Dr Hooters - Pt.LI by the Road Dog BUST-OUT AT MUGS 'N JUGS "Look!", shouted Trisha, squashing her large breasts flat against the window of the 747. "Its Disney World! You can see it from here easy!" Needless to say, the Mallory girls had to take turns looking, as there wasn't room for more than one of them at a time at the window. Passing customs was a long, tedious process, but not uncomfort- able. There were long lines for everything; to get their pass- ports stamped, to get their luggage checked. Penny pointed out a surly looking policewoman who was eyeing the four sisters suspi- ciously. "Bloody bitch", intoned Suki. "What the hell does she want?" "I was reading in the papers that one girl got pinched trying to smuggle in cocaine in her brassiere. Seems she aroused suspicion because she was so much bigger coming back than when she left.", replied Katie. "Ah, so she went to South America for the surgery", mocked Suki, shaking her ample bosom at the scowling policewoman. "I'd love to have that sour-looking lezzie pat me down for dope, and find out there isn't anything underneath here but plain old Suki Mal- lory! They'd probably have to mop their floor up afterwards." "Sshh-t", warned Penny. "Here she comes!" The policewoman strolled by them, giving them all a studied, weary glance. Then she wandered off in search of new prey. "Obviously, we don't fit some profile", remarked Katie. Trisha thrust her chest out proudly, practically ripping her brand-new jumper at the seams. "Well, if they don't like **my** profile, they know what they can do!", she said. Suki slapped her on the back of the head. Katie picked up the keys to the Cadillac, which turned out to be very new, very long, and very well appointed. "It's lovely!", declared Trisha. "How long do you think its going to take you to learn to drive on the other side of the road, Katie?" "About three accidents", joked Katie. It was hard, and required a good deal of concentration, but after a couple very close calls, Katie managed to navigate the American highways and locate the road to Century Beach. Within two hours, they were at their destination, the Corona Real Resort. "Phew! Its hot!", complained Trisha, as the porters unloaded their luggage. "It feels like a steam bath." Suki laughed. "I imagine once we get some of these clothes off, it won't feel so muggy." "Why are you always so keen on taking your clothes off, Sooks?", asked Penny jokingly. Katie had wisely decided to arrive two days before the official beginning of their month, paying for the hotel room out of her own pocket, while waiting for the resort to prepare the penthouse on the twelfth floor. It gave them a chance to relax, to recover from the jet-lag, and plan their next few days. Suki and Katie did most of the planning. Disney World came first, they decided, and the sisters Mallory spent an exhausting two days exploring the world-famous attraction. For once, they were in a crowd that they hadn't occasioned, and it felt rather good. After that, they were ready for some sun and surf. Katie made an announcement. "Jennie's going to be arriving on the fourth, and I have to drive back to Orlando to pick her up. You girls'll be on your own for the day. Can I trust you?" "We won't do anything **you** wouldn't", replied Suki, delighted at the prospect of rambling around the area with no pesky older sisters getting in the way. **************************************** Compared to the sedate atmosphere of the exclusive club she used to work at, Mugs 'n' Jugs was a whirlwind of activity, and Court- ney found herself working much harder than before. Then too, it was a younger crowd, not so well-heeled. They drank more, spent more money, and tipped better. Ironically, despite what would appear to be a step down in her fortunes, Courtney was making money as fast as if she could print it herself. Mugs 'n' Jugs was one of those infamous 'breastaurants' which had so recently sprouted up all over the country. The original had its start in Clearwater, or some such place, and now there was a world-wide chain of dozens of shops with several competitors. The concept was simple. You offer a basic menu of beach food; chicken wings, burgers, oysters, beer, and french fries. You hire a cadre of big-haired, perky young university girls to serve it up, dressing them in high heels, panty hose, satin shorts and cutaway t-shirts. then, you sit back and let the money roll in. The unspoken secret of Mugs 'n' Jugs was this: the bigger your tits, the bigger your tips. Despite its name, the chain could recruit few girls with the kind of figure that the name implied. Girls with very large breasts tended to be somewhat chunky in other areas as well, and so most of the waitresses turned out to be willowy, leggy A-cups with lots of hair, spectacular back- sides, nice smiles, and ambitions in the modelling or acting fields. Courtney hit the place like a bomb. She had never considered working at Mugs 'n' Jugs in her flat-chested days, but now that she was filling out a 34F comfortably, it seemed just the place for her. She was hired on sight, and made one hundred fourteen dollars in tips for her first six hours. Not bad for humpin' chicken wings and beer, she thought to herself. The next night she worked braless. The sight of the tall, busty redhead jiggling away merrily under her midriff-baring cotton T- shirt sent the customers to the phones and lit up the exchanges from Daytona to Jacksonville. The