Dr Hooters - Pt. XLIX by the Road Dog THE BIGGER, THE BETTER Dresses were mandatory for the County Clerk's office even in the sticky heat of a Florida July. Fortunately, the air conditioning was glacial, but God! it got to you when you walked out of the building for a smoke. Candy lit a cigarette and watched other people enter and leave the Courthouse building. If only they'd let you wear shorts once in a while, she thought dreamily. It would make things so much easier to take. Dresses meant hose, and hose, my God! it practically cooked you alive. Candy didn't complain though. She was filling her dresses out better than she ever remembered. Outfits she hanndt been able to wear for years she found she could slide right into, although they usually had be taken out a bit in the bust. Nothing wrong with that, though. Today, she was wearing a hot pink number - clingy cotton for a hot day, that hugged her in all the right places. It was nice to get some appreciative glances again, and if there were some guys who tried to sneak a peak down the V of her plunging neckline, well, that was OK too. Bruce, look what you're giving up, she thought to her self. If only she wasn't so nervous about Ashley. Amanda had found her cowering under the boardwalk because her breasts had grown. Sil- ly girl! Having breasts was nothing to be ashamed of. The Good Lord designed women to have breasts, and Ashley had grown some show-stoppers for her age! 34B she was now, not much smaller than her old Mom. Having Amanda around helped. Much larger than any other woman Candy had ever met, and more conspicuous for it, the busty black- haired girl was actually proud to bursting of her unique at- tributes, and being around her was a tonic for little Ashley, who by now had abandoned her original embarassment and was actually dressing to flaunt her new shape in tight tank tops and cut-offs. Candy started walking back into the building, and, when the sun hit her full force, it felt as though she was going to melt clean away. Something surged inside her, leaving a clean, tingling feeling in her fingers, her toes, and, oddly enough, at the tips of her nipples, which she could feel stiffening under her bra. Setlled back into her desk, Candy began typing again. She ad- justed the shoulder strap of her bra, which had inched its way down her arm slightly. A minute or so later, it had done so again, and this time Candy found she could no longer pull it back up onto her shoulder. Then the strap on the other shoulder fell too. Her bra felt tight, and it rubbed where the band fit around her ribs. She scratched there tentatively, and felt what seemed to be a whole new fullness there. Looking down, she saw that her V- neck, which that morning had revealed only the merest hint of cleavage between her breasts, was about half full. Her breasts were growing! She felt another surge as her dress lifted again. Her bra by this time was uncomfortably tight, and she realized she had to make a run for it. Phoning her supervisor, she fabricated some lie, and got the rest of the day off. By the time she got to the front door, her breasts had pushed the bra up into her V-neck where it hung like a wounded animal. Climbing into her red Mustang, she managed to unhook the now- useless bra and throw it into the back seat. She sure wasn't a 34C any longer. Her new breasts crushed against the steering wheel as she bent over to put the key in the ignition, and she unbuttoned her dress in the back to give her swelling tits some breathing room. The dress tightened around her as she drove, and with a mighty effort, Candy was able to wiggle out of the casing allowing her a clear view of what had transpired. Her breasts, once the size of good sized apples, had almost tripled in weight and mass, until now she had a couple of good-sized honeydew melons shaking and jiggling away on her chest. The rosy nipples had grown as well, until now they were the size of chalk bits, set in pinkish areo- lae the size of coffee can lids. Candy let out a war whoop as she turned down the beach road. "Bi-i-i-g tits!", she yelled, to no one in particular. "I got bi-i-i-i-g tits!" ********************************************************** "So, how big am I gonna get, 'Manda?" Ashley asked as she and Amanda took a mid-morning stroll down the beach. Ginny had finally been able to construct a swim suit for Amanda from a pair of brown curtains and a couple of yards of elastic. A great cavernous looking thing it was on top, with a body band that covered her entire back and shoulder straps almost nine inches wide, deeply padded. Since Amanda's breasts projected nearly two and a half feet into the space surounding her, the swimsuit top was a marvel of engineering as well as tailoring. At least it kept her boobs from slapping against the tops of her thighs as she walked. "As big as I am is my guess, Ashley", Amanda responded. "Maybe a little less, maybe a little more." Phphew! Ashley let out a breath of air. It was already warm, and the sun was climbing higher in the sky. She was wearing a pair of her mother's khaki shorts and a brown tank top that clung to every curve of her newly-sprouted breasts. "I'm already big- ger than anyone else in my class, Amanda. I'll be going into the fifth grade next year, and