Dr Hooters - Pt. LVIII by the Road Dog FRIENDS OLD AND NEW Jennie wasn't hard to pick out as she came down the ramp off of the wide-body British Airways jet in Orlando. The other passen- gers gave the dark-haired, seriously-attired Englishwoman a wide berth, as if she could infect them with something. Katie spotted her right away. "Yoo-hoo, Jen!", she shouted. "Over HERE!" Jennie saw her, and ran to embrace her. The hugged and kissed, a kiss that threatened to overstep the bounds of propriety and friendly greeting. "Grief, Jen", Katie said. "You look like you just left the lab." Jennie was dressed in a no-nonsense navy- blue business suit with a white cravat, hose, and a pleated skirt. Her impressive bust was encased in a cream-colored blouse with gold buttons. By contrast, five days in Florida had left Katie slightly toasted in her khaki shorts, white pumps and oversized T-shirt. Jennie smiled. "Gone native, Kates?", she joked, grabbing her girlfriend's arm and giving it a playful squeeze. " 'The rules are different here' ", said Katie, echoing an adver- tising campaign she had heard somewhere. "Let's find out how different", Jennie replied, giving Katie a clandestine pat on the bum. "But, then, we have to think about the girls, don't we?" Katie relaxed. "Ah, the girls are in fine form", she told Jen- nie. You should see them in their swim suits. That juice of ours did them a power of good." As they descended the escalator to the baggage claim area, Jennie grabbed Katie's arm again. "Speaking of our 'juice', Kates", she whispered. "You know that Paula disappeared right after those experiments we did that proved that the formula wasn't trans- ferrable through breast milk." "I knew she was a bit disappointed", Katie replied. "But she got out of the affair with the biggest tits of all, so I don't know why her nose is so out of joint." "She's here. In Florida.", warned Jennie, picking her leather travelling bags off the rotating arm. "What is *she* doing here?", asked Katie, surprised. "I thought she and that Lee Tasker..." "Lee Tasker was just a means to an end for our Paula", Jennie replied. "She's been working all along for some client in the Far East, Japanese maybe." Jennie lifted a small black brief- case. "All the papers are in here. There's some amazing stuff, Kates. Roger, Roxanne actually, has been riding the computer day and night for several weeks, digging this stuff up for me. You won't believe what he -she's found." Then she laughed, and all the gaiety and conspiracy returned to her pretty, animated face. "But, we're on holiday now, Kates", she said, stroking her immense breast under her cream coloured blouse. "And I can't wait until I can jam these babies against your beautiful face!" Katie emitted a tiny bat's squeak of lust, and grabbed another of Jennie's bags as it slid off the conveyor. *************************************************************************** Amanda's phone call came at the end of the busiest week in Blair's whole short life. First, Jill had to teach Mary Lou how to keep herself down to a manageable size. Repeating her earlier lessons with Blair, Jill little by little whittled Mary Lou's abundance down a respectable eighty-four inches, at which point, Mary Lou once again found herself able to move around, walk, sleep on her back, and appear in public without causing a stampede. Several times, though, especially when she got excited, Mary Lou had forgotten the techniques she had been taught, and her breasts ballooned out of her control until they regained their former splendor. The last time this had occured, Mary Lou had pushed several aisles of a supermarket up against the walls, and Jill had scarcely been able to get her out before the cameras and newspeople arrived. Roger, though, was a bit put out when it was discovered that Mary Lou's sexual insatiability was independent of the size of her breasts. He had a rough couple of days before Jill was able to get that under harness as well. Ever the gentleman, he took leave of Jill, Mary Lou, and Blair, promising to hold his tongue, and to give Mary Lou a call when things normalized. Then, suddenly, they could no longer ignore Marsha Sanchez. One day late in July, she grew to titanic proportions and, while the whole world watched, she marched down through the city like Godzilla and disappeared into Biscayne Bay. Under the most in- tense scrutiny, Jill, Katrina actually, had been able to convince the media and the military authorities that Marsha's terrifying size was the result of a Clayton Enterprises experiment gone bad- ly awry. Not that her story was so far from the truth... Katrina was allowed access to Marsha on her island. Surprising- ly, they found the gigantic teenager quite happily provided for, with a normal-sized boyfriend for company. 