Dr Hooters - Pt. LVII by the Road Dog NOTHING LIKE A WALK ON THE BEACH What a beautiful day, Ashley thought to herself as she turned in bed and stretched. She glanced at the clock in her bedroom. 9:30 it said. Reaching under her sheets, Ashley massaged her big breasts. Yep, she thought, they're still there! Six days later, and she hadn't lost an inch! Now, every day's gonna be a beauti- ful day. She jumped out of bed and pulled her nightgown off, and stood in front of the full-length mirror in her panties. Wow, she thought. Look at 'em! They're really BIG! She turned to one side and then the other to admire their size and shape. Turning around and looking at herself over her left shoulder, she could still see the sides of her massive breasts protruding on either side of her rib cage. Then she heard the door open, and Susan walked into the room. "Checking yourself out, huh, Ashley?", the long-haired Korean girl laughed. "We've all been doing a little of that since last Sunday. Do you like what you see?" Ashley thrust her breasts out as far as they would go, and traced little circles around her areolae with her forefingers. "I love 'em, Susan", she responded. "I can't believe how big they are." Susan shook her own impressive chest under a black top. She had grown to a mind-boggling sixty-three inches, which, on her tiny five-foot-two inch frame, made her look even bigger than she was. "We've all been pretty damn lucky, Ashley", she said. "But you're the luckiest of all. You'll never have to go through what we did, being flat-chested." Grabbing her breasts with both hands, Ashley shook them vigorous- ly. "No, I don't think so", she agreed. Still laughing, Susan disappeared down the stairs. Rummaging about in the closet, she pulled out one of the swim suits her mother ahd bought for her in Pompano Beach. It was a hot pink two-piece, and the top was positively immense. Pulling the top up over her shoulders, she giggled as her whole head disappeared inside one of the spacious cups. "Holy shit! Holy shit!", she repeated to herself again and again. Leaning over to lower her big breasts into the capacious cups, Ashley felt them slapping lightly against her thighs. Then, she stood up, lifting the thick straps over her shouders, and she reached behind her back to fasten the broad band with its muti- tude of hooks and snaps. Bounding downstairs, she saw that Aman- da, her erstwhile guardian and babysitter, was chattering away merrily on the telephone, and wasn't paying any attention to Ash- ley at all. Ashley poured a glass of milk and downed it in two or three gulps, dribbling droplets off her chin onto her enormous boobs. Regular cow's milk now, she thought. Amanda had stopped giving milk over a week ago, and by then, the transformation was well under way. Thank God she had gotten in on it! Look at these tits, she thought. What nine-year old girl ever had tits like these? Except Amanda herself, that is. "Mandy!", she called from the kitchen. "I'm going for a walk up the beach!" Amanda looked up from the phone and waved. Stepping out on the front porch of the cottage, Ashley waved at the small knot of guys that always seemed to be hanging ut on the other side of the street from the house. This crowd had grown recently, but it was still early in the morning on a weekday, and even the most ardent of their fans was either at work, or still in bed. About a block or so up the beach from the house, Ashley hit pay dirt. Amelia Quincey and Tammi Roberts were playing in the sand together. They were the two prettiest girls in Ashley's third grade class the past year, and neither one of them had much time to spare for her before. Let's see who's got time for who now, Ashley thought as she walked up to them. "Hey, Amelia! Hey, Tammy", Ashley called out to them, sticking her hands behind her back and dragging her toe through the sand. "Whatcha doin'?" Tammy, a honey-blonde with green eyes and a deep, almost precan- cerous tan, looked up. All she saw was Ashley's frontal on- slaught, which registered 'adult female' on Tammy's radar screen. "Hi, lady", she replied. "Do we know you? We're not supposed to talk to strangers." Oh, I wouldn't call me a stranger, actually", Ashley countered. "Not after everything we went through in Mrs. Parker's class last year." The dark-haired, dark-eyed Amelia looked up from her sand castle. "Say WHAT?", she said. Then Tammy recognized her. "Ashley! Ashley Ogden!", she screamed. "That's my name", Ashley said. "Don't overuse it." "But, but", sputtered Amelia, trying to form words in a mouth that clearly