Dr Hooters - Pt XLVII by the Road Dog THE TRIALS OF ASHLEY OGDEN "Ash-leee! Ash-leee!" Candy was shouting down the stairwell into a mostly empty house. Courtney was relaxing on the couch in the front room, but she got up and poked her head into the down- stairs bedrooms to see if Ashley was in any of them. "She's not down here, Candy", Courtney called up to her. "I haven't seen her all day." "Honestly", said Candy as she descended the staircase. "I don't know what's gotten into that girl. She's never gone off and just disappeared like this before. She's always told me where she's going, and who with." Courtney looked up at the older woman. Candy was wearing a short white skirt and a top with blue and white stripes. I hope I look that good at thirty-two, Courtney thought. Candy no longer had the tired, hang-dog look she had when she and Ashley moved in, and seemed to have successfully turned back the clock. She had also stopped bleaching her hair, and the dark roots coming back out gave her an even more adolescent appearance. "Is Amanda around?", Candy asked Courtney. "Ashley adores that girl, and I can't keep them apart most times." "She's out back with the wash, Candy", Courtney replied. "Maybe Ashley's helping her out. Candy stepped outside. Indeed, there was their dark-haired, big breasted housemate hanging the washing out to dry. Amanda had a unique way of hanging the wash out. She would drape several gar- ments across the broad expanse of her mammoth breasts, then she would pin them up one by one. This reduced the need for constant bending over, which, for a girl of Amanda's dimensions, would be a lot of extra work. "Amanda!", Candy called. "Have you seen Ashley?" Amanda turned around. "No, Candy. Not lately. Why? Is she missing?" Candy put her hands on her hips. "She told me she was going downstairs to watch some TV, but she's just disappeared. You and Courtney are the only ones here now. I thought you might have seen where she had gotten off to." Courtney joined them on the porch, carrying a cup of coffee, which Amanda realized with foreboding contained a generous dollop of her breast milk. "Her period came in last night.", Candy added in a low whisper. "I had been meaning to get her ready, but with all this shit go- ing on with Bruce, I haven't been able to spend the kind of time with her I need to." Amanda put her arm around Candy's shoulder. "You're doing a great job, Candy", she comforted her. "My Mom's a single mom too, and I think she did a pretty damn good job. My guess is that Ashley needs to be alone for a while, to sort things out. I know some of her little hiding places. After I finish hanging the wash, I'll go look for her." Amanda stood up and returned to hanging out the wash. Candy and Courtney watched her with admiration. "Amanda sure has a way with Ashley", commented Courtney. "I don't understand it." "I feel better about it too", replied Candy. "When I see the two of them together, they're almost like two little girls playing together. I wish I could communicate with her as well as Amanda seems to." "You're her mother", Courtney remarked. "I wish I had a quarter for every little secret I told my girlfriends that I wouldn't have dared tell my mother. Doesn't mean I loved my mother any the less." "I suppose you're right", Candy sighed. "You know, it suddenly dawned on me that we don't know how old Amanda is. How old do you think she is?" "With those tits? Nineteen, maybe", replied Courtney. "They aren't silicone, so she didn't have to be twenty-one to buy 'em. Believe it or not, those babies are home-grown. Why don't you ask her?" "Amanda", Candy asked, walking up to Amanda as she hung a blue uniform of Tarah's out to dry. "If you don't mind us asking, how old are you?" "Twenty", replied Amanda, quickly picking out of Candy's mind the answer most likely to satisfy her, and provoke the fewest questions. "OK. Thanks. You've hit it off well with my daughter. She talks about you constantly." "She's a sweet, and very smart girl", Amanda replied. "She loves you a lot, and she loves her dad, too." Candy out her head on Amanda's shoulder. "I know. That *is* a problem. At least Bruce's caught up on his back child support. A little more push, and maybe Ashley'll have a daddy again. We can always hope." "We can always hope", Amanda echoed. Courtney and Candy went back into the house, and Amanda