'You'd be surprised how much fun it can be to be two hundred feet tall', Marsha con- fided to Blair afterwards, 'if you're willing to be a little cre- ative.' Blair and Mary Lou watched as Katrina explained to Marsha how she should concentrate her force all together in one place, and hurl it forth from her body in a great charge. That night, a great bolt of green lightning flew over the skies of Miami, causing the windows in several buildings to shatter from the deafening peal of thunder which followed it. When it was over, Marsha was back to what was 'normal' for her, eight-feet four. After that, Tommy showed up again. Having quarrelled with the owner of the Cadillac Allante, he spent the last couple of months looking frantically for Blair throughout the whole city. It had been pure cunning on his part to deduce that the giantess on the television screen had some relation to his girlfriend's outra- geous growth and subsequent disappearance. When Clayton Enter- prises was mentioned in connection with the whole affair, he thrashed his street sources about until he came up with Jill's address. That Tommy was able to locate Jill's private residence, even with such difficulty, shook Jill up somewhat. Blair and the rest didn't see her for the next couple of days. At least, Tommy had news about her mother and grandmother. They were safe, with his former foster father, in north Florida, about a half an hour's drive from the resort town of Century Beach, in Flagler County. ********************************** Lunch was, as Suki had promised, varied and abundant. "I won a sweeps in England from an orange juice company", she explained to her new friend. "A whole month free in Florida for four." "Who else came with you?", asked Ashley, busily squeezing a grapefruit into a bowl. "Your mom and dad?" "Nah", Trisha jumped in. "We got two more sisters. Penny and Katie. Pen's off at the mall, we hope. She's younger, like us. Katie's older, and she's off in Orlando collecting her friend Jennie at the airport. Katie's officially looking after us this month." "How old are you two, then?", Ashley asked, wrinkling her fore- head. "I'm ten, and Trish over there's eight". Suki answered. "Nine at Christmas!", Trisha chimed in. Ashley looked back and forth at her new friends, puzzled. Their floral print bikinis left very little to the imagination, and both girls filled them out very generously. Even little Trisha was much larger on top than most adult women, and, from the way she had bounced and flaunted herself with the boys earlier, was quite aware of it. Suki read Ashley's unspoken comment. "You think we can't possi- bly be as young as we are, because our tits are so big, right?" "Uh, well", Ashley stammered. "I *did* think you were both a bit older, like maybe sixteen, fifteen." Trisha pointed at Ashley's own packed-to-bursting swimsuit top, two buttons from exploding in an avalanche of flesh. "You're bigger than we are!", she shouted artlessly. "How old are you?" At first, at crossed Ashley's mind to lie to the two sisters, but she reconsidered. There was something going on here, something she needed to know about. "I'm like you", she confessed. "I'm, uh, only nine. I've got big tits, but I've only had them for a couple of weeks." She swallowed hard. "I'm not really used to them yet. Not like you two!" Trisha howled with delight. "I *knew* it! I *knew* it, Sooks!", she yelled. "The Americans know about it, too! I *told* you!" Ashley was genuinely puzzled. "What do you mean?" The two sisters told her their whole story, how their sister Katie had been working in a laboratory in England. One day, their sister came home with a new friend, Jennie. Katie had al- ways had 'quite large ones, like all the girls in our family' but that night, she had appeared at the house with these great mas- sive tits the size of sofa cushions. That wasn't all. Her friend Jennie was even larger than Katie. As it turned out, Katie, a chemist, had discovered some sort of formula that made girls' tits grow. The two of them had