night after that, she persuad- ed Chrissy and Susan to sign on, and the place was packed to the walls every night, weeknight or weekend. What a difference a few inches make, Courtney thought. Customers treated her with respect and enthusiasm, and before long, Court- ney noticed that she and her friends moved with a new confidence, even an arrogance, that they never had before when they were flat-chested. Well, I've been flat, and now I'm busty, she thought to herself, and damn! if busty isn't a whole different world. Oddly, the A-cups didn't resent Courtney or her friends. Indeed, they treated the big-breasted trio with great deference and re- spect, going out of their way to make sure that Courtney, Susan, and Chrissy had the high-traffic tables and high-exposure areas. Big tits meant big money for everyone, from the manager down to the bus boys, and everyone enjoyed sharing in the general pros- perity. One night, about a week after she had started, Courtney felt a tingling in her breasts. By this time, though, she knew what it was. She was preparing to grow again. She tracked down Susan and Chrissy, and found they were experiencing the same sensa- tions. "Hey, Jim's not gonna send all three of us home at once", com- plained Chrissy, referring to the manager. "We're his cash cows, so to speak, the bastard." "Well then", remarked Courtney with a smile. "We'll just have to stay here and grow, won't we?" Susan plumped her big breasts in her hands. "There isn't much room inside these skimpy little shirts for these mommas to grow", she declared. "We'll be topless inside of five minutes." "Let Jim worry about that", Chrissy said. There was a county or- dinance forbidding topless entertainers in an establishment serv- ing alcoholic beverages, and Jim was always nervously checking the girls' T-shirts, making sure they didn't cross the fine line between titillation and violation. "How're they gonna explain in court that they closed this place down because our titties grew?" Courtney, Susan, and Chrissy went back to work. True to form, the flimsy Mugs 'n'Suds T-shirts didn't put up much of a fight, and Courtney blew hers out across a table full of trial lawyers. She excused herself, and went to pick up another, but even the largest size only just covered her nipples, leaving a growing mass of visible breast-flesh swelling away under the fringe of the outclassed T-shirt. Chrissy was carrying a tray of beer mugs out of the bar area when she felt her T-shirt give way. The tiny brunette had no end of trouble after that. Turning too quickly, she slapped a dining account manager across the side of his face with her growing left tit. Then she heard a ripping sound from the other side of the floor. "My God! That little Korean girl! Look! Her tits are coming right out of her shirt!", Chrissy heard. Susan was having her own problems. "How does she **do** that?", Chrissy heard another customer say. Confused and frightened, Jim ushered the three of them into the staff meeting room. Chrissy, Courtney, and Susan laughed to see how much they had grown. All three of them were much too large for the standard issue midriff-cut shirt, and Jim couldn't pry his eyes off the six swelling orbs in front of him. "How do you girls do that?", he asked as Courtney, Chrissy, and Susan all added another cup size to their general bounty. Why do the bastards always think its something we're doing?, thought Courtney. If only they knew how easy it was. You just sit back and let 'em rip! Chrissy smiled and laughed. "That's our little secret, boss", she said as her tits swelled outward another fraction of an inch. Her firm uplifted breasts were the size of volleyballs now, look- ing enormous on her small frame. There was no way Chrissy was ever going to get them inside a Mugs 'n' Jugs T-shirt again. Courtney's breasts trembled and grew another inch or so. She stroked the side of her left breast with her dainty hand. So big now. "Can you teach the other girls how to do this?", Jim asked dry- mouthed. "No", answered Susan. "We're special." Her tawny breasts pushed out even further, practically into Jim's face. "Our breasts grow. See how big they're getting?" She traced the vast curve of her expanding tit from her neck to her nipple with the tip of her fingernail. Jim disappeared. "Gone to jack off, do you suppose?", asked Chrissy. He reemerged with three full-sized, extra large Mugs 'n' Jugs T- shirts. "Put these on!", he ordered. The three girls obeyed, pulling and stretching the T-shirts over their swollen chests. It was a tight fit. So large had their chests become, that the fabric stretched out across the vast bulge of their breasts, and they couldn't get the shirts tucked into the waistband of their shorts. The shop's insignia was unreadable. "You'll just have to work in these until I can get some new shirts made for you", he promised. "Go easy on the other girls, OK? Its not their fault they aren't half-balloon like you three." He stood behind them, closing the meeting room door. "As for me, I'm gonna buy me a new boat tomorrow!", he announced with glee. Courtney pulled the oversized T-shirt over her steadily-expanding boobs with some difficulty. Hot damn, she thought. I'm still growing. Seems this tit-growth is like a snowstorm. You never know how long its going to last, or how many inches you're gonna get. Jiggling away madly, she stepped out onto the floor. No, that's *sex* that's supposed to be like a