Dr Hooters Part XXX The flag exercise hadn't gone as well as Mrs. Vanderleer had hoped. The two tallest girls at the Academy, Veronica Talbot and Melissa Mellon should have been in the lead on Dark Prancer and Jolly Roger, but Veronica had taken ill suddenly and Melissa got into that ridiculous fight in the chow line that morning... So she was stuck with Amy Parmenter, who rode like a sack of sug- ar, and Beth Franklin, who didn't know one end of a horse from another. What a mess. She leaned over the corral and looked in- to the sky. She saw three figures silhouettedagainst the top of the hill. It looked as if they were close by, but very indis- tinct. No, they had crossed the top of the hill, and were coming down towards the corral. If they were as far as they appeared to be, they were very tall indeed, maybe better than seven feet. From where she stood, it also appeared that the middle half of the two figures was missing. Her blood froze as she realized the truth. Here came the ban- ished trio; Missy, Sherrie, and Veronica, somehow stretched to over seven feet and swollen beyond belief. The shadows of their immense breasts, grown to Brobdingnagian proportions, covered the whole middle half of their bodies, from their navels to their knees. Thus, it appeared from a distance that their midsections were missing. The other girls looked up as well, transfixed. The giantesses were almost to the corral now, and could be seen clearly. The despised Veronica, the mistreated Sherrie, and the ridiculed Mis- sy had somehow grown to epic proportions. Some of the younger girls started crying. Amy and Beth dismounted, furling their flags and trembling with fear. Sherrie walked up to the fence of the corral, and leaned her huge breasts on the top rail. "Where's Silversheen?", she demanded. "He's been hurt!" Beth Franklin burst into tears. "I was riding him, Sherrie. My God, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..." Sherrie stepped over the corral fence easily, and walked up to Beth in the center of the ring. She towered over the terrified girl by at least two feet, and her massive breasts seemed poised to crush her like a bug. "Bring Silversheen to me!", she com- manded. Missy stood watching this performance. She was aroused by the size and power of her new body, by walking around naked with the breezes blowing over her vast new breasts, by the looks of fear in the eyes of her former tormenters. She saw Maureen O'Connor, the girl who had made fun of her in the line that morning, cower- ing against the corral fence. She walked over to her, bent over and thrust her mighty tits into Maureen's face. "Make fun of these, Maureen!", she taunted. "You haven't got enough sweaters between the whole bunch of you to fill out a pair like these!" Maureen began to sob, retreating in terror from Missy's avalanche of tit-flesh. Beth Franklin had scurried off to the barn and was now returning with the injured Silversheen. The poor horse was limping badly, but he perked up upon recognizing Sherrie. "There are certain things I want to tell you all. Mrs. Vander- leer! Are you here!" Maxine Vanderleer stepped out from the gaggle of girls and stood erect before the angry Sherrie. "I most certainly **am** here, Miss Rodriguez, and I would like to know what you mean by this display. Some of these girls are terrified. No matter how big you've gotten, you are still under my authority, as I have as- sured your parents!" "I've got no quarrel with you, Mrs. Vanderleer. I just want us to be released from the Academy until we can contact our parents and let them know about the changes we have experienced. The on- ly thing we ask of you is that you continue to allow us room and board, and allow us free access to town for purchase of such ma- terials as our growth has rendered necessary." "I see no problem with that, Miss Rodriguez", replied Mrs. Van- derleer, "as long as I am fully compensated for my losses." "My father will gladly pay for my entire time here. I am only sorry he was so seriously mistaken in thinking that the Academy was a place where I could learn to behave like a respectable, civilized young woman. Since my arrival, I have been mocked and ridiculed for my accent, my Cuban heritage of which I am justly proud, and my city. My two friends here as well have suffered, Veronica for being black, and Missy for being too large for her age." "This will stop immediately. As you see, we are all three of us quite large now, and fully capable of defending ourselves. In the future, It would behoove you, Mrs. Vanderleer, to pay a lit- tle attention to what your girls are doing." Mrs. Vanderleer looked darkly at Amy and Beth, who shrugged their shoulders. Veronica stared in awe at her friend. Sherrie was handling her- self very well, and within minutes had received Mrs. Vanderleer's enthusiastic approval of their entire plan. The guest house was to placed at their disposal, along with one of the Academy's Cherokees at 35 dollars a day, and Silversheen was given to Sher- rie's custody pending her father's purchase of the fine animal. "These other girls don't know how to handle him, Sherrie", she agreed reluctantly, "at least with you taking care of him, I know he'll be well treated." That night, Sherrie, Veronica, and Missy settled into the luxuri- ous guest cabin, whose king-sized beds accommodated them far more comfortably than the now-postage-stamp-sized beds in the girls' cabins. Mrs. Vanderleer, having run the girls' credit cards through a scanner, and secure in the knowledge that none of the Academy's property would be uncompensated for in case of an acci- dent, placed a fine 1995 Jeep Grand Cherokee at the three girls' disposal. "Now, Veronica's the only one of you with an unrestricted driv- er's license, so she's the only one I want driving, OK?", Mrs. Vanderleer warned them. When the sun went down, Sherrie dropped the illusion of their clothing, and the three of them stood once again in their awesome nudity. Veronica rubbed the sides of her immense breasts with her hands. Straining, she was just able to touch the thick, erect nipple at the tip, and she couldnt get her thumb and forefinger all the way around it. "I wonder if we're gonna milk up like you did, Sher- rie-berry. It'd be some hell if all three of us started gushing like fountains." Sherry shrugged. "I still