decided to test it out, on Katie's sisters. The formula worked, very well indeed. "You should have seen our mum's face that night!", giggled Suki. "I thought she was going to just die!" "You should have seen *Daniel's* mum's face!", corrected Trisha. "Anyway", bragged Suki. "ever since then, we'ved had *these*!" She indicated her big breasts jutting proudly off her chest in the floral swimsuit top. "They were the biggest we'd ever seen, until we met you!" Ashley peeled away her hot pink top, and her own sixty inches tumbled out into the hotel room. She brushed a bit of sand off the side of one of them with her hand, and it jiggled correspond- ingly. "If you think I'm big", she said, "you should meet my friend Amanda. I think she has the biggest tits in the world, and she's younger than I am, or so she says. They're about the size of two trash cans." Emboldened by Ashley's gesture, both Trisha and Suki stripped away their tops as well. The room seemed to shrink as it filled with pink, pre-adolescent breast-flesh. Trisha giggled. "Wouldn't that nice Nigger boy like to be here right now?" " 'Chigger' ", corrected Ashley. " A chigger's a bug we have down here in Florida. ' Nigger ' 's a not very nice word for black people." Suki wrinkled her nose. "Its a funny name anyway", she said. "Amanda was shipwrecked in a hurricane we had here a couple of weeks ago", Ashley explained. "She ended up staying with us be- cause she didn't have any money or any clothes, and she didn't know where her family was. Really, the only thing she had were these huge titties!" "Anyway", Ashley continued. "If you count my mom, there were six, no seven, college girls staying at the house when Amanda moved in. Not long after she moved in, all the girls in the house started growing titties, my mom, even me! At first, they were real small. But then, they got bigger, and now, they're all real big!" Ashley grabbed her large, pumpkin-sized breasts with both hands close to the nipples, indeed, the only place where she could get much of a grip on them at all. "Just like me!", she crowed. "Ginny, that's one of the girls my mom 'n me are staying with, broke down and told us that Amanda had been giving milk every night, and that she had been putting the milk in the refrigerator to try and save money." Ashley rubbed her cigar-stub sized nip- ples, making them stand on end. "Turns out, we'd been drinking Amanda's milk, and it gave us all big titties", she concluded. "I was kind of scared at first, but now, hell, I think its kind of cool!" Suki, who found herself more than a little aroused watching the dark-haired Ashley play with her big breasts, grabbed her around the neck, crushed her own forty-six-plus inches into Ashley's shoulder, and plopped a big wet kiss on her cheek. "I think its lovely to find another girl who knows what it feels like", she said. "My sisters and I don't have anyone in our village we can really talk to. None of the girls won't come near us 'cos of our tits, and the blokes, well, they're not much good for talking, if you know what I mean. You wanna be friends?" Ashley broke into a wide smile. "Friends for-EVER!", she trum- peted, throwing her hand, palm down, into the middle of the space separating her from Suki and Trisha. The two sisters threw their hands on top of Ashley's, excited about fulfilling what appeared to them to be some exotic American blood-sister initiation. "Friends for-EVURR!", they echoed. Just then, the doorbell rang. Suki went to open it, and gasped when she saw a beautiful copper-skinned Jamaican girl standing behind it, nearly exploding out of her uniform blouse. "Room service", she said. "Are you finished with your lunch? There were two young black fellows standing behind her, but Suki couldn't tell whether they worked for the hotel or were just fol- lowing the girl around. "Tarah!", Ashley screamed when she saw the Jamaican girl. "These are my two new friends, Suki and Trisha Mallory! They're from ENGLAND! Wiltshire!", she added, without much certainty. Tarah greeted them both. Looks like they've got at least a cou- ple of things in common with Ashley, Tarah thought. That'll be good for her. "Pleased to meet you, Suki, Trisha. My name's Tarah Morrison, and.." "You live with Ashley and her mum at that house on the beach, don't you?", interrupted Trisha. "The house where all the girls grew the fabulous big tits? You've got some famous ones your- self." Tarah