DR. HOOTERS - Part XXII Milk For Medicine Blair woke up from her reverie with a start. Brenda had disap- peared, but Blair was able to locate her by the cries of joy emi- nating from an open window above the pool. The sun was beginning to descend behind the tall retaining wall Jill had built around the pool. Picking up her things, she walked back into the house. Meeting the cook, Blair asked her if Jill had any palns for them all for dinner that night. The cook shook her grey-haired head. "No ma'am", she said. Blair asked that dinner be sent to her room, and the cook told her that Jill wanted Blair and Brenda to stick around that night. They were going to have some guests over after Sasha's dinner date, about nine-thirty. Odd, Blair thought. Jill never invites anyone to the house. I wonder what's up. Blair spent the time between supper and nine-thirty playing ping- pong with Alfonso the driver in the recreation room, and working out in Jill's lavish gym. She loaded the weight bar with seven hundred and fifty pounds, and snapped it effortlessly over her head. Strength was another gift that Brenda's milk had bestowed upon her. Jill had a well-outfitted gym, but in her first workout, Blair had yanked the pulleys off the wall, and squeezed the Nau- tilus machines into bent rubbish. After that, Jill insisted she stick to free weights, and she and Brenda often marvelled at the sight of the young Blair squatting, leg muscles bulging, enormous breasts thrust aggressively out, with nearly two tons of metal resting on her shoulders. By the time she had over forty-seven hundred pounds on her spe- cially-reinforced bar, Blair was able to give herself a good workout, and had worked up a fierce appetite. The workouts seemed to have an immediate effect on her milk-altered muscula- ture. Although she never did gain any bulk, she just kept geting stronger and stronger, on a daily basis. Dinner was waiting in her room when she had finished her shower. By the time she was finished it was almost nine-thirty. Changing into a green sweatsuit and her jeans, Blair descended the stairs into the living room. Brenda was waiting as well. Nine-thirty moved to ten o'clock and still no Jill. Eleven o' clock came and went. Yawning, Brenda elected to go up to bed. Alone, for a change. Blair opened a book and stretched out on the sofa to read. Propping the book against her breasts, she began to nod off herself. The doorbell brought her back quickly with a start. The clock in the hallway was just chiming twelve. Blair walked to the videocam that was connected to the front gate and switched it on. She saw a tall, well-built, girl with short dark hair. "Mary Lou!", Blair shouted through the speaker. "How did you...? I mean...? Hey, come in!" She hit the button that opened the gate into the courtyard, and watched on the security cams as Mary Lou walked up to the door. The sky was lowering, and it looked as though a thunderstorm was brewing as Blair opened the front door and pulled Mary Lou in- side. Mary Lou embraced her, then stood back to get a full view of the fully-grown Blair. "Boy, Blair", she announced happily. "When you decide to grow some tits, you don't go in for half measures, do you? I don't think Marina could fit you now!" Sending the butler off for some coffee and cake, Blair seated Mary Lou in the parlour. "But **how** did you get here, Mary Lou?", she asked. Mary Lou began her story. She had come back to the beach house early in the morning, the day after Blair and Amanda had van- ished. She woke Sherry and Marsha up, and the three of them looked all over the beach for them. Later, her brother Marty and his friend Eric showed up, and helped them search, but still, there was no sign of the vanished girls. Finally, she had called Blair and Amanda's mother, to see if they had gone back home on the train. "We were frightened", Mary Lou said. "No one answered at your house. It was as if your whole family had dropped off the face of the earth. Papi wanted to call the police, but we talked him out of it." "Finally, Sherry and Marsha broke down and told us about their last night in the cottage with Amanda. Sherry told us about Amanda's little performance at Hurricane Tony's, and how big her breasts got. Then with a little coaxing, she and Marsha con- fessed to, well, that they nursed off of Amanda that night." " 'I swear, Mary Lou', Sherry told me, 'it was like I **had** to, like there was some unseen force pulling me towards them.' Mar- sha agreed with her. Anyway, whatever they drank relaxed them so much that they were fast asleep by the time I got there, and Amanda was gone, completely gone." "Marty, Sherry and I drove back to Miami then, and found your apartment. No one was there, but everyone in the area was buzzing about what had happened; the apartment broken into, you showing up with your tits all swollen out, then you disappear, and your mother disappears, and your grandmother's