wasn't working too well. Tammy broke out into a broad smile. "Where the **hell** did you get those big tits, Ashley?", she asked. "They're DECENT!!" "Oh, these little things?", Ashley indicated her new mammary splendor with false modesty. "They just grew." "Since June?", Amelia asked, finding her tongue. Ashley nodded her assent. "They're probably gonna bump you up a year, like they did to Kathy Jansen when she grew her tits at the end of fifth grade", Tammy predicted. "They put her straight into the seventh grade, and you're a lot bigger even than she was." Amelia couldn't tear her eyes away from the deep canyon of her classmate's cleavage. "I've never seen tits as big as yours, Ashley, not even on a grown-up woman. How did they get so big?" "Just lucky, I guess", Ashley replied, digging in the sand with her hand, and setting off a multiple wave under her swimsuit top. Amelia extended a small, brown hand, and touched Ashley's huge left tit. "Hey, cut that out!", Ashley scolded, but she made no move to remove Amelia's hand. "They're real, aren't they, Ashley?", Amelia asked with a growing humility. "Of course, silly", Ashley continued. "What did you think? That I'd be stuffing my titties full of silicone already? My mom'd kill me!! Naw, these are all **me**!!" She shook them for proof. Both girls broke into an excited babble, asking Ashley about ev- ery detail of her astounding growth. "I'm sorry we treated you kind of bad last year", apologized Amelia. "I had no idea..." "What? That I'd have tits this big by August?", Ashley laughed. "Don't worry about it!" Inwardly, she was thrilled to have made Amelia eat a little humble pie. Tammy reached over and tapped Ashley on the left shoulder. "Ash- ley", she implored. "Can you come to my lawn party on the sev- enth? We'll have such fun. I'd be delighted if you could..." Ashley frowned. The seventh was the day of Karen and Steve's long-awaited engagement party. Her first party as a big girl, and she wasn't going to miss it for anything. Suddenly, she felt years older than either Tammy or Amelia, and she sighed deeply, causing her huge bust to nearly jump out of her swimsuit top. "I'm sorry, Tammy", she said. "I've got a previous engagement. Maybe some other time, OK?" She rose to go. Tammy and Amelia dwindled to little girls, cow- ering at her feet, which she couldn't see anyway. "See you around", she said. A sandwich delivery boy fell off his bicycle as Ashley turned suddenly in his direction. Hey, this is fun, she thought to her- self. Eventually, Ashley came to a spot where the breakwater came right down to the shoreline, and there was only a narrow space between the water and the looming wall of the breakwater. Looking down the beach, she saw the rose-colored buildings of the Corona Real resort on the ither side. Maybe she'd drop in on Tarah at work, she thought. She looked up at an ill-favored group of boys sunning themselves on top of the breakwater about halfway down. As she approached them, they began to call out to her. "Well, hey BAY-BEE!" "Here, pussy, pussy, pussy!" "Shake that shit, bay-bee!" Ashley saw five boys; three skinny, dishwater blond boys as thin as death and as pale as glowworms popped up from behind the re- taining wall. One of them woozily let a plastic bag flutter to the ground. Oh shit! Ashley thought. They've been huffing glue, most likely. Then, the biggest boy, a large, lumpy fellow with a shaved head jumped down behind Ashley as she passed. A dark-haired, pock-marked boy with a rat's face followed closely behind him. "I'm gonna take a piece outta this shit!", the lumpy boy mut- tered. "Yeah, 'Dre!", shouted one of the blond boys. "Twat like that don't come out our way every day!" Ashley looked at them with disgust, unable to decide which of the five was the ugliest. She pretended not to notice them. " 'Nother stuck-up cunt, huh, 'Dre?", snarled the pock-marked boy, bare-chested in pair of oversized jeans. "Uh-yuh", mumbled 'Dre. "They-yuh all stuck up 'til yuh cut 'em some. Thin they-yuh git nice as hell." Ashley picked up her pace, but the five boys tailing her matched her pace. For the first time, she found herself wishing she hadn't left the house alone, wishing Amanda was with her. "Go away!", she shouted to her pursuers. "I'll scream!" "Uh, she-yuhll scream. Huh huh huh", laughed 'Dre. The others cackled like hyenas. Ashley broke into a run, somehow believing that if she were able to reach the spot where the retaining wall receeded away from the shoreline and treh beach began again, she'd be safe. "Girlfriend's big-ass titties