DR. HOOTERS - Part VIII
by Servax
Growing Girls

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.
 
 
About three weeks 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 her 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 back to 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, 
too."

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?"
 
When Blair and Amanda heard this, they gasped with surprise.  So
that's why they had grown so in last couple of weeks!!  And to think
they could get even bigger, now that they knew how. 
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