got enough milk to change all the girls in this camp if I wanted too. I'm not going to, though. These little biddies don't deserve it." She waved her arms and instantly appeared clothed in a t-shirt and jeans. "I'm going to check on Silversheen." Finding Silversheen relaxing on a bed of hay in the stable, Sher- ry took his massive head onto her breast. Not many girls have breasts larger than a horse's head, thought Sherrie, but I do. Silversheen whinnied and awoke. "No, no, boy", Sherrie whispered, "don't try to get up. You're hurt too badly." Silversheen kept trying to get up until Sherrie maneuvered around so that her left nipple was near the horse's mouth. The grey stallion clamped down on it and began nursing. Sherrie roared. "That tickles, boy! Cut it out!" But as hard as she tried to push him away, Silversheen seemed determined to get a drink off of Sherrie. Also, Sherrie felt a deep rumbling and a surge in- side her mighty breasts as Silversheen kept suckling. Soon, her other breast was leaking milk onto the floor of the stable, and a small white puddle began to form. Dark Prancer, a chestnut mare, ambled up and nuzzled Sherrie's right breast. "OK, OK", said Sherrie, "so you horses want your share, too. Can't do you any harm, I suppose." The horses weren't as gentle as Missy and Veronica had been, but they were just as thirsty. Silversheen and Dark Prancer slurped and suckled while Sherrie's bountiful breasts kept gushing milk. Sherrie was lying prone on the stable floor now with the two horses nibbling and suckling on the fat nipples of her immense, milky breasts. The stimulation of the rough horse-tongues on her thick nipples made her feel more than a little horny, and she was surprised when she started to lubricate. The grey stallion, after about fifteen minutes of steady nursing, seemed t have had enough, and, to Sherrie's delight and surprise, he stood right up and ambled out of his stall without so much as a limp. He returned a moment later with Diamond Girl, an Ap- paloosa mare. Diamond Girl snuffled about for a while, found the teat that Silversheen had vacated, and attached herself to it. Sherrie stroked the side of Diamond Girl's thick mane as she suckled. "That's it girl! You want some too. Well, Sherrie's got a lot. Seems Silversheen wants you in on it, so drink up, girl!" After a while, Dark Prancer took a break, and Silversheen took another turn at Sherrie's right breast. Then Diamond Girl gave way to Dark Prancer. All three horses took turns until they had had their fill. Sherrie was still gushing milk when the three of them marched out of the stall, out of the stable, and into the corral. Sherrie followed them, her mammoth tits swaying and leaking milk all over the corral floor. In the moonlight, she didn't even bother to maintain the illusion of dress, as it appeared the horses weren't fooled by it anyway. It was hard to see in the pale moonlight, but it seemed to Sher- rie that Silversheen had grown slightly since his little drink. Good, she thought. At my present size, he wouldn't have made much more than a pony for me. Silversheen was indeed growing, as were the mares. He grew until he was able to step right over the corral fence into the open field. The horse snorted, and the two mares followed him, both now large enough to step easily over the corral fence. As soon as they got out into the open field, Diamond Girl fell on her front hooves and presented herself to Silversheen, who mounted her and began pumping her furiously. "I know, Silver", Sherrie encouraged him. "I feel the same way." Silversheen finished with Diamond Girl, and began humping Dark Prancer with the same fury. The night air was full of the sound and scent of horse-passion, and Sherrie hoped that Mrs. Vander- leer wouldn't be coming down to see what was going on. His passion spent on the two mares, Silversheen began galloping furiously about the field. Sherrie noticed two little lumps growing on his back, which became more and more prominent as the stallion ran. The two mares began to gallop furiously as well, and Sherrie could see the same two little humps forming on their backs as they had on Silversheen's. Suddenly, a great white pair of wings emerged from the humps on either side of Silversheen's back. They grew and grew until they were four or five times the size of the stallion. As he ran, Silversheen began to beat the air with his new wings, and he flew off into the night sky. Alighting next to the astonished Sherrie, the stallion whinnied. Sherrie climbed up onto the stallion's powerful back, and in a moment, they were aloft, Silversheen pumping his powerful wings in the cool night air, and Sherrie holding onto his mane in ter- ror and delight. She looked down over the moonlit landscape from Silversheen's broad back. The lights of Mercer twinkled off in the distance, and Sherrie could see the buildings of the Academy far below. She wept with sheer joy, burying her face deep in Silversheen's mane, the night wind whipping through her short dark hair. Two small bird-like forms began climbing toward them, and soon they were joined by the proud mares Diamond Girl and Dark Prancer, who had grown wings of their own, and were delightedly trying them out. "I wish I could fly you to Miami, Silver!", Sherrie whispered in- to Silversheen's ear. "Wouldn't my sisters be astounded." Silversheen and the mares flew high over Bald Top Mountain, and over the dark, forbidding forest beyond. Mercer was at the edge of a National Forest Reserve, and as such, was fairly well iso- lated. There wasn't any other sign of habitation within view. Circling around, they sped through the air, returning to the Academy. Silently, noiselessly, Silversheen and the two mares hit the ground galloping, folded their wings, and trotted back to the stable. Sherrie stood in silent wonder smoothing the great pinions of Silversheen's folded wings. They were as soft as bird feathers, but much, much larger. She struggled to remember the name of the flying horse in the Greek story. "Good night, Pegasus", she whispered softly, just remembering to clothe herself again with the illusion of the t-shirt and blue jeans. Her eyes were still watering when she shook Missy and Veronica awake. "I think we can return the keys to the Cherokee, Ronnie. Wait'll you two see how we're going to town tomorrow!!!"