Dr. Hooters Part XXVII Dropping her block on the windows, Sherrie let the midday light back into the cabin. All three girls blinked their eyes. Veron- ica looked out the window and looked woozily out. "I don't think we're gonna be bothered for the rest of the day. They're all off at the stables is my guess." She dug around under her bed and pulled out a baggie full of a leafy green vegetable. "Best reefer in Virginia", she declared, "I've been saving it for a day like today. Care to join me?" Her slender fingers skill- fully rolled up a fat joint. Sherrie provided the honors with the tip of her finger, and before long, the cabin was full of the thick, sweet, pungent aroma. Missy passed the joint to Sherrie, who took a long, practiced pull. She felt the smoke penetrate deep into her lungs, and as she exhaled, she felt an extraordinary tingle start in her ex- tremities. "This's good stuff, 'Ronnie! One-toke-stoney, or am I just a buzz-head?" "Must hit you quicker, Sherrie", replied Veronica, taking another hit. "I don't feel anything yet." "Me either", seconded Missy. "I'm tingling all over, but it doesn't feel, well, the same.", Sherrie added. "I wonder if its the pot, or something else!" The tingling in Sherrie's extremities moved up her legs and arms, then down her trunk. Before long, her whole body was suffused with a warm hum that was less like a pot high than it was like a current of low-grade electricity flowing through her. Her shoes felt tight. Taking another hit, Missy passed the joint back to Sherrie. It had burned down about halfway, and she took another tug, drawing the smoke deep into the recesses of her lungs. The tingling in- creased, and she felt the pounding of her heart in her throat and in her wrists as she passed the joint to Veronica. She pulled down on the hem of her shorts, and was surprised to find that the ankle-straps on her shoes had snapped. Her halter top felt con- stricting, and when Sherrie reached down to adjust it, she found that there was considerably more of her there than when she had put it on. "Holy Mother of God!", screamed Sherrie, "I'm growing!" Her shorts by now were uncomfortably tight, and her waist-band felt like a constricting band of steel around her growing waist. "The pot triggered it! I'm growing!" Veronica and Missy watched in amazement as Sherrie began to ex- pand right before their eyes. Sherrie dug at the hasp on her belt, and got it free just as the button on her shorts popped away and went scatting across the floor. B-b-br-r-up! ripped her zipper as her body continued to grow. Sherrie's expanding bust began to dig into her halter top, pulling it away from her chest wall, and stretching it across the front slightly. By now, Veronica and Missy could see the bottoms of Sherrie's breasts as they peeped out from under her top. Imprisoned in her shorts now like a sausage in a skin, Sherrie tried to peel them off. The bottom third of her breasts were poking out from underneath the halter top as they grew. The tape she had used to support them had broken in three places, and Sherrie peeled it away carefully. "Quick! Ronnie! Roll me about three more joints!", Sherrie com- manded. "This is important!" Veronica, astounded, rolled one, two, three joints in succession, and passed them to Sherrie, who lit the first one and drew the smoke deep into her lungs. With each draw, Sherrie grew. She kicked her useless heels across the floor, and managed to get her shorts opened. She pulled off her halter top to reveal that her breasts, once about the size of golf balls, had swollen to about the size of large oranges. Sherrie took another drag, and Missy and Veronica gasped as Sherrie's breasts responded by visibly crawling down her chest, the shadows enlarging across her abdomen as they grew out and obscured more of the light. Sherrie massaged her growing boobs lovingly. "Finally! Final- ly!", she whispered. "How big do you think they'll get, Sher- rie?", asked Missy, trembling. Sherrie took another long pull on the first joint. "Oh, they'll get lots bigger, Missy. I'm already bigger than Veronica, and I'm gonna be lots bigger than you. In fact, hand me your bra, the pink one." Missy handed over her bra and Sherrie struggled to her feet. Veronica and Missy gasped again when they saw that Sherrie was now as tall as they were. Veronica got up off the bed and stood next to Sherrie. "Sherrie-berry", she said, "you used to come up to my collarbone here. Now, my Lord! we're eye-to-eye! You must have grown six or seven inches in the last five minutes!" Joint in her mouth, Sherrie pulled Missy's bra on. Missy's capa- cious cups emptily flopped loosely on Sherrie's chest as her