vanished, too!" "We asked around a bit, and found out that your mother worked at the club on Apopka Road. I went down there yesterday, like I was going to apply for a job. I met Brenda, and when I saw her, I immediately thought of you and Amanda." "I mean, I used to have the biggest pair of anyone I knew. They **are** pretty big, you know. Suddenly, my brother shows up with two little girls from grade school, that's right Blair, I said grade school, that make me look flat-chested." "When Brenda wasn't looking, I rummaged around in her desk. I found this address. I came here. I found you." Astounded by the amount of effort Mary Lou had put into the task of finding her, Blair embraced her around the neck. "Well, you found me, Mary Lou", she said. "have you had any luck finding Amanda, or my mom? We're looking for them, too?" "Who's we?", asked Mary Lou. "Me, and Jill, and Brenda", responded Blair. "You've gotta meet Jill. She can change herself around to look like anyone she wants!!" Suddenly aware that she was giving away confidences, she blushed down into her cavernous cleavage. "I hope I can trust you, Mary Lou", she added. Mary Lou hugged her back. "Oye chica", she said, "I felt like I could trust you the first time I saw your big titties shivering in the air-conditioning at Marsha's quince. Something's going on, Blair, something big. Something even bigger than a ten year- old girl growing tits as big as a bean-bag chair. I wanna find out what it is." "I can't give you permission to stay, Mary Lou", Blair pleaded. "I'm a guest here myself. I let you in, and I don't think Jill will mind if you wait around to ask her." Relaxing on Jill's overstuffed sofa, Mary Lou made herself at home. Blair was glad, in a way, to have someone around from be- fore. She didn't get out much at Jill's. Every time she did, she caused a minor disturbance, so she had learned to stick around the house quite a bit, and let Jill's hired staff run the errands. Chattering on and on, Mary Lou talked about her sister Sherrie, who had left for North Carolina earlier that week, about her brother Marty, who was still madly searching for Amanda, about Eric, who was still in town, and still asking about Blair. She talked about their friends at the cottage; Lucie, Amy, Suzie, Janet, and Lisa, and before long, Blair and Mary Lou were laugh- ing and chatting like old friends. Just before three o' clock that morning, Blair and Mary Lou heard the front gate open and a car door slam. "Jill's home", Blair declared excitedly, running to the front door. *********************** Opening the door, Blair choked back a scream as she saw Jill sprawled across the pavement of the driveway. She had collapsed between the car and the front door, her hair tangled and muddy. Jill was bleeding from her mouth, and from several large cuts on her face and breasts. Since Jill was naked to the waist, Blair saw that her magnificent breasts were deeply bruised, as if some- thing had crushed them. Blair picked Jill carefully up off the ground, carrying her pick-a-back into the house. Mary Lou opened the doors fro them as Blair hauled Jill off to bed. Once she had installed Jill in her own bed, Blair sent for a basin of warm water and began bathing her wounds. Sitting in the chair opposite Blair, Mary Lou watched as her friend washed and rinsed the older woman's deep cuts, and rubbed the great purple bruises on Jill's vast breasts. "It looks like she's been in a fight, Mary Lou", said Blair. Still astounded by the average breast size of the women in this household, Mary Lou shook her head. "Look at the size of her! I mean, not just her tits, but all of her. She looks like she could kick the ass off an elephant. Who'd get in a fight with her?" Entranced, Mary Lou watched as two little dark circles began to form on Blair's green shirt, right at the nipples. The circles grew until they were the size of dinner plates, and drops of some white fluid began dripping from them onto the floor. Before long, the whole front of Blair's shirt was soaking wet with her milk. Mary Lou couldn't take her eyes off of it. There looked like there was a limitless supply, and she began to think about lifting Blair's shirt, seeking out her swollen, engorged nipple, and taking that milk into her. She tried to force the thoughts away. As if in a dream, Blair lifted her sopping shirt and exposed her mammoth breasts. Sure enough, at the tips of her Coke-can-sized nipples, the milk was bleeding out steadily, flowing freely now down over the bottoms of Blair's breasts and soaking Jill's blan- kets and sheets. Positioning herself on the bed, Blair pulled Jill onto her lap, pulled her head to her leaking left nipple, and gave suck. Jill clamped down on Blair's nipple and began sucking prodigiously, causing the milk to flow even more copiously from Blair's other breast. Lifting her other breast towards Mary Lou, Blair invited her to partake. "Don't fight it, Mary