meditat- ed on the situation in the cottage. She was still milking up nights, although the yield was less. Ginny, she was certain, was still putting the nightly output into the refrigerator, and the effects were beginning to show. Flat-chested Courtney had sprouted small, firm lemon-sized titties of which she had become very proud. Candy's breasts, formerly somewhat saggy, had firmed and risen, regaining their youthful perkiness, besides growing about a cup size as well. Yes, this is going to be an interesting place to live the next few weeks, she thought darkly. At least I can prepare Ashley for what's coming, and she won't have to find out about it as she goes, like I did. After she finished hanging the wash, Amanda stepped out of the cottage and began walking up the promenade. As it was still quite early in the morning, there weren't many people about yet. Amanda was grateful for that. The few times she had left the cottage before, she attracted a lot of attention, and had once drawn a crowd that the beach police had to break up. Despite Ginny's talents as a seamstress, she was unable to de- sign a bra large enough to support Amanda's abundance, and her enormous breasts swayed and heaved as she walked. 'It's a good thing you have such strong back muscles, Amanda', Ginny had told her. 'A normal girl wouldn't be able to take three steps without those babies pulling her clean over. But I guess you've had more than your share of practice.' Amanda extended her mental eavesdropping, trying to single out one scared little girl hiding from her mother. There! She had found her. Ignoring the catcalls and whistles the movement of her big breasts provoked, Amanda walked briskly up to Ashley's hiding place and poked her head under the boardwalk. "Hey, Ashley!", she called. "What'cha doin?" "Go AWAY!", shouted Ashley angrily. "I don't wanna talk, and I don't want to go home." With a good amount of effort, Amanda managed to squeeze herself into Ashley's refuge. The bulk of her tits nearly got her wedged between the sand and the wooden beams of the boardwalk, but Aman- da gamely dragged them in behind her. "What's wrong?", she asked Ashley, huddled away in a corner as far from Amanda's looming tits as she could. "I don't want to get big!", complained Ashley. "I don't want to bleed, down there." She glanced down to her crotch, covered with a pair of white shorts. "I'm sorry, Ashley", Amanda said quietly. "Its my fault." Ashley's eyes got as big as teacups. "**Your** fault! How could this be your fault, Amanda?" Amanda reached far under her vast, jutting breasts, pulled her t-shirt away from the waistband of her cutoffs, and pulled it up over her head. Her gigantic bare breasts jiggled and wobbled wildly with the effort. "Ashley", she said. "How would you like to have a pair of tits like mine?" "Like yours, Amanda? I mean, could I?" "Didn't you ever wonder how mine got so big?", Amanda asked, stroking the sides of her school-desk-sized knockers with her small brown hands. "They're so **big**, aren't they? They're much bigger than your mother's. Much bigger than any other girl's I've ever seen." Nodding her head, Ashley cautiously stretched out her hand and put it on the great swelling mass of Amanda's left tit. "H-h-ow big are they, Amanda?" "I don't know, Ashley", Amanda responded. "I've never measured them." "I thought they kinda just got big by themselves", remarked Ash- ley. Amanda laughed, and the great bulk of her breasts heaved and surged like a ship at sea. "I'm only eight years old, Ashley. Eight year old girls don't have titties like this! Look! I can barely touch my nipple, my boobs are so big!" She reached for her Life Saver roll-sized, wine-dark nipple with her right hand, and just succeeded. "I'm huge!" "Th-then how did your tits get so big, Amanda?", stuttered Ash- ley. "Did you do some special exercises or something?" "No. My sister stole some milk out of the back of a car in Mia- mi, where I'm from. We both drank the milk, and then our tits started growing. At first, they were small, but they got bigger real fast. Mine grew three times, and now look how big they are. Thank God, they don't look like they're going to get any bigger." Amanda continued. At least Ashley had stopped crying. "My sis- ter Blair got bigger, too. Actually, she was bigger than I am, but since I'm shorter, mine look bigger. I