bo- som was still too small to fill them up properly. "I'm gonna bust right through this bitch!", Sherrie boasted, "Just watch me!" She took another long drag on the joint, and instantly shot up another two inches or so, looking out now over the top of Veroni- ca's head. Missy's bra took shape as Sherrie's expanding chest began to fill it out. Sherrie took another hit. V-v-v-z-z-z-it, went her shorts, as small rips began in the hems of the sides. She now topped Veronica by a head or better. "Look!", Sherrie boasted, "I've filled up your bra, Missy! Now watch me bust out of it!" It was true. The once flat-chested Sherrie had grown to quite respectable proportions, and Missy's large bra was now a perfect fit. Taking a last drag on the dying joint, Sherrie wrapped her tongue around it and swallowed it. B-b-b-r-r-ru-u-p. The rip in her shorts widened, and Missy's bra stretched out and flattened against Sherrie's expanding chest. The bra was more than full, as there was a considerable amount of cleavage brimming over above the cups. Sherrie lit the other joint, and took another hit. Breast tissue continued to pudge up around the tops and the sides of the cups, and two small crescents of breast-flesh ap- peared under the cups as Sherrie's expanding breasts pushed Mis- sy's bra up and out from her chest. "Look, Missy!", Sherrie gloated, "I'm bigger 'n' you are now! Imagine that!" She cupped her hands under her growing mams and rejoiced to see that they overflowed her palms. Taking another hit off the second joint, Sherrie found that Missie's bra was now stretching tightly across her breasts, and that a lot of tit was visible from both above and beneath. The side straps were begin- ning to feel uncomfortably tight. "More! More!", Sherrie gasped, taking a deep pull on the second joint. Her shorts, now nothing more than four sections of cloth connected at the waistband, exploded away as she grew towards the ceiling. Her breasts, growing faster, strained and tugged at Missy's increasingly inadequate bra. The cups covered only about a third of Sherrie's soccer-ball sized breasts by now, and the straps were digging deeply into her shoulders. She inhaled deeply again, and the top of her head brushed against the ceiling. Her tits pushed forward against the restraint of Missy's bra, pulling it yet further away from Sherrie's ribs. Breast flesh was pouring copiously out the sides and tops, and underneath the tormented bra, and yet Sherrie kept growing. "How big do you think I am now, girls? Missy, what are you packing? A D-cup?" "D-d-double D, Sherrie", Missy answered, "and you've grown right out of it. You're huge!" "Grow, titties, grow!", yelled Sherrie, as her breasts again pushed hard against Missy's bra, snapping the shoulder straps. By now, Missy's bra was just a narrowing band against Sherrie's growing, swelling tits. "At least I dont seem to be getting any taller, girls.", she said, balancing herself against the ceiling with her hand. Her panties began to rip away as an odd bulge be- gan to push against them. Sherrie took a final draw from the second joint. Her boobs heaved out against Missy''s bra, now only a pink line cutting deeply into the growing mass of Sherrie''s tit-flesh, not even obscuring Sherrie''s now-immense, swollen nipples. Her dinner- plate-size, dark areolae blossomed on either side of the angry red chafe caused by the brassiere''s constriction. "Its time I got rid of this little inconvenience", Sherrie laughed as she threw her shoulders back, and her mighty tits snapped Missy''s bra like a piece of dental floss. "Big girls like me don't need little bras like this!" ""There!"", boasted Sherrie triumphantly, ""I told you I''d grow right through it!"" ""You''re still growing, Sherrie!"", exclaimed Veronica. Sherrie looked down. Sure enough. Her breasts, which now ob- scured about a third of her field of vision as she looked toward the floor, continued to grow and expand like slowly filling water balloons. They pushed out against her arms as they continued to swell outward. Sherrie found that she could reach the tip of her nipples now only with great difficulty, and that the bottoms of her breasts were pushing down to just above her navel. "My God!", Sherrie laughed, "This feels great!" She swung her giant breasts back and forth in a great arc. The bed creaked with the effort, and Sherrie felt herself almost pulled off the cot with the inertia of her huge new tits. "Thank you, thank you, Amanda!" Grabbing great handfuls of breast-flesh with both hands, Sherrie lifted them sky-ward. She was able to hoist them well over her head. ""Now these are some tits!"", she gloated. ""Missy, if those little