Dr Hooters Part XXVI "What's it like having big tits, Missy", asked Veronica. Missy thought a moment. "Mostly good, Ronnie, I guess. I mean, its never any problem for me to get guys interested in me. But sometimes I think all they're interested in is my tits." She paused. "Still, that's better than not having them interested in you at all!" "But what about you, Ronnie? You're so beautiful. If I were you, I wouldn't want to change anything" Yeah", added Sherrie, "Ronnie, if you could change one thing about your appearance, what would you change?" "That's easy, Sherry-berry", responded Veronica, "I'd like to have bigger tits." "Why? I think you have gorgeous tits", asked Sherry. Veronica had breasts the size and shape of twin chocolate cupcakes, very firm, that rode high on her rib cage. Sherry thought they were very sexy, with their turned-up nipples and dark areolae. "I know I should be thankful for what I've got. I'm a classic 34B, and that makes me 36-23-35, just like Naomi Campbell or Elle Macpherson", Veronica stated calmly. "Except you're more beautiful than either of those two, Ronnie", Missy blurted out, "and someday, people are gonna find that out!" "Still", Veronica continued, "I have this recurring dream. I'm with a boy. Sometimes its Justin, and sometimes its someone else, like Will Smith. Its always a very handsome boy. He's kissing my breasts, and they start to grow. He can feel them grow in his hands, and he gets very excited." "Soon, they're very big, and they overflow the palms of his hands. He has very big hands, but my tits are bigger. They get very full and heavy, and the nipples stick out like little black thumbs. The boy puts his mouth around my nipples. Before, he could get practically my whole breast in his mouth, but now, he can only get the get the part right around the areola, because I've gotten so big." "I get bigger. I feel very powerful, queenly. My breasts now hang to the bottom of my rib cage, and stand out about a foot from my chest. The boy is licking them all over, and I'm slap- ping him in the face with my new enlarged breasts. They make a very satisfying thup-thup sound as they slap against his cheek. The boy is very aroused because my breasts have gotten so big. I see the bulge in his pants, and I reach down under my still- growing breasts to unzip his pants and pull his cock out." "He has a big, beautiful cock, with a long rigid shaft and a dark, purple circumcised head. My breasts have grown so big that they are almost touching the tip of his dick head. I brush my nipples lightly against the tip of his cock. He groans with de- light." "I lie back on the bed, pulling the boy on top of me. My tits are so big now, that they form two big mounds on my chest. Lying down, they flop over my chest, and spill down the sides under my arms. I grab the boy's cock with my hands, and gently maneuver it between my swollen melon-sized black tits. He starts to pump his hips, and I push my huge breasts together so that they en- close his beautiful cock like an embrace. The tip of his dick emerges from the top of my cleavage, where I kiss it." "My tits keep growing until they just about overwhelm the poor boy's cock. His eyes are wide with astonishment. He's never seen tits as big as mine. Finally, he cums, and sprays me all over my face, mouth and shoulders with his spunk. He's got a lot of it, and since I'm so hot, he cums a long time, maybe three, five minutes. He's so turned on by my huge tits that he's writhing in the bed as he cums." Veronica scowled. "Then I wake up, and I'm almost always so hot I have to do myself to get back to sleep." Missy howled. "That sounds like fun!", she hooted, pressing her large breasts together in the bustier. "I bet **I** got enough to do that." The rum, the provocative clothing she was wearing, and the sexy talk had turned Missy on. She had been tracing a slender finger down the side of her left breast until it came to rest on the tip of her nipple. She dug around under the bustier, re-arranging her toilet paper, and noticed that her nipples were stiff and hard under the fabric. "I remember when I was eleven years old, in the fifth grade", she reminisced. "All the other girls in my class were flat-chested, but I was starting to grow. My mother bought me a training bra, but I outgrew it quickly. She kept buying me bigger and bigger bras, but I just kept getting bigger and bigger, outgrowing them all." "Guys started following me around. I was tall for my age, too, so it wasn't easy to hide what I was carrying around on my chest. There was one guy, especially, his name was Ralph. He lived down the street and he went to high school." "Ralph's mom and dad let him live in the pool house, on account of they were having some trouble with him, and they wanted him out of the house, but they still wanted to keep an eye on him. I had to walk by his house every day on the way back from school, and he would be out by the pool house." " Sometimes he'd pretend to be working on his motorcycle. Other times, he'd be dressed for swimming. I noticed he always seemed to have a large bulge in his shorts, and I wondered what it was." "One day he called over to me. 