don't know if she grew again or not. I grew once after we were separated, and I haven't seen her since. Then I got kidnapped, and we got away, like I told you." "Anyway", Amanda concluded. "It was this milk we drank that gave us our big tits." She shook them for emphasis, and the nipples flew in a great arc in front of Ashley's face. "That's not all. As soon as they got **real** big, they started filling with milk. When they get full of milk, they hurt pretty bad, and I have to get the milk out. The first time, two of my friends, Marsha Sanchez and Sherry Rodriguez, sucked all my milk out and drank it." "Like babies?", laughed Ashley. "Like babies", Amanda replied. "It took them three or four hours to get all the milk out, 'cause I make a lot of milk. The next time it happened, I filled a whole pool up with my milk, but I had a little help. Anyway, a boy fell in, and **he** grew, then the lady who kidnapped me, she jumped in, and she got real big - grew six breasts even." "So - when I got here, my boobs started filling up with milk again. I couldn't get it out myself, so Ginny helped me." Aman- da smiled and continued. "What I didn't know is that instead of dumping it out, she put into bottles in the 'fridge." Ashley was stunned. "So that milk sitting in the refrigerator right now..." Amanda plumped her huge tits with her hands. "...came from right here." "Ohmigod", sighed Ashley. "I guess that explains this, then." She opened her beach robe, and exposed two small but well-formed breasts the size of tennis balls on her girlish chest. "When did this happen?", asked Amanda. "This morning. Mom was sleeping, and all of a sudden, it felt like my titties were on fire. I got up and took a shower, but the just kept aching and aching. Then, all of a sudden, it just got so, well, it was wild..." "I know, Ashley", Amanda interrupted. "Go on." "Anyway, they grew right there in the shower! I saw 'em. First, it was like a little pad of tissue under my nipples, that just kept getting thicker and thicker. Then, it sorted rounded out. I guess I don't have to tell **you** what it felt like." "I just couldn't handle Mom finding out, Amanda. It was one thing to have her poking and pushing at me when I got my period, its another thing to have her ooh and ahh over her little girl growing titties." Amanda moved in next to Ashley and put her arm around her shoul- der. Ashley began stroking Amanda's huge breasts. "So, I'm gonna grow tits like these, huh?", she said. "Yeah. Its not bad at all though. I'm kinda proud of 'em" "Won't we be a couple of booby-dolls then?" "It won't be just us, Ashley", Amanda cautioned her. "All the women at the house have been drinking my milk. They're all going to grow tits like mine. Even your mother. Even Karen." "My MOM?", shouted Ashley with delight. "My **Mom's** gonna grow breasts like yours? Oh, Amanda, this is **great**. This, this is like **heaven**! Now Dad will take her back again!" "Huh?", asked Amanda, puzzled. "Why is that?" "Dad likes women with great big tits", Ashley explained. He has a whole stack of magazines with pictures of naked women in them, and all the women have great big boobies, some of them almost as big as yours. If he ever saw you, Amanda, he'd go ape-shit. When he and my Mom used to go out together, he'd punch her in the ribs every time a lady with big titties walked by. 'Why can't you grow a rack like that, Candy?' he'd ask." "Sounds like a real asshole", Amanda remarked. "Oh, Dad? He's alright. Mom says he just needs to grow up some." Amanda sighed. She decided against telling Ashley about her men- tal powers. If the women in the cottage were going to be simi- larly gifted, better that they find out about it themselves. "Let's get back and watch everybody grow", Amanda said to Ashley, dragging herself back through the aperture of the boardwalk. ******************************************** The next day, all of the girls were off work except Tarah and Chrissy, and they got together with Steve, Jeremy and some of his friends to make arrangements for the engagement party. It was decided that they would hold the party on the seventh of August, and that they would rent the Hibiscus Pavilion from the city, and that Steve and Jeremy's band would play. Steve finally met Amanda, as Jeremy had begged Karen to ask her to be his date to a baseball game and fireworks display at the