Dr Hooters - Pt XLIII by the Road Dog ASHLEY Candy's daughter Ashley was a bright star in Amanda's darkening firmament. The nine-year old was insatiably curious about Amanda, and almost never left her side except when her mother made her. Ashley kept wondering what made Amanda so different from the oth- er grown-up ladies she knew. The words she used when Ashley and she were talking together alone weren't the sort of words a grown-up would use. No, they were kid-words. Also, Amanda seemed so much better informed about Ashley's fa- vorite television programs, her favorite musical groups, the lat- est trends in clothing and hair styles, than even the best- informed grown-up. "Damn, Amanda", Ashley told her as the two of them were relaxing in the back yard early one evening. "If you weren't so big, I'd swear you were just a kid like me!" Amanda blew a puff of cigarette smoke across the yard towards the tall wooden fence that surrounded the cottage and gave it such priceless privacy. "I am, Ashley", she confessed. "Truth is, you're older than I am." "Not even! You're at least nine- teen. I can tell. Probably more like twenty-two!" To Ashley's way of thinking, this was like being ready for Social Security. "I'm only eight years old, Ashley. I'll be nine in August, though." Amanda took another drag on the cigaratte and passed it conspiratorily to Ashley, who dragged on it like a veteran. "Go ON!", shouted Ashley. "Eight year old kids don't have tit- ties like yours. Shit, even mine are just beginning to come out." She indicated her undeveloped chest, where her nipples were just beginning to bud. "Your nipples are bigger than all these other ladies' tits in this house." "Well, I don't have to convince you, you know. No one else will believe me, either, and its a lot easier being a grown-up. You get to stay up late, drink, smoke, swear, and talk about guys." Amanda rubbed the sides of her mammoth breasts, each one easily half the size of Ashley's whole body. "I'd rather have you be- lieve me, though. It'd be nice to have someone I could be a kid around." Ashley's eyes narrowed. "Who's the buffest of the Power Rangers?" "Billy", Amanda replied. "No contest." "Who's Danielle's boyfriend on Last House on the Block?", Ashley continued the catechism. "Rodney. And he's so FINE!", laughed Amanda. "He almost dropped her for Jessica, you know, last show of the season, but Harley told him what Jessica thought about Murphy, and he went back to Danielle." "Who was Macarena's boyfriend", Ashley continued, referring to a Cuban disco song that became an improbable crossover hit a couple of summers previously. It was a much sexier song than pre- teenagers had any business listening to, so, naturally, it was wildly popular among them as well. "Nicolino", replied Amanda, correctly. "EEEEEeeee!", shouted Ashley. "I've got one! No grown-up would ever NEVER know this one! What's the absolutely, positively, most grossest thing they serve in the school cafeteria?" "Grosser than ham-and-cheese sandwiches", asked Amanda. "EEE-e-ew-w-w!", Ashley responded with acute disgust. "No, even grosser than that." Amanda laughed. "Has to be Mystery Meat, then", she countered, referring to a dish that was served as a greyish slab from time to time. "No. Grosser even than that. C'mon, Amanda." "Creamed beef on toast!!!", shouted Amanda triumphantly. "EEEEE-e-e-e-w-w-w-w-www! Barf buckets!", shouted both girls simultaneously. Ashley threw her arms around Amanda's neck. "I believe you", she said quietly. "What's it like being grown- up?" Amanda lit another cigarette, took a puff and passed it to Ash- ley. "I don't know, really. My tits got big at the end of the school year last year, but then I was kidnapped, and held prison- er for, oh what is it now, June twentieth, twenty-first? I was held prisoner for at least two or three weeks. That's when my tits got really, really big, like they are now." "Kidnapped?" "Yeah, my whole family got kidnapped. I haven't been able to find my sister, my mother or my grandmother. When we escaped from the lady who kidnapped me, we ran into a storm, and I got washed up here. I think it has something to do with our tits, mine and my sister Blair's. She got real big too, big- ger 'n me." "We?", Ashley asked. "Who's we?" "Me and this boy", answered Amanda. "His name was Scotty, and he was the nephew of the lady who kidnapped me. He got big too, but in a boy-kind-of-way. He fell overboard and we got separat- ed. I don't think he drowned, though." "This is way cool", affirmed Ashley. "Like a comic book, or like the X-Men! How long are you going to live with us?" As long as you all will have me, looks like", Amanda answered. "I don't have anywhere else to go right now." "Well, you don't have to worry about anyone here. Everyone here thinks you're just way super." "So why are you and your mom living here, Ashley?", asked Aman- da. "My Mom and Dad fight all the time", responded Ashley, scowling. "One day, my Dad punched my Mom in the face, and her lip all swole up like a balloon. I was in the room, listening. They were shouting at each other, and Dad kept hitting her, again and again. Mom