shore do shake a lot whin she runs, don't they 'Dre?", laughed another of the pale boys. "Uh-yuh. Shore do", 'Dre agreed. "Leave me alone!", Ashley shouted one last time as she reached the end of the retaining wall. "Go away!" Just then, she felt the heavy weight of one of her pursuers fall across her back, pinning her to the sand. "Hey! You lot!", she heard a female voice call out. "Leave her alone!" Her assaulter, amazingly, rolled off her, and Ashley was able to stand up. Before she was able to break and run, 'Dre grabbed her arm in a meaty grip and pulled her to him. "Looka here", 'Dre remarked lethargically. "Here cuhm s'more pussy onna hoof." Two young blonde girls came running up in matching floral-print bikinis. Ashley tried to free herself from 'Dre's grasp, but she couldn't resist his blubbery strength. The two blonde girls didn't appear to be afraid of the crew of hoodlums, and rushed right into the thick of things. "Let her go right now, you fat wanker!", shouted the bigger girl. "Or I'll call the police on you!" "Oh, the PO-lice", all the boys shouted in unison. "Please, don't call the PO-lice!" One of the pale boys made a move to grab the smaller blonde, when the bigger one dropped him with a well-placed kick to the crotch. When he hunched over to protect the family jewels, she doubled her fists and brought him down in- to the sand with a blow to the back of the head. "Get a load of that, you little shit!", she howled. Another of the pale boys howled. "Wally! Whot the fuck...?", he moaned. Then, glaring at the blonde girl who stood over his fallen partner with her fists clenched, he roared at her. "That's my brother, you little Brit bitch! I'm gonna kick your ass, then I'mo ass-fuck yuh 'til yuh bleed!" "Oh, yeah, you 'n whose army, cunt-face?", taunted the larger blonde. The two remaining pale boys and the pock-marked dark-haired boy circled the two blondes while 'Dre pulled Ashley closer to him, grubbing away at her bikini top with his fat fingers. "Hey, fat asshole!", came a voice from behind him. "Let the girl go!" It was a masculine voice, steady, if not deep. "I'mo bust yur shit", 'Dre remarked phlegmatically, hauling off for a roundhouse punch on the tall, dark-skinned boy. He never connected, for the dark-haired boy twirled around and caught the lumpy hoodlum in the side of the temple with a karate kick. "C'mon, you fat, ugly faggot", taunted the dark-haired boy. "I'm from Miami. We shoot assholes like you to keep the city clean!" "Uh. Kick-fightin' bitch, huh? From Mi-yam-muh?", muttered 'Dre, not believing that anyone could lay a hand on him, much less do any damage to him. "I'll still gonna bust yur shit, lit- tle faggot!", he bellowed as he bore down on his challenger. The dark-haired boy stepped aside as 'Dre charged by, and caught him behind the knees with a kick that sent the larger boy sprawling in the sand. In a heartbeat, the dark-haired boy had lept on 'Dre's back, and had him in a pain-compliance hold behind his back. Meanwhile, the other two boys rushed to the aid of the beleagured blondes and the shaken Ashley. The bigger blonde had just dropped Wally a second time with another kick to the same place, and Wally lost breakfast all over the beach. "Serves ya right, dog-breath!", she shouted. One of the new boys had squared off against the pock-marked boy, who decided he had no stomach for a fair fight, and bolted. The two remaining pale-skinned boys were losing a hard scrap against the other new boy, the smaller blonde, and Ashley. Finally, they broke and ran as well, leaving Wally and 'Dre to face the full wrath of the combined defenders. Wally pretty much had the fight taken out of him, and he limped away behind his partners, and the dark-haired boy gave 'Dre's arm a twist, bringing his knee to play between the larger boy's elbow and shoulder. "Ay-yow!", shouted 'Dre in genuine agony, "Yuh don't have tuh break it, dammit!" "Say ' I'm an asshole ' ", demanded the dark-haired boy. "Go fuck yurself. EEEyow! Shit! OK, I'm an asshole! I'm an asshole!", 'Dre complied. "Say ' I ain't got no dick. Just a little fuzzy place between my legs! ' " "Ayayay-yow!" "Say it, bitch!", the dark-haired boy commanded again, and 'Dre complied, stubbornly but certainly. The dark-haired boy releases his grip, and 'Dre went running down the beach, calling to his fleeing buddies. Ashley turned to her rescuers. "I gotta thank you all for show- ing up when you did. That was really scary!" She smiled at the larger blonde. "You sure know where to kick 'em, honey!" The smaller blonde girl shook her