I can't think of anyone who was wear- ing so much as an A-cup when I left, and I got a B-cup now!" "It was worse for me", Amanda replied. "I was in the second grade, and before the school year was over, I was 38-19-33, and now look at me! I don't think there's a third grade classroom in the country that'll have me." The two friends turned to watch a red Mustang roar down the beachfront highway towards their cottage. "Mom's home early for some reason", Ashley remarked. Amanda and Ashley found the cottage topsy-turvy when they ar- rived. Susan, Tarah, Chrissy, and Ashley's mother were all standing in the middle of the living room, naked to the waist and talking at once. It was obvious what had happened to them. "I don't know what came over me..." "...then he turned around..." "..had to ask for the rest of the day off. No way I was gonna..." "..can't get into any of my tops or blouses anymore..." "That's nothing, Mom", Ashley began. "Amanda told me.." But Amanda had lifted a forefinger to her lips to caution Ashley not to betray any confidences. Her remark went unnoticed anyway in the general uproar. Then Ashley bent over nearly double in the middle of the dining room. "O-o-oh, MOM!", she shrieked. "Ashley!", Candy shouted, forgetting her excitement in concern for her daughter. "Don't worry, Candy", Amanda told her, moving Ashley over to the sofa. "Just sit down next to her." Ashley began laughing uncontrollably, clutching at her bikini top. "Oh, Mom, it feels so GOOD! Did it feel this good for you?" Susan, Chrissy and Tarah moved in closer, standing ready to run get any article Candy might ask for. "What feels good, baby?", Candy asked. "When your tits grew, Mom", Ashley replied. "Mine feel wonder- ful, like a skyrocket's gone off inside them. Oh, look there. There it goes!" Sure enough, Ashley's bikini top rose slightly, and two small protuberances of tit-meat forced their way up out of the cups. Ashley groaned again, and the bikini top stretched and narrowed visibly as her breasts swelled and enlarged. "Baby!", screamed Candy. "You're growing too! But..." "Yeah, Mom", Ashley smiled. "I didn't want you to have all the fun!" She groaned again, and the bikini top folded in on itself from the pressure of Ashley's swelling breasts on the top and the bottom. The stitching holding the body band to the cups began to unravel. "I'm gonna have big tits too, Mom", Ashley murmured. "We're both gonna have big tits together. You and me. Mother and daughter." "Oh, baby", cried Candy, caressing Ashley and smoothing her hair down. Then, Ashley arched her back and the bikini top went fly- ing across the room as the clasps in the back ripped away under the unrelenting strain of her growing jugs. She stood up off the couch, and cupped her newly minted breasts with both hands. "This is EXCELLENT, Mom!", she crowed. "I hope you don't mind, Momma, but this is better than Christmas, or Halloween or any- thing!" Ashley shook her chest vigorously, flopping her new boobs around wildly. "I love 'em!", she hooted. Tarah looked over at Amanda, who had been calmly watching the whole scene from the dining room table. "You know more about this than you're telling, don't you Amanda?", she accused. Sighing wistfully, Amanda thrust her own gigantic bosom forward. "I know all about it, Tarah", she said wearily. "Tonight, after everyone's had their turn, I'll explain everything, OK?" Just then, Courtney burst in upon the group, clutching the re- mains of her white blouse to her chest. The other women looked at each other and laughed. ****************************************************************** "I was downtown paying the light bill when I felt it. I suppose you all know what I'm talking about. My shirt felt tight, like it was all of a sudden two sizes too small. " "Then I realized it wasn't my shirt at all, but my bra. I just bought it new two days ago, a 34B, bigger than **I've** ever worn before. I reached down to see what was going on, and damned if it didn't feel like there was more of me there than there was just five minutes ago!" "I didn't feel any pain or anything, just a gentle warmth, but it wouldn't go away. In this heat, it made me kind of uncomfort- able, so I undid the first button on my blouse. It popped open like something was pushing against it, and I saw that my breasts were pushing up out of my bra." "At this time, I was standing in line at the power company, and there were a lot of people ahead of me. The warm feeling wouldn't go away, and neither would the pressure in my shirt. I watched as gaps opened between all my buttons, and the front of the shirt stretched across my growing tits." "Nothing I can do to stop it, I thought. I pushed against them, but instead, I felt them pressing against my arms. As I was pushing them in, they were pushing me out, and they were win- ning!" "Finally, I made it to the window just as one of my buttons flew off and hit the clerk in the eye. As I turned to go, there was a general eruption, and wham!, the girls came flying out of the blouse, ripping right through the front when the last two buttons wouldn't give way. The security guard dropped his dentures on the floor as I walked out the door." "Gotta admit. I've never had that kind of impact on men before. It feels kinda good."