'Hey, Missy', he shouted. I was real scared but I walked over. 'Have you ever wanted to go for a ride on my bike?', he asked. I said no I'd never really thought about it. 'Why don't you give it a try?' I said OK, and he started the bike up." "I climbed on back, and held on to the seat. He took a turn real close, and I just about fell off. Ralph told me I'd need to hold onto him, to put my arms around his waist. I did, and I noticed that my breasts went into his back. He rubbed himself against them, and seemed real happy." "He brought me back and dropped me off. Then he asked me if I wanted to go riding again some time, just to ask him. I said 'OK', and he smiled." "One day, right before the end of school, I don't know what came over me. I put this T-shirt on that went real low in the front, and my tits were kinda hanging out the front. My mom and I had a big fight about it, but I walked out the door with the T-shirt on, and she never did anything about it. Then, I took my bra off, and my tits just sort of jiggled around in the shirt. It felt so cool and good, I don't think I thought a lot about what it looked like." "By this time, I was almost as big on top as I am now. My tit- ties were swinging back and forth under the shirt, and I was kind of having fun with them. Everyone was staring at them, even the teachers. When I went past Ralph's house, he was with another girl. He saw me, and he forgot all about her! Man, he came running up to me, and just about pulled me into his pool house." "The other girl bitched and moaned, but Ralph told her to go home, he'd call her. The other girl called him a bastard and left in a hurry. So there I was, eleven years old all alone with a seventeen year old boy in his own place. I didn't know whether to run or stay." "Somehow, Ralph talked me into taking my shirt off. When he saw my tits he got so excited, I thought he was going to cry. But he didn't want to rape me, or even touch me." "He just said, 'I want to see if you can suck on your own nip- ples, Missy' I didn't know what he meant, so he put his hand un- der my breast and lifted it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and put my nipple in it. It felt really good, so I started sucking it hard. Then I put the other one in, and sucked it, too." "Ralph went crazy. 'Eleven years old, and she can suck her own titties!', he yelled. 'I can't believe it!' He ran into the bathroom, and I heard a sound like Ralph was slapping his thigh, then the toilet flushed." "I got scared, so I put my shirt on and left. The next time Ralph saw me, he acted kind of ashamed, and he looked away from me." Sherry and Veronica howled. "He was ashamed he didn't fuck you, Missy!", said Sherrie. "Chances like that come once in a life- time, and he missed his, the poor bastard!" "I always thought I'd have big tits", sighed Sherrie. "Both of my sisters are very big. I remember when I was four or five, my sister Carlita started developing. She was nine, and preparing for her first communion. My dad bought her this beautiful expen- sive gown for the first communion, and a week before the confir- mation, she can't fit into it, on account of she's grown these big tits." "Now, Carlita's the religious one in the family, and her big tit- ties are driving her crazy. She thinks she's not gonna be able to receive the Holy Spirit 'cause her new titties'll be shaking too hard. Sure enough, the day of the confirmation comes, and all the little girls line up outside the church in their little white gowns, and then there's Carlita- half a head taller, and looking about five years older. Her breasts are swaying and jiggling away under the gown. Mary Lou, my other sister, and I are laughing because the cardinal is laying his hands on her, but we can tell where they'd rather be. I guess he's a man, too, for all that." "Well, that's about the last anyone ever sees of Carlita's tits. Right after the ceremony, she starts dressing in all these loose tops and bulky sweaters, but underneath, she just keeps getting bigger and bigger. It doesn't matter, though, 'cause she's gonna be a nun, and carry those tits into a convent, where I guess they'll just dry up and shrivel. Seems like kind of a waste to me." "Next, its Mary Lou's turn. Now, Carlita looks like my mom, slender and pretty with red hair. Mary Lou and I take after Dad- dark and a little on the stocky side. Mary Lou doesn't start as early as Carlita, but she sure makes up for lost time. She grew four cup sizes in the seventh grade, and I remember my father hollering at the dinner table that he was sick of spending so much money on underware for girls when all they were going to do was outgrow it." "Mary Lou, now, she's not as religious as Carlita, so she has a little more fun with her big boobs. She never was much on having a steady boyfriend. 