head. "Bloody great bas- tards!", she swore. "They need summat to do, picking on a girl like that." Ashley then noticed that her two female rescuers were also quite well-endowed, revealing their assets in the skimpiest of thong bikinis. "My name's Ashley Ogden", Ashley said, extending her hand to the smaller blonde. "That's a **boy's** name", giggled the smaller blonde. Ashley thrust her very un-masculine breasts out in reply. "Do **I** look like a boy?", she challenged. "Trish don't mean nothing", replied the larger blonde. "Sorry. I'm Suki Mallory, and that's my little sister, Trisha, there. I'm sorry, but we don't know the blokes." The shorter blond-haired boy laughed. "No", he said. "We weren't together, Ashley. My name is Eric Preston, from Miami." "I'm Marty Rodriguez", said the tall, dark boy who had sent 'Dre running. I'm from Miami, too." The third boy smiled. "I'm Gerard Jones. They call me 'Chigger' Ashley looked over at the two blonde girls. "We're from England. Wiltshire.", Suki said, anticipating her question. "We're on holiday for a month, up at the Corona Real resort." "Oh", Ashley replied. "Two of the girls I live with work up there. Tarah and Karen. Have you met 'em?" "What do they look like?", asked Tricia. "Tarah's black, mulatto really, with long black hair. Karen's beautiful and blonde, with blue eyes", Ashley answered. "Uh, they both got big boobs, too." Tricia giggled. "If they're as big as you are, we'd have been sure to have noticed them by now." Chigger jumped into the conversation at this juncture. Girls' breasts were a matter of some importance to him, and he wasn't about to let the topic just slide by. "Shee-yit!", he laughed. "Lookit the pot callin' the kettle black, huh? B'tween the three of y'all, I ain't seen so much titty since my brother Bubba took me to see 'Redneck Truckstop Honeys' at the Starlight Drive-In!" Embarassed by his boldness, he began to pinken slightly about the ears. The three girls all laughed roundly, and Ashley saw the older British girl glance at the handsome blonde-haired boy. Hmmph!, she thought to herself. **She** doesn't waste any time, the lit- tle Brit cow! The way she's falling out of that swimsuit, I'm surprised all three of them don't have their noses buried there. Still, she seems nice... "Where do you boys stay?", asked the ever-direct Tricia. By this time, the whole party was moving slowly in the direction of the still-distant Corona Real resort. "Oh, Chig's a town boy", replied Eric. "His folks live out on Powerline Road. Marty and me, we're staying with my brother Jeremy just down the beach there on Ocean Drive - 1421." Ashley beat her palms together excitedly. "Oh goody!", she squeaked. "We're neighbors then! I live next door at 1401. Karen's Steve's fiancee. You know Steve, don't you?" "We just met him this morning", replied Eric. "Nice fellow. Plays in a band, doesn't he?" Suki looked Ashley over. Little American minx. Look at the way she's eating that nice Eric boy alive with her eyes. Bet if she'd have half a chance, she'd have him smothered between those great titties of hers. Still, she *does* seem nice... Putting her hand on Ashley's shoulder, Suki invited her to the penthouse for lunch. "Its lovely up there, and the help brings the food right to your door. We'd love to have you come." "Yes", squealed Tricia. "Please do!" "OK!", Ashley agreed excitedly. "Thanks! I'll call home from your place, then." She turned her attention to the three boys. "I hope you guys don't mind. Since we live right next door, I'm sure we'll be seeing each other again." She looked directly at Eric as she said this. Ashley blew a kiss in Eric's general direction. Suki and Ashley gave a little finger-wave to the departing boys. "See ya later", Suki said. "Thanks for lending a hand." She caught Eric's eye and winked. "1421 Ocean Drive you said, didn't you?" Eric dropped his eyes. "Hope to see you around", he said to her. Oh, you will, she thought to herself. You will indeed. "Sure", she said. The boys separated and began walking slowly back to the other side of the beach. Suki looked over her shoulders as they dwindled to three specks on the golden beach. "These American boys are all right", she remarked. "Especially that Eric. I wouldn't crawl over *him* to get to you!" Ashley laughed. "You could toss him my way when you're fin- ished." This, for some reason, broke the ice with Suki, who put her arm around her sister's waist and that of the dark-haired American girl. She laughed. "When I get through with 'em, there's not much left! Lets get on with lunch"