bitches gave you trouble about having big tits, wait till they see these howzas! They''ll fucking faint!"" Missy pointed to the large bulge in Sherrie''s panties. "Sher- rie", she asked, "What''s that bulge down there?" Sherrie pulled her panties off. ""I dunno, girls. I can''t see it over my tits, but I can feel it. It feels kinda like a dick." Veronica stared at Sherrie''s crotch. "I can see it. Its not a dick, Sherrie. I don''t know what it is." Sherrie reached under her huge new breasts and touched the strange new appendage. It was about four inches long and about as wide as three of her fingers. ""Its growing!"", said Missy. Sherry felt it grow in her hand. It pushed out through her fin- gers until she could just see it over the tops of her breasts. Then it snaked its way up and out, the tip flattening like a co- bra''s hood as it lengthened. Finally, at about three feet in length, it stopped growing. ""I think it used to be my clit"", explained Sherrie, ""but I can move it now. Watch!"" She waved her strange new appendage back and forth like a palm branch. "Its swishing like a cat''s tail, Sherrie!"", giggled Missy, who reached out a hand and touched it. Both Sherrie and Missy were stunned at the almost galvanic shock that ran through both of them when Missy touched it. ""Wow!"", cried Missy, ""That packs a punch!"" Sherrie touched her new member gingerly. As she rubbed the un- derside of the shaft, she felt waves of delight shudder down be- tween her legs, and she knew she was beginning to lubricate. She maneuvered the tip of the appendage up until she could tickle the tip of her left nipple with it. Her pussy was soaking now with her juices, and her breath started to come in short pants as she flicked the tip of her new plaything across the surface of her immense breasts. Pointing it in Veronica's direction, Sherry gloated. "I bet I could do you with it, Ronnie, and I bet you'd love it!" Veronica responded by opening her lush mouth and taking in the first four inches of Sherrie's new member. "Aauggh", she coughed, as she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her en- tire body. Each time she moved her tongue across a field of bumps on the tip of the blade, Veronica felt a new surge of sex- ual energy flow into her. Feeling Veronica's growing passion as her own, Sherrie pulled her new appendage out of her friend's mouth. She found that she could make the whole shaft fold in on itself, and crawl back into a small sheath that had formed at the opening of her vagina. "Hey, what'dya do that for, Sherrie?", complained Veronica. "That felt good as hell!" "We'll save it for later, Ronnie dear, Missy my heart", Sherrie responded. "Right now, I've got other plans for us!" Lighting the third joint, Sherrie inhaled deeply. "You can''t possibly be wanting to get bigger, Sherrie", scolded Veronica. ""This isn't''t for me, Ronnie"", answered Sherrie, who sat down on her bed. Her swollen tits now covered her whole lap, and the bed creaked with her added weight. I must weigh close to three hundred pounds now, she thought as she pulled her new appendage out of its sheath again and swished it in the air in front of her. The other two girls watched in silence as the enormous Sherrie inhaled the third and final joint. Feeling a tightness grow in her newly-swollen breasts, Sherrie knew her plans had come to fruition. She felt a swirling and a washing of intense pleasure flow over her, and penetrate her to the tips of her now-gigantic tits. It was if she was filling, filling. The tightness grew, her nipples swelled, and became erect, now fully four inches long and least two wide. Breathing the pot smoke deeply into her lungs, Sherrie felt the tightness increase, until it became a physical pain at the tips of her breasts, as though she was holding back a reservoir of piss in her immense breasts. "I can feel it coming, girls", she warned, "so, get ready." Swish, swish- the tip of her new ap- pendage flicked back in forth in front of her like the tail of an anxious cat. SSSPphht! Sherrie took another long pull on the joint. "I don't know how long I'll be able to keep this up, darlings", Sherrie explained. "My tits feel like they're going to explode!" Taking a final pull on the last joint, Sherrie swallowed the stub, and her huge breasts erupted with milk, two torrents pour- ing out from the tips of her nipples, thoroughly soaking Veronica and Missy. She tucked her protuberance back into its sheath in her vagina. She stood to her full height, lifted her vast milky breasts, still gushing milk prodigously, and looked invitingly at Veronica and Missy. "Come and get it, girls!", she said huskily. "Its goddess time!"