Dr Hooters - Pt XL by the Road Dog THE CASTAWAY Scotty sank under the waves again, and Amanda could no longer reach him and still maintain her grip on the capsized motorboat. Frightened beyond measure by the ferocity of the wind whipping against her, and the waves pounding the small craft, Amanda mar- shalled her forces and broadcast to the shore: --helphelphelp boydrowning! pleasehelp comequick notime -- Then, reaching deeply into Scotty's unconscious brain, she shut down all non-necessary functions. Slowing his heartbeat to prac- tically nothing, she lessened his need for respiration. Lowering his basal metabolism was harder- she wasn't familiar enough with her strange new abilities to get it right on the first try. When she was finished, though, Scotty was just barely alive, and the water wouldn't be able to do him much more damage. He was as likely to survive as she was, and, judging from the intensity of the mental static in the background, they weren't more than a couple of miles from shore. It wouldn't be long before she was in Scotty's shoes anyway, she thought. The boat had taken on a lot of water, and it was sink- ing rapidly. Soon, there'd be another wreck on the shallow bot- tom for divers to investigate. Her enormous breasts bobbed in the water on either side of her. At least these float, she thought with relief. I probably couldn't sink if I tried. The next wave broke Amanda's grip on the sinking boat and washed her clear. To her delight, she found that, indeed, her oversized breasts served as built-in flotation devices, keeping her head well out of the water. She relaxed, breathing deeply when she could, letting the pressure of the wind and waves against her great buoy-like breasts steer her towards shore. I'm going to make it!, she thought with relief. I'm going to make it. ****************************** Tropical Storm Henry, eighth of the season, made landfall late that afternoon just north of Century Beach, lashing the Flagler County coastline with gale force winds and heavy rains. Fortu- nately, no damage was sustained, and the power went out only briefly, which made for a splendid hurricane party at 1401 Ocean Drive, summer residence of, among others, Karen Pollock. Actually, only Karen's name was on the lease, but, as there were six bedrooms, ample space for cots, and large, overstuffed sofa- beds in the living room, there were always lots of girls coming and going, staying for a week, two weeks, a month. Karen passed the hat for the rent at the beginning of each month, prorated against each girl's length of stay and use of house resources. The week of the storm, though, saw an increase in traffic. Three of Karen's old buddies from their senior year cheerleading squad, Chrissy Simmons, Courtney Penrose, and Susie Kim, had moved in. Tarah Williams, a light-skinned Jamaican girl Karen had met working part-time at the Corona Real resort had the at- tic, and Ginny Marshall a girl from Iowa and a friend of Susan's, had the basement. In addition, Candy Ogden, a thirty-two year old secretary from the county clerk's office, was staying with them as well. An ac- quaintance of Karen's parents, Candy was going through a messy divorce from her husband Bruce, and had begged one of the back bedrooms for herself and her nine year old daughter Ashley. The arrangement was especially beneficial for little Ashley, who adored all her new 'aunties', and was soon spoiled absolutely rotten. Everyone was home for the hurricane party. Candy had strung lanterns on the front porch. Chrissy and Courtney brought raw oysters and beer from work in a giant tub filled with ice. Tarah, somehow, had found a great load of firewood, which Karen and Susie stacked next to the fireplace, much to Ashley's de- light. Fireplaces were rare in Florida, and only the older hous- es had them. By the time the storm hit, the young women had a merry blaze crackling, and they roasted hot dogs and marshmallows over the embers well into the evening. Henry was a mild storm, as storms went. He packed nothing close to the ferocity of Andrew, which had devastated parts of Florida several years earlier, but the somber, leaden clouds rolling in off the ocean, and the quick gusts of wind, the salt tang in the air, the dropping pressure, excited and elated the girls as they finished their preparations. Hurricanes are brief things, though. Henry moved inland, batter- ing the interiors of Flagler and Clay counties before he moved up into Georgia, spending himself at last against the battlements of the southern Appalachians in a great torment of wind and rain. One by one, the exhausted denizens of 1401 Ocean Drive drifted off to bed and sleep, and the stars peeped in at last through the rents in the clouds. At two o' clock in the morning, Karen was just finishing the clean up when she heard a scratch at the front door. It sounded like some sort of animal, seeking refuge from the last stray gusts and showers of the storm, and she went to investigate. Karen opened the door, and a naked girl tumbled inside and col- lapsed on the living room rug. The girl was covered in sand from head to toe, as if she had dragged herself up from the beach, but that wasn't the most unusual thing about this surprise guest. The girl on the living room rug had the largest breasts Karen had ever seen on any human female. Sprawled on either side of the girl's slender torso, her bean-bag sized breasts dwarfed her head. Instinctively, Karen clutched her own chest at the sight of such abundance, when she heard words forming in her head. --nicelady you karenpollocknice amandascared almostdied-- Karen jumped back in surprise. "How do you know my name?", she shouted. "S-s-sorry", whispered the girl. "M-m-my num's M-M-M-unduh. Uh cun't tuhlk. Wattuh, to drink, please." Karen ran to the kitchen to get the girl a glass of water. re- turning, she saw that the girl had pulled herself up into sitting position. The girl's mammoth breasts covered her entire lap, and her legs were covered well past her knees. Taking the glass of water from Karen thankfully, she drained it in a single gulp. "Thanks", the girl grunted. "Do you have anything stronger to drink?" "Like what?", Karen asked. "You know, stronger", replied the stranger. Karen came back with a bottle of whiskey and a small tumbler. The strange girl took the bottle from Karen and upended it, draining it in a matter of moments. "Hey!", shouted Karen. "Watch it! That's potent stuff!" "Oh", replied the strange big-breasted girl. "Don't worry. I can't get drunk. That sure cleaned out my throat, though. Feel like I can breathe again." The girl took a deep breath, and her titanic breasts lifted up off the floor as she inhaled. "Help me up, please." Grabbing the girl's outstretched hand, Karen pulled her to her feet. She was surprised to see that the girl was shorter than she herself was, about five-four, but her breasts were much, much larger than they appeared when they were flattened against the floor. "I got big tits", said the girl apologetically. "Sorry," Karen blushed. "Nothing to be ashamed of, really. You can't help it, I imagine." Karen put her arm around the girl's slender waist. "Here", she whispered. "Let me help you over to the spare sofa." While brushing the sand off of her, Karen continued to be as- tounded at the massive girth and sheer size of her uninvited guest's breasts. She couldn't even lift one with one hand, and the girl had to lift each one with both hands while Karen brushed the underside with a towel to scrape off the sand. After pulling the bed out of the sofa, Karen went off to find some clothes for her. I'm not likely to find anything that'll fit her on top, she thought, but she shouldn''t be too hard to fit on the bottom. She returned with an oversized t-shirt that belonged to Tarah, and a pair of Sue-Kim's jogging pants. The girl wrestled into the jogging pants easily, but the t-shirt, even after an epochal struggle, couldn't be forced over the vast expanse of the girl's swelling breasts. "Too small", the girl said sadly, passing the shirt back to Karen. Karen stared at the shirt in her hand. You could fit three of me in this shirt, she thought, and this little cow can't even use it as a halter top. Karen covered the girl up with a blanket, and saw that she ap- peared quite small and vulnerable once you covered up her majes- tic, intimidating tits. She passed her hand through the girl's thick black hair. "Just how did you get here, Miss?" Struggling against sleep, the girl began to tell the most incred- ible story. Karen fought back disbelief as it unfolded. She turned out the light and trudged off to bed shaking her head, trying to figure out what she'd tell the rest of the girls in the morning.