Dr Hooters - Pt XLIV by the Road Dog NO BIG THING Bruce looked down at his daughter, and the guilt rushed over him like a wave. Ashley stood and stared up at him, unsmiling, with her cool blue eyes looking straight into his. He felt the fury start to rise inside him. "Look, you bitch", he howled. "You get my daughter outta that house with all them college sluts, or you'll never see a dime outta me." He brought a great hairy, meaty fist down on the counter. "What the hell kinda mother are you anyway, takin' Ash- ley away from her Daddy and makin' her share a house with God knows how many whores and their sick boyfriends. My daughter catches AIDS in that place, and it'll be your hide on the wall, bitch!" He stuck a finger in Candy's face and shook it. "Nigger bitches too, they tell me. Yeah. They tell me there's a nigger bitch living there. If that black-assed slut so much as lays a hand on Ashley..." "Why don't you grow up and join the twentieth century, what lit- tle of its left, you knuckle-dragging, Ku Klux Klan ape- bastard!", Candy screamed. "Maybe I'm sharing a house with some other women, yeah, and maybe one of them's black, but I'll tell you right now, Ashley gets a lot more love and affection from them than she ever got from you!" Bruce had knelt in front of Ashley, and was trying to address her directly. "Hey pumpkin", he said. "Don't you want to come home with Daddy?" Ashley hid behind her mother. For some reason this enraged Bruce. "What the hell have you been telling her about me, Candy? You're turning the girl against her own father!" Ashley stuck her fists in her ears. "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!", she screamed. Bruce lifted his arm and swung at Candy, ex- pecting to feel that gratifying thud and crunch as his ham-sized fist connected with his wife's flesh and bones. But he never connected. Candy grabbed his arm in mid-trajectory and twisted it. Shocked by the sudden pain, he cried out. "Ouch! Goddammit, bitch, you're hurting me!" Candy gave her husband's arm another twist, surprised at her own strength. "Not any more than you were plan- ning to do to me", she replied. Turning his arm sharply, she brought him to his knees. "I want to see that check by Friday, Bruce!", she commanded. He winced with the pain, but nodded his head. "I want to see it all. All six weeks past, OK?" Bruce nodded again. "And next Saturday, you pick Ashley up and take her to the zoo, or the movies, and you be a father to her, for God's sake!", she ordered, giving his arm another small twist. "OK! OK! OK!", he agreed. "Look, Candy, for Chrissake. Don't break it!" She threw him to the floor, and walked out of the garage tri- umphantly. "All right, Mom!", Ashley crowed. She shook her head as she started up her 1988 Dodge Colt and headed for what was, for now, their home. Why hadn't she ever stood up to him before?, she wondered. It was so damn easy. She scratched her side, where the body band of her bra felt like it was digging into her. And why did her clothes feel so tight all of a sudden? ************************************************** Courtney investigated herself in the full-length mirror, pushing her straight, shoulder-length red hair behind her ears. For the fifth or sixth time, she raised her 34A brassiere to her chest, leaned over, and tried to snuggle her breasts into the cups. They wouldn't fit. Somehow, oddly, there was more of Courtney than could fit comfortably into the old bra. As she hoisted the shoulder straps up over her arms, she noticed that a good amount of breast-flesh was peaking out underneath the bra, where the cups meet the chest wall. When she tried to push the bra down to cover the over flow, poip! titty pudged out over the top of the cup. Try as she may, she couldn't get all of 'the girls' inside at once. "Susan", she called to her roomate. "Does it look like my tits are any bigger?" Courtney tossed the useless bra on the bed and turned to the Korean girl. "Yeah. They do look bigger", Susan informed her. The Korean girl crossed one honey-colored leg under the other as she turned on her bed to face Courtney. "You know, mine have been feeling kind of funny lately. Tingly, like. Kept me up last night some." "Mine too", the tall redhead agreed. "Anything else unusual hap- pen?" "Nah", replied Susan, staring at her friend's chest. Courtney was larger, visibly. Her once egg-sized breasts had swollen to about