a bronco, tits wobbling in their fluid gelatinous way. Slowly she came to a stop. The trembling of her belly remained as the only aftershocks visible after the quake. Cheryl let go of Jessica's hair and the muscular thighs softened and gentle released their inward pressure. Jessica slowly stood and leaned over Cheryl and she gently kissed the reclined woman's right breast.

Jessica felt a warm hand on her left hip and another gently sliding its way between her thighs. “I see that you've been busy and have yerself all ready fer me.” It was Roy and he had hardly been acknowledged before he eased his manmeat between the thighs and on toward the steaming gash. Dianne had eased her way onto the bed beside Cheryl and had parked her own coral butterfly over Cheryl's face. Jessica bent slightly, spreading her knees apart to ease Roy's entry. With a grunt and a single thrust, he had buried himself deep into her. Jessica gasped at the suddenness of being impaled and bit down on Cheryl's nipple just a little too hard. Cheryl went wide-eyed. Her soft squeal of pain was cut off as Dianne's cunt landed directly on her mouth. Cheryl's gaze passed the flat stomach and to the double G rib-rockets that were suspended from the slender torso above her. With every one of Roy's thrusts into Jessica, the bed jolted. Cheryl watched the suspended set react to the dramatic impacts while her tongue played at the genitalia stationed on her mouth. Roy was ruthless with Jessica and she leaned over even farther, her head nestled between Cheryl's chest pillows, the crown of her head bumping into Dianne's buttocks. With the limited amount of movement that the position allowed she now played with the acorn sized nipples atop Cheryl's basketball sized hooters, with her own volleyball 'H's' squashed into Cheryl's belly. Roy pounded away and Jessica climbed higher and higher towards the heights of orgasm. She flexed her fingers into Cheryl's malleable titflesh, squeezing all the harder as she reached her own brink.

        Dianne, well worked in by Roy in the shower, only needed little prompting from Cheryl's skilled tongue massage to again reach the heights she had attained while being plowed in the shower. She came next, in torrents. Cheryl gulped and lapped to ensure that she could savour every drop of Dianne's familiar love grease. Roy extracted himself from the spent Jessica who rolled onto her back beside Cheryl and Dianne removed herself from Cheryl's face. What was left for Roy was an open invitation from Cheryl. Taking one step forward, he held his thick nine-inch sex tool in his hand and looked down at the closing distance between his swollen head and Cheryl's oozing butterfly. Without hesitation he eased himself into the steamy slit. Leaning forward slightly, he gripped each of her dugs with his hands and started an even rhythm of two shallow and one very deep thrust. Cheryl reacted like a hellcat, already brought close to orgasmic ecstasy by the just completed foursome. For every of Roy's thrusts, Cheryl pounded back, driven by pure animal lust. All too soon she was shrieking and crying in ecstasy, having been pushed over the orgasmic edge by Roy's steady rhythm.

When Cheryl finally lay still, spent from his pounding, he withdrew. If anything, Roy only seemed larger and firmly steeled. Roy climbed up onto the bed and straddled Cheryl's belly. He lay his pole in the deep valley between her chest mountains. Jessica, knowing this routine well, quickly reached into her purse that was lying beside the bed and extracted a tube of lubricant. She squeezed copious quantities on and around the dick. Cheryl, chest still heaving, jugs wavering and wobbling with each breath, watched the preparations occurring in her splayed cleavage, fascinated. This was entirely new ground for her. Having had only small B cups up to yesterday, they had never been conducive to this variation of play.

Cheryl pressed her mammoth mammaries together, surrounding Roy's sex spike, from tip to hilt. Roy began a gently rocking motion, impacting roughly and forcefully into the bottom of her breasts. Cheryl watched the tip of Roy's pecker peek out at her from the deep dark valley of her cleavage. Gradually the pace increased and Cheryl could feel her own lust rising as Roy pulled and played with her nipples. 'What a difference a day can make.' she thought, pleased with her new upholstery and the exotic and erotic play that was ensuing. Roy could not pull himself away from her huge hooters. She soon recognized the stroke rate that she had experienced in the bed of the truck. The new sensations of tit play, so much sensitive flesh, handfuls and handfuls of copious quantities of boob, being pulled, tugged massaged and poked. Cheryl was overcome by the new sensations and the tremors in her belly began again. Roy pounded unmercifully and it seemed to Cheryl that the pounding would never end. She mewled and whined in the throes of orgasm as Roy continued to push her on and finally over. Roy's face screwed up as his release remained only a stroke or two away. He grunted one final time and his prick spat forth its load. The shower arched from deep in the sandwich of titflesh, and splattered over Cheryl's mouth and chin. As Roy slowly got to his feet, Cheryl licked the jizm from her face, her tongue making wide circles, trying to get every drop.

Slowly they made their way back to the bathroom and the sound of the shower was mingled with giggles and moans of light sex play, as a thorough scrubbing of each of them made for a 'TwisterÒ' type of environment in the small space. Communal drying was slow and loving and they helped each other dress. Then Jessica hurried out to reopen the diner. Roy lingered. “So what are yer plans?” Cheryl answered for the two women. “Well, we've got to get back up north and head back to school, but Roy, you've convinced us to regularly come back and visit. We're both studying Economics and were hoping that we'll be successful, make loads of money and be able to live relatively leisurely, however, you've put a new wrinkle in our 'great scheme of things'. If getting laid by men like you can only be found here, you may have two new residents before the year is out.” Roy smiled, “You can be assured that in that 'man's' world of high finance, with your looks, you got 'em by the balls.” He turned toward the door.” When yer ready ta' leave, get Jess ta' give me a call and I'll give ya lift into 'Vegas.” And the door closed behind him.

Two hours later Cheryl and Dianne sat in the bed of the old S10 pick-up and watched the town disappear into the dust plume behind the small truck. The jostling and jolts caused by the pot-holed road shook the truck and every bump rattled through their frames. Inside their cotton shirts their breasts lurched and bounced along, completely out of sync with the truck. Cheryl looked down at her cleavage as the crevasse widened and narrowed with each rise and fall of the volleyballs of blubber attached to her frame. It seemed like a dream. She hugged herself, enjoying the turgid fullness of her exploded bosom. Looking up she noticed that they were just passing the five-mile distance marker. “'Hooterville!' How appropriate.”

        In November, Cheryl and Dianne stood at the town's edge, paint can and brush in hand. Smiling, they admired their handiwork. The sign at the town limits had been 'vandalized' again. The numbers that they had just painted read 'Pop. 830.'