shouted for him for stop, but he wouldn't. The next day, we moved in here." Ashley took the last drag off the cigarette and crushed it out. "I'm glad you're a kid, Amanda", she said. "Grown-ups are so full of shit." ************************************************** Ginnie opened the door to the basement apartment and found Aman- da leaning over in the shower, naked to the waist, crying, and pressing her huge mams together with her hands. It was obvious she was trying to reach her engorged, D-cell-battery-sized nip- ples, but was unable to reach over the vast expanse of her breast mass to do so. Amanda looked miserable. "O-o-o-w-w-www!", she moaned, pushing hard against her giant tits. "O-o-o-h GOD, that hurts!" Dropping her package on the bed, Ginnie rushed to Amanda's side. "What's wrong, Amanda? What hurts?", she inquired. "My tits!", responded Amanda. "My breasts! They ache. They feel like they're going to pop!" Ginnie laid her palm on the side of Amanda's right breast. It was so huge that Ginnie was unable to feel any curvature whatso- ever. Her palm lay flat against the surface of Amanda's titanic mammary, which felt hot, flushed, and trembled like an over- inflated water-balloon. "Why, Amanda!", laughed Ginny. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you needed to be milked. I grew up on a farm in Iowa, and you're carrying on just like a cow that Daddy forgot." "Please!", Amanda pleaded. "Please, Ginny! Please try!" Ginnie had Amanda lean over her bed, but Amanda's boobs slapped against the floor, and Ginnie couldn't get her hands underneath. So, Amanda crawled up on the table and carefully hoisted her huge breasts over the side, where they dangled, the swollen nipples only inches from the floor. Running upstairs to the kitchen, Ginnie returned with a plastic basin, which she carefully placed under Amanda's swollen dugs. Then, sitting on a small stool, Gin- nie took each nipple into her practiced hands and squeezed. A jet of creamy milk shot from each breast into the plastic basin. "That was it, Elsie Moo-cow!", laughed Ginnie. "You were en- gorged. You haven't had a baby recently, have you?" Amanda shook her head, which caused her mighty tits to wobble vigorously, slipping out of Ginnie's grasp. "No? So I thought. You're just like my grandmother, then. Started milking up at thirteen, without a baby in sight, and she didn't dry up until she was sixty-two. Nursed practically every baby in the county. Kept Grandpa pretty happy too, or so I'm told." The milk continued to flow from Amanda's aching boobs into the plastic container until quite a sizeable amount had collected in the bottom of the basin. Amanda sighed with relief as her breasts emptied and the basin filled with the white creamy fluid. Ginnie stuck a finger in it and put it to her mouth. "Mmmm!", she remarked. "Good! Kind of sweet, and a lot thicker than Grandma's. You've got good milk, Amanda. I'm going to dump this out. I'll be right back!" Ginnie dipped out of sight carrying the milk off in the plastic basin. Then, she was struck with an idea. Why waste four gal- lons of perfectly good milk just because it came from a woman in- stead of a cow? The next morning, there were four gallon jugs filled with Aman- da's milk in the refrigerator. The first one up was the cinam- mon-skinned Tarah, who had to go in to work at five-thirty. She poured it on her corn flakes, and had some in her coffee. Damn, she thought. This is good! She poured herself a glass and drank it straight, wiping the white moustache off her upper lip as she walked out the door. Ashley drank four glasses, and put some on her Trix. Candy, her mother, put it in her cofee, then drank a glass herself. Karen heated some up and mixed it with Ovaltine. Chrissy had the day off from work, so she drank five or six glasses throughout the day. Courtney, who worked in a night club and didn't get up be- fore two o' clock, also heated some up, but she put some Kahluha in it. Susan drank two glasses, and put some on her Grape-Nuts. Of course, Ginny drank it copiously, all day, and winked at Amanda every time she passed. By nightfall, there was only about half of the last gallon left, but Ginnie replenished the supply with the evening's milking. And so it went. Without any fanfare, and unbeknownst to anyone except Ginnie, Amanda became the primary source of dairy product at 1401 Ocean Drive. Ginnie milked her every night, and poured the milk into the gallon jugs in the refrigerator, where they would empty quickly, only to be refilled the next evening. This went on for a couple of weeks, until, gratefully, Amanda dried up again. No one talked about it, but, during those days, everyone found themselves drinking more milk. There was always plenty in the 'fridge, but when anyone asked around, no one could remember the last time they had bought any. It was always assumed that one of the others had bought it, and, true to the promiscuous use of house goods by all residents, no one questioned where it came from. Since there was always plenty, no one questioned where it went. Everyone was drinking it freely. ****************************************