the size of small apples, which explained the difficulty she had wrestling with her bra. "You know, you could use the ex- tra titty, where you work", the Korean girl said. Courtney worked as a cocktail waitress in an upscale night club and it seemed that the amount of tips the girls earned was directly pro- portionate to their cup sizes. Cupping her hands under her newly-sprouted breasts, Courtney ad- mired their increased bulk and heft. "I think I'm gonna have to borrow one of Ginnie's bras. What is she, a 36C? I don't think I'm that big." She turned sideways and glanced at her profile. Her breasts thrust out impudently from her chest wall much more prominently now, and the rosy nipples looked larger as well. "She's a 36B", replied Susan. "Probably fit you like a glove now." Courtney giggled. "These look pretty decent. I could get used to this! I almost can't wait to get to the club to show 'em off!" "You know", added Courtney. "Its too bad all of Amanda's ID washed overboard in the storm. She'd make a killing at the club with those monsters of hers!" Susan laughed. "She'd OWN the damned club!" "Must be nice", Courtney commented as she buttoned her blouse with some difficulty over her unencumbered, newly-swollen breasts. Susie returned to her magazine. "Must be nice", she agreed. "We'll never know, though, will we?" ************************************************************ "That's Ginny", Jeremy pointed out. "She's cute, but a little on the meaty side" "Lotsa freckles", Tom observed. "Freckles on the legs, freckels on the arms, probably freckles everywhere we can't see, too." Ginnie unpinned some clothes off the clothesline and disappeared back into the house, not knowing that she had been observed by Jeremy Preston and Tom Gallagher from the third story window of Jeremy's house. "This's a great little lookout post for pussy-watching", Jeremy boasted. "The cunts never know you're watching 'em! You gotta see this new girl they got staying with them. Got tits so big each one needs their own zip code. God, I ain't joking." The two young men waited in anticipation for a while, then the screen door opened. "Here she comes!", Jeremy hissed. "Nah, damn! Its the chink bitch." Jeremy and Tom watched as Susan Kim strutted out in a black biki- ni, unfolded a beach towel, and sat down on it, pushing her thick mane of straight black hair away from her. "Damn! I think she's nice!", Tom commented. "Beautiful hair." "Zero tits", rejoined Jeremy. "You got this thing about tits, don't you?", Tom asked. Jeremy smiled lewdly. "They don't make tits too big for me. Wait'll you see this new girl, then tell me her tits don't turn you on." The sliding door opened, and Amanda stepped out onto the porch in a pair of khaki shorts and a seriously overburdened halter top. Tom's jaw flew open in outright astonishment as he gazed on what had to be the largest set of tits on the planet. "Good GOD!", he swore. "How can she even stand up straight with tits that big?" "Pretty impressive, isn't she?", Jeremy boasted. "Look, she gives shade!" It was true. Amanda was carrying a glass of lemonade out to Susan, and her enormous breasts cast a considerable shadow over the Korean girl's upper body. "She's astounding", Tom said, shaking his head. "Look at that halter top. It looks like she's carrying two weeks groceries around under that." "That's not a halter top, Tom", Jeremy said. "That would be an oversized T-shirt on any other girl." Amanda felt their lust on the periphery of her frontal lobe. Glancing up, she saw the two young men looking down at them from their perch on the third floor. She shot a mental warning up to them. --youtwo jackoffboys getlost-- She read their mental confusion. --bigtitgirl me gotmentalpowers burn wankerbrains inside brainpan getlost-- The two young men were frozen in the window like two birds before a snake. Amanda decided to give them a little taste of what she could do. Reaching out gingerly, she touched their unprotected minds lightly. To Jeremy and Tom, it felt as if someone had sawed open their skulls, poured in lighter fluid, and ignited it. They both cried, and grabbed their heads in agony. --warnedyou getlost leavealoneus-- The intense pain settled down to a dull ache. Jeremy turned to Tom. "Maybe we better get to work on that song you were writing, Tommy", he suggested. Tom didn't hear him. "Incredible!", he murmured. "I wonder if she can sing!"