Lou", she whispered. "You have to, you know" Mary Lou snuggled into the bed at Jill's side. Closing her eyes, she felt Blair's huge nipple leaking milk down her cheek. She opened her mouth wide, and almost choked as Blair's nipple, much larger than any man's cock she had ever recieved, invaded her mouth and forced its way down her throat. Somehow, she began to suck, and immediately felt the warm milk gush out of Blair's mighty fountain down the gullet of her throat. The force was so great she didn't have to swallow, and Blair's nipple was so far back in her throat she didn't taste anything. She just felt her stomach fill with the warm, comfort- ing milk. Blair's huge tit overshadowed her like a small hill. As Mary Lou looked up, she could just barely see her friend smiling down on her from a long ways off, over the curve of her immense breast. Mary Lou kept suckling, and Blair's milk kept gushing down her throat in great gushes. "That's it, Mary Lou", Blair cooed. "Drink from me. Drink from little Blair." She ran her hands through Mary Lou's close- cropped page boy. "Blair has so much milk, Jill can't drink it all. There's lots left over for pretty Mary Lou to make her big and strong too." The sensations caused by Mary Lou's and Jill's frenzied nursing were pleasurable in the extreme for Blair. Her breasts felt like they had become giant pumps, filling and emptying in a smooth, predictable rhythm. Each cycle sent a rush of pleasure through her body, and she felt herself getting wet in the crotch. She wanted to reach under the sheets and rub herself, but she was un- able to because of the hulking mass of her own tits and Jill's. Then Mary Lou snuck her arm under the sheets, as if it was guided by Blair's own thought, unbuttoned Blair's jeans, and began mas- saging Blair's thatch. For Blair, it was an unparalleled experi- ence. She found she could move Mary Lou's arm and hand as if it was her own. She guided Mary Lou's fingers into her snatch, in- serting first one, then two, then three fingers. Each time her breasts filled, she thrust Mary Lou's fingers deep into her pussy, pulling them out slowly as her breasts emptied into Jill's and Mary Lou's mouths. Before long, Blair was throbbing with the pressure of her own rising desires. She began raising and lowering her pelvis in re- sponse to her use of Mary Lou's borrowed fingers. As her orgasm began to build, she began to buck faster and faster, thrusting herself down on Mary Lou's fingers. She guided Mary Lou's fin- gers to her engorged clit and began stroking it gently. Her breasts began to spasm with delight, and she saw Mary Lou's stom- ach begin to swell and distend from the sheer quantity of milk pouring into her. But Blair had past the point of no return. She feathered Mary Lou's fingers about the base of her clit, bringing herself to the crest of a mighty orgasm. Her breasts surged with milk, pouring multiplied gallons down the throats of her helpless recipients. Blair couldn't see over the tops of Jill's titanic breasts, but she could see that Mary Lou's stomach was seriously distended. It had swollen out like a woman eight months pregnant, and still, Blair's milk continued to gush forth in a mighty torrent. Watching with alarm Mary Lou's rapidly expanding stomach, Blair tried to wrestle her tits free from the other women's mouths, but the harder she tried to pull away from them, the more firmly Jill and Mary Lou attached themselves to her. My God, thought Blair, I can't pry them off with a crowbar! Her tits continued to pour milk into Jill and Mary Lou at an alarming rate. Blair could see them expanding and contracting now with her milk. Mary Lou's stomach was now so large that it filled all her side of the bed. Her orgasm peaked, and she gasped for air. With an audible 'pop', her left breast worked its way free of Jill's mouth, spraying Jill, the bed, and about half the room with sweet, sticky Blair-milk. Mary Lou's stomach continued to swell as milk gushed into her. Blair could hear the milk slosh- ing around inside Mary Lou as she moved. Yanking on her mighty right breast with both hands, Blair was able to pull it free from Mary Lou's greedy mouth. The results were predictable. Mary Lou, her half of the bed, and her half of the room received a warm milk-shower from Blair's right tit. Working her way free of Mary Lou and Jill, Blair picked her way to the bathroom, leaned her great mams over the side of the bathtub, and filled it slowly, as her mighty milk- pumps slowed from a fountain, to a stream, to a trickle, to a steady drip-drip-drip. When she had finally dried up, Blair did what she could to clean up. She moved Mary Lou to one bed, Jill to another. Then she woke up the groundskeeper to clean up the room, and one of the maids to change the sheets on the bed, where she soon fell into a deep, untroubled sleep, just as the sky was beginning to lighten in the east. ********************************