DR. HOOTERS - Part XXIII

An Encounter In the Night

Walking alone through the sleeping house, Brenda  came  upon  the
sleeping  Blair  in  Jill's  bed.  Phew!, she thought, doesn't it
smell musky in here.  Seeing the light left on in  the  bathroom,
she went to turn it off,and discovered the bathtub full of Blair-
milk.

Running rapidly down to the kitchen, she found about a dozen emp-
ty  milk  cartons. Quietly, she filled them, and stored them away
in the basement.  Time will come, she thought, when I'll be need-
ing  his  stuff  myself.   Stroking  Blair's soft red hair as she
slept, she felt ashamed of her earlier treatment of Blair.  After
all,  Blair was, in a sense, **her** child, her creation.  It had
been the milk from her own breasts that had created this  lovely,
huge-breasted girl.

So  what  if  she hadn't lactated since then?  So what if she had
never gotten the bigger breasts she had asked Jill  for  so  long
ago?   She was still Bodacious Brenda Lee Hill, the third-largest
pair in the world, and that was a much better thing  to  be  than
the nerdy, never-laid Brendon she had started life as.

"I'm just getting some of my own back, baby", she whispered soft-
ly to the sleeping Blair as she passed out of the room  with  the
last two gallons of Blair's milk.

Brenda  threw the last two gallons into the trunk of her car, and
sped off into the growing morning sunlight.

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It was well after two in the afternoon before any  of  the  other
residents  of  the house began to stir.  Most of the help had the
day off, and Blair, Jill, and Mary Lou were not disturbed as they
slept the morning away.

Blair  rose first.  Her breasts ached like they had fought a bat-
tle the night before.  She showered, dressed, and  went  to  find
Jill.   She  found Jill sitting up in bed, drinking a cup of cof-
fee, and smiling like an archbishop blessing  his  flock.   Blair
realized  with a shock that not one of Jill's profound wounds was
visible on her face or body, although she been  hurt  very  badly
the  night  before.    Her huge golden-tan breasts seemed to glow
with health, not betraying a single bruise or blemish.

"Are you all right, Jill?", asked Blair cautiously.

Stretching her arms over her head, Jill  thrust  her  own  mighty
chest  out,  casting a shadow over half the room.  "I feel great,
Blair", she responded.  "Who would have thought that you'd  be  a
medicine-milk dispenser?  God, I needed that after last night!"

"Medicine-milk?",  puzzled Blair as she massaged the distant tips
of her huge breasts.  "What do you mean?"

"Your powers are emerging, Blair darling.  As mine did.  The  gy-
nosphere  gifts its participants with varying powers and capabli-
ties.  I can change shape, read minds.  I have  some  ability  to
persuade people, even at a distance."

"You,  Blair,  seem  to  have  been  given  extraordinary  bodily
strength, and healing milk that spring forth in response to need.
That's all I can divine right now."

"What happened to you last night, Jill?", Blair asked.

Jill's  countenance  darkened.   "I  ran  into Julie Heatherwick.
That name means nothing to you now, I know, but she's an old  ri-
val  from,  well,  before.  She used to be my boss, an ambitious,
jealous, back-biting bitch!  Unfortunately, I made the mistake of
injecting  her  with  a derivative of my hormone.  She's my equal
now, maybe, even, my superior.  I don't know. I know I  lost  the
first round...

"I felt a disturbance last night in the gynosphere.  I thought it
might have been your sister, Amanda.  As it turned out, I  missed
Amanda  by a half an hour, no more.  The police, I missed by mere
minutes, but I didn't miss Julie at all."

"Her house was, is, what's left of it, that is, on the waterfront
up  in  Pompano.   When I got there, the place looked like it had
been hit with a thunderbolt, great blackened heaps of stone  from
the  retaining  wall, a tree split in two, smoldering.  I got out
of the car and looked around."

"I found a bra that had to belong to Amanda.  Maybe Julie  bought
it  for  her,  although  I can't imagine Julie being that kind to
anyone.   I also found some  ripped  and  shredded  little  boy's
clothes,  so  I  imagine someone must have gotten between her and
her prey..."

"Anyway, I was picking around by the dock in the  back,  where  I
saw that a boat had been untied.  Suddenly I heard someone behind
me."

" 'So, Jill Clayton!  What a stroke of good fortune!',  I  heard.
'Now  I can eliminate my worst rival on the first day of my reign
as Empress of the World!'"

"Turning around quickly, I saw a looming shadow,  taller  than  I
am,  walking towards me.  As it stepped into the light around the
boats, I saw it was Julie.  But, my God, how she had changed!"

"Julie was very full-chested, Blair.  As full-chested  as  I  was
flat-chested.   When  I developed the intelligence-hormone, which
also turned out to  be  the  breast-growth  hormone,  which  also
turned  out to be a, well, a receiver for impulses from the gyno-
sphere."