'Why eat just one kind of food when you've got a key to the store?', she always said. But when everything's added up, she's not as wild as I am. She's a lot of fun. You'll have to meet her." "So - I grow up thinking its gonna be my turn next. But sixth grade comes and goes, then seventh, then eighth, and -nothing! Well, you can call this nothing if you like. I'm not flat- chested, thank God, but to live in the same house with two dairy queens like my sisters can give you a bit of a complex if you let it." "Fortunately, I have other ass-ets, so I'm never hurting for three-legged bed warmers, if you know what I mean. Seems like I'm the horny one in the family, though. I lost my cherry at eleven to one of my brother's friends, and its been pretty much go-go-go since then, until I came to this nunnery, that is." "One day, I'm planning a 'quince' for my best friend Marsha Sanchez. That's a big birthday party they throw for Cuban girls when they turn fifteen. It supposed to mean you can shave your legs now, and go out with boys, but mostly its to show off the family money. My brother Marty comes bursting in telling me he's seen some girl and wants her invited to the party. He says he's seen her at school." "'Who is she?', I ask, thinking maybe I've met her as well." "'She doesn't go to our school, Sher', he replies, 'she goes to the school behind us.'" " 'The grade school? Palm Avenue?' The idiot nods his head." "I gotta see this little slut, so I go around to the front of the school, and sure enough, when school gets out, this absolutely ravishing girl comes walking out - long brown hair, big brown eyes, huge breasts. Another girl, just as beautiful, just as stacked, comes running up to join her. She has curly red hair and green eyes, and, of course, huge breasts. I ask around, and find out their names. They're sisters - Amanda Quinteros is the one my brother's in love with, and Blair Reilly is her sister - half sister, though." "I talk Marsha into inviting them to the party. They're just the kind of girls you want at a party- quiet and shy and gorgeous enough to lather up the boys to the point where they're worth something in bed later. My brother loses it over Amanda, and an- other dickhead friend of my brother's is losing it over Blair. They get 'em cornered in the rec room, and I think they were get- ting ready to fuck 'em when Mary Lou shows up and kidnaps them out to the cottage for the week." "My dickhead brother and his dickhead friend come babbling up with some wild story about Amanda and her sister, how their breasts grew. 'I was holding it in my hand, Sher', he babbled, 'and I swear to God! I saw it grow!' It took me a week or so to get out to the cottage to check things out, but sure enough, my brother wasn't lying." I caught Amanda playing with herself in one of the bedrooms. She had gotten very large, and was about three or four times as big as she was when I first saw her. Her titties woulda filled a mop- bucket easy. We went to a strip joint together, and she grew right out of the front of her blouse. It was awesome! The crowd almost rioted, and the manager sent us back to the cottage in his own car. Amanda's tits were so big by this time that she couldn't fit in the front seat." "Later that night, she came downstairs when Marsha and I were talking. Said she had milk in her big titties and needed it sucked out. When I saw the milk standing at the tips of her nip- ples, a compulsion came over me, and I had to suck it. It came it great gushes out of Amanda's tits, and so much came out that I thought I was going to choke. Marsha was sucking too, and be- tween the both of us, I think we drank Amanda dry. It wasn't easy. She must have had gallons." "Anyway, we fell asleep, and when we woke up, Amanda was gone! We looked everywhere for her, but her whole family had vanished - her, her sister, her mother, her sister's boyfriend, and her grandmother. But, it was time for me to come up here, so I never learned any more about it." "But ever since that night, I've been able to do this..." The room grew suddenly dark as Sherrie blocked the light coming in form the windows. Then, she began conjuring little dancing points of light in the center of the room, red, blue and yellow. As she added more, they began to swirl in kaleidoscopic patterns. "Wow!", said Missy. "This is incredible!" "Tell anyone outside this cabin, Dairy Queen, and you're dead meat!", Sherrie warned. The swirl of lights, coalesced, and the purple began to predominate. A green center began to form in the pattern of lights, and the whole cloud took on a familiar shape. "I love you, you love me...", the cloud began to sing. Veronica convulsed with laughter. "Sherrie, make Ren and Stimpy!" The Barney-cloud dissolved, replaced by two smaller, more frenet- ic clouds. "Happy, happy! Joy,joy!", they sang. Then they too disappeared into the random swirl. Finally, two sardonic figures appeared in front of Missy. "Hey, babe! Nice tits! Heh-heh- heh-heh!" Missy shrieked with delight. "Butthead, my heart!", she screamed, reaching out to embrace him. But her arm passed harm- lessly through the figure as through empty air. The illusions blinked out. "They're just points of light, Missy", remarked Sherrie. "Like a projection on a movie screen." "Sherrie! You're a witch!", exclaimed the totally-impressed Mis- sy. "Nah. I'm a Catholic", she replied.