ballpark. Jeremy didn't turn out to be very good company. He couldn't pry his eyes off Amanda's chest, and every time she said anything to him, he flushed beet-red and hung his head on his chest. "You two are looking pretty buff these days, Steve", Karen said to him at the ball park. "Have you taken up weightlifting? Are you going to a gym?" Steve laughed. "Naw, Kin-kin. I wouldn't darken the door of such a place." He flexed his arms and watched the biceps and triceps ripple. "Can't deny I've picked up some new muscle some- where though." "Jeremy has too, haven't you, Jer?", he added, ruffling his friend's hair from behind. "Maybe we're just going through a be- lated puberty." Jeremy blushed again, pushing his blond bangs out of his pallid face. Never accustomed to being the object of female admiration, he was severely uncomfortable. First, the Object of All His De- sires was seated next to him as his date, and he couldn't even frame two words to her, and then, The Total Babe fiancee of his best friend was complementing him on his once none-existent physique. Still, he thought as he felt his arm muscles swell under his shirt, something **has** changed, and for the better. Karen was wearing a baseball jersey with the local team's in- signia printed on the front. The neckline swooped down in an elongated V, revealing a hint of cleavage in a lacy white bra. Cleavage? Karen Pollock with cleavage? He meditated on this for a while. Karen had always been as flat as a board. She was pop- ular as hell with the guys, but this was due to her sparkling personality, her pert ass, and above all, those incredible legs that could make you jizz on the spot just watching them go flex! relax! flex! relax! down the street. But now, she's got cleavage. Steve sure looks like he approves. Then he turned to Amanda, who was wearing a breathtaking elastic scoop-neck top that covered about four fifths of her enormous boobs, still showing about a foot of cleavage and an abundance of upper breast. It was the fifth that she had exposed that took Jeremy's power of speech away. Still, you had to admire the girl's composure. She didn't seem in the least bit nervous about the amount of attention she was receiving. Guys yelled at her from every corner of the stadium, calling out obscene names, and some of them even got scarily close, but when she got up to go to the bathroom, for instance, they scurried for cover like cockroaches. Jeremy remembered the way she seemed to have torched his brain the first time he saw her, and shivered. It was obvious she had ways of taking care of herself. Shit, he thought. I should have asked Ginny out. I bet if I had, I'd be gettin' laid tonight! The next couple of days went by without incident. Steve and Jeremy held two full rehearsals with the band that seemed very promising. He had decided they should start pushing some origi- nal material as well as the covers they were playing. Tom and Steve both had a sheaf of songs in various stages of readiness, and by the time the rehearsal finished, they had a whole forty- minute set worked out. Much to their delight, the bandmates found that their neighbors were interested as well. Karen was already at the rehearsal with Steve, of course, but one by one, Karen's housemates trickled in- to the garage, sitting on the equipment or on the floor, listen- ing to the new material. After the rehearsal, Karen and Steve introduced their friends around. "This's Brian", Steve said, indicating a tall, well-dressed young man with a conservative cut to his dark hair. "He plays rhythm guitar. The wild man over there's Tommy Gallagher, our lead." Ginny was already fussing with Jeremy's electronic equipment, asking him what piece did what. "Uh, Jeremy Preston. Key- boards", he introduced himself when his turn came. The drummer, a lanky blonde boy with dreadlocks and a kunte cap, introduced himself as Jack Cassels. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off of Tarah, who had wandered in wearing little more than a scrap of a halter top on top and a floss-like pair of cut- offs underneath. "Karen, where are the others?", Jack asked. Only Chrissy, Ginny, Susan, and Tarah had come out for the rehearsal. "Courtney's at work, Candy's out shopping, and the new girl's home taking care of Ashley.", replied Karen. "The new girl?" "Amanda", Karen answered. "You haven't met her."