snowstorm. *************************************************************** Ginny carefully pinned Karen back into the wedding gown she was designing for her. "Classic A-line fits you better than anything else, Karen", she mumbled through the pins. "You'll be a beauti- ful bride. Let me get theis zipper up." Karen stood on the stool and admired Ginny's handiwork. The work was almost done, which was surprising considering that Ginny had to alter the design twice as Karen's bustline grew. But now it was almost finished. Only a few minor details needed attending to. Candy, Tarah, and Ashley stood around her in their peach-colored bridesmaid outfits. Ashley, actually, was standing in for Ginny herself, who was much the same size. "I'm glad you've lowered the neckline again, Ginny", said Karen. "It'll be fun being a busty bride! I never imagined..." "Steve's such a lucky guy", sighed Candy. Karen indeed was a vi- sion in white, lace train falling down her back and covering the floor for three feet behind her. Ginny had paid particular at- tention to the veil; it hovered lightly about Karen's face and hair like a gauze halo. "Oh oh", said Karen. "What's wrong?", asked Ginny through her pins. "I'm tingling again", responded Karen. "Ohmigod." Ginny attempted to undo the work she had just com- pleted, but already she felt Karen's rising breasts working against her, stretching out the front of the gown, pressing against the seams on the side. "Amanda told us to expect it", admonished Tarah. "Mine feel a bit funny, too" Candy's hands flew to her own considerable chest. "Mine just started as well! I can feel it! We're growing again, girls!" "Ashley?", asked Ginny, pins out of her mouth now. "I'm way ahead of you, Gin", Ashley replied. Indeed, she had peeled off the bridesmaid's gown and stood in the middle of the floor in her bra, panties, hose and high heels, looking for all the world twice as old as her nine years. Her 34F bra was al- ready showing signs of stress as her breasts pushed against the cups, rising in two little mounds above them. "Oh shit!", exclaimed Ginny as one of her own freckled breasts popped out of its hiding place. She attempted to tuck it back away under her shirt, but it wouldn't cooperate. "Looks like I'm joining you, girls!", she laughed. All their discomforts were forgotten, though, when Karen cried out for help. "Please!", she cried. "I'm going to split this dress like a sausage casing if you all don't do something!" Frantically, they set to work pulling pins out of the gown, try- ing to free enough space for Karen to grow safely. They were al- most successful when the heard a heart-rending ripping sound. It was the zipper. As Karen's breasts expanded in the front, the zipper pulled away from the other fabric in the back, until it was pulled clear. V-v-v-r-r-r-aaap! Tarah heard her bridesmaid's gown tear away as her own burgeoning cinnamon-colored mams pushed away relentlessly at the fabric. The seam in the shoulders and under her arms were beginning to give way, and her recently purchased 36FF bra was riding up as her breasts swelled. "Dammit!", she swore. "I just bought that rag. Eighteen dollars it cost me, and now look at it! Useless as a doll's hanker- chief!" She managed to wiggle out of the devastation of the bridesmaid's gown. Ashley unshouldered her bra and flung it to the ground. "Look, Mom!", she shouted, shaking her new titties vigorously. "EXCEL- LENT!! Amanda was right. We **are** going to get big! REAL big! Look, Mom, I'm bigger than you are, now!" Candy was occupied in pulling off her own increasingly uncomfort- able brassiere. Her breasts were flowing out the tops, bottoms and sides of the cups by the time she got all the hooks undone. "Well, not by much, baby. Your old mother's growing pretty fast herself! She lifted two copious, overflowing handfuls of titty. Lifing one huge mammary to her mouth, Ashley found she could suck on the nipple. "Momma! Look!", she crowed proudly. "Only nine years old, and I can suck my own tits! Hey! This is great!" She chattered on excitedly. Grabbing her new attributes with both hands, she lifted them up for her mother to inspect. "I can't wait 'til school starts in the fall!", she crowed. "Wait 'til Mindy and Barbie see these whoppers! They'll turn green and DIE! Mom, I'm so glad we came out here for the summer!" Tarah, Candy, and Ashley devoted themselves to comparing the growth of their now-impressive breasts, leaving only Ginny, whose breasts had fallen out of her shirt and were growing rapidly to- wards the floor, to attend to the increasingly beleagured Karen. "Do you think you three could stop your sick little titty games and lend a hand?", she pleaded. Karen's bodice, by this time, was in serious trouble. Two large and rapidly growing hemispheres of tit had forced their way up out of the confines of Karen's gown and were threatening to tear the fabric straight down the middle, where it was already seri- ously stretched. "Too late!", screamed Karen as her breasts exploded through the bodice, tearing through the thick fabric as though it were tissue paper. She tried to stop their shaking with her hands, but they were much too large for that now, and she only succeeded in agi- tating them further. "Oh well", sighed Ginny. " 'For better or for worse' . Back to the designing board we go." She scooped her own dangling breasts, the nipples now brushing roughly against the carpet as she knelt over, into her hands and stood up.