"As soon as I was changed, Blair, I decided to have my revenge on
her  for all the years of hard work she had stolen from me and my
colleagues.  I injected her with the hormone,  and  it  made  her
brilliant,  but  repulsive to look at.  Obviously, she found some
way to reverse that, using, I'm afraid, your sister as  a  living
factory to produce the hormone."

"She  must  have absorbed prodigious quantities of the stuff, be-
cause she was well over seven feet tall, muscled like  a  weight-
lifter,  and  had  six  huge  breasts each the size of mine.  She
caught me off guard with a ferocious left punch that  would  have
flattened a wall, and almost split my head in two."

"I  grew  myself quickly to her size, hoping that she didn't have
shape-shifting powers like mine.  She  didn't,  but  she  laughed
cruelly.   'Oh, Jill', she cackled, 'you're no match for me now!'
She brought her arms together, and I swear, a bolt of  electrici-
ty,  or something, shot out from her, and caught me square in the
tits.  Burnt 'em pretty bad, too."

"This seemed to have drained her momentarily, and I was  able  to
grow a bit of muscle, and give her back some of what she was giv-
ing me.  I knocked her to the dock, and was about to give  her  a
good solid kick in the side of the head when she wrapped her legs
around me, and threw me to the dock.  Her legs felt like a  steel
vise  wrapped  around  my  middle, and I thought she was going to
squeeze me in two.  I grabbed one of her six nipples, and bit  it
hard."

"Julie  howled,  and  broke  her grip.  I tried to pin her to the
dock, but I just kept coming up with handfuls of titty, not  sur-
prising, seeing that she had six of 'em.  She caught me off guard
with her right arm, and raked my face and my left breast with her
nails, which felt as sharp as knives."

"I  was able to break a board off from the dock and club her with
it, knocking her into the water.  Thinking this would be  a  good
time  to  make my escape, I turned to run.  I heard some sparking
and flashing behind me, and the lights on the dock went  out.   I
turned  around  and  saw Julie in the moonlight.  She was holding
the electric cable in her in her hand, and her breasts  began  to
swell with the energy she was absorbing."

"  'Watch  this,  Miss-priss  Jill  Clayton!',  she  howled.  Her
breasts, all six of them, began to erupt milk.  She looked like a
moonlit fountain out there by the dock, gushing from all six nip-
ples.  I watched like a bird hypnotized by  a  snake.   She  kept
spraying  as  long as she held onto the cable, prodigious quanti-
ties of milk.  I imagine she turned the canal white behind  her."

"  'I  have  six breasts to your two, Jill Clayton!', she taunted
me.  'I can raise up an **army** dedicated to the destruction  of
Jill  Clayton.   You  can  run now, but I'll find you, bitch, and
squash you like the bug you are!"

"Somehow, I managed to find the car, and make it back  here,  be-
fore  I  passed out in the driveway", Jill concluded.  "Thank God
for you and your medicine-milk!  I feel  better  today  than  I'm
sure Julie does!"

Blair  cradled  Jill's head in her arms, pulling it onto her vast
bosom.  "what are we going to do now, Jill?", she asked.

At that moment, Mary Lou walked breezily into the room.  She  had
found one of Brenda's nightgowns and had put it on.  Since Brenda
was the smallest of the three hormone-altered women, and Mary Lou
was  one  of  the  biggest  unaltered  women in Florida, the gown
didn't overwhelm her.

"Jill", explained Blair, "this is Mary Lou.  Amanda and I spent a
week at her cotage in Boca.  She's, she's my best friend."

"Is she... one of us?"

Mary Lou laughed.  "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Clayton.  Blair told
me all about you."  Mary Lou sat down on a chair next  to  Jill's
bed.   "No,  I'm  all  natural.   Not  to  say that you and Blair
aren't, of course."  She hefted her own impressive pair.  "Every-
thing I got, I got from my mom and dad, thank you."

Jill laughed contagiously.  If she had had a friend like Mary Lou
when she was a girl, maybe she wouldn't have  resented  Julie  so
much.  Maybe Julie wouldn't have been such a threat to her.  Then
she thought, maybe I never would  have  discovered  the  hormone.
Maybe I never would have become what I am now.

"Hey!",  Mary Lou continued.  "I feel like I ate a whole cow last
night.  What went on?  I don't remember a thing!"

Gasping in surprise, Blair glanced at Mary Lou's stomach.  It was
back  to  normal.   Somehow she had absorbed all those gallons of
milk Blair had pumped into her the night before.

"Mary Lou", explained Blair, "you drained at least ten gallons of
milk from my tits last night.  I should think you'd be full."

Then  Blair  explained to Jill and to Mary Lou what had happened.
How Jill had arrived and had passed out in the driveway, and  how
Blair  had  started  lactating in response to seeing her sprawled
helpless on the pavement.  How, it seemed, her lactating  breasts
had called to Mary Lou, and how Mary Lou had obeyed them.

Mary Lou grabbed her breasts as though they were going to explode
through the front of her nightgown.

Laughing, Jill comforted her.  "It takes a little while  for  the
hormone to work, Mary Lou!"

"No!", cried Mary Lou, "They tingle already!"

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