DR. HOOTERS - Part IV by Servax And the Gods Made Love.... 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. **************