smiled and shook her head. "Word does get around", she said. "Ashley", she continued. "You need to call the house. Amanda's worried sick about you, and so is your mom, and Karen." "Amanda was on the phone when I left.", Ashley countered. "She didn't want to come up here with me." Tarah laughed. "You haven't heard? No, how could you? Amanda's found her sister! She'll be coming up sometime tomorrow from Mi- ami!" ******************************************** Peter returned to the limousine with bad news. "The penthouse has been rented for the entire month, Mistress", he informed the petite brown-haired woman in the back of the lounge. She was lying back against a pile of pillows, and was receiving cunnilingus from a docile young man in leg irons. Thank God our employer doesn't have to pay for all this woman's shit, he thought to himself. Paula stroked the sides of her improbably large breasts, bringing herself to a thundering climax right before Peter's eyes, and nearly drowning the poor slave in her ejaculate. Then, returning to a more normal state, she dismissed the slave. "You may return to the other vehicle, Rodney. You have served well. Perhaps Mistress's compassionate breasts will select you tonight" "Oh, thank you, Mistress!" Rodney prostrated himself before the object of his devotion, Paula's extraordinarily large, firm, and nearly spherical breasts, which stood out on her tiny four-foot- ten frame like two huge pumpkins on a garden stake. He was sent flying by a prod from Paula's red pumps. Wrinking his nose in distaste, Peter crawled in beside his coworker. The woman lives in lingerie and leather, he thought as Paula pulled her red teddy back into place following Rodney's ministrations. And they pay her for the abuse, the perverts! "You disapprove of my lifestyle, colleague", Paula accused him as he found a place next to her. "Your lifestyle is none of my business, Mistress", he returned, using the term out of habit. "It doesn't cost the Firm a penny, and it serves to protect you from the public eye as much as can be expected for a woman of your, uh, dimensions." Cradling her mammoth breasts in her forearms, Paula taunted him. "You know, I could set it up for you to have a pair like this, Peter. Wouldn't that go over big with those young boys you're always chasing? Of course, you'd have to get your name changed on all your credit cards." Despite his calm demeanour and impec- cable appearance, Peter flushed bright red. "Wouldn't you know even an American gent like you would pick up a few select English vices during his school days!", she laughed. "As your lifestyle is none of my business, Miss Featherstone", he responded, returning to a more formal manner of speech, "so my vices are none of yours. I shall remain as I am, without re- course to such a curious bloating as seems to have befallen you." The limousine weaved slowly along the oceanfront boulevard, stop- ping briefly at each hotel and resort while Paula waved the driv- er on at each one. They finally drove up to a well-appointed place at the opposite extreme of the beach from the Corona Real, where they had begun. Peter went inside to check on the accomo- dations. "They have a five room three bath suite available at six hundred per night", he said brightly. "The Firm will pick up two-fifty if your people will pay the difference." Paula made a quick phone call to Miami, and the deal was closed. Two weeks at five-seventy per, with an option for an additional week at the standard rate. She instructed the following vehicle to prepare the lodgings while she awaited in the limousine. "It must be nice to have to have your own little doll-house, Miss Featherstone", Peter remarked caustically. "Complete with dolls." Paula yawned, her immense breasts shaking wildly like great vast tubs of gelatin. "You'll never know 'til you try it, Petie!" She made a call to the other vehicle, and presently a muscular, handsome black man with close-cropped hair in a conservative grey suit and blue tie, stepped into the limousine. He stripped care- fully until he was naked except for his bikini briefs. "Jerome", Paula greeted him. "You have been selected to adminis- ter Mistress's eleventh orgasm today." She opened a braguette on her red silk panties and exposed her dark, glistening patch. Jerome knelt before her and stared up at her. "May I inquire as to the well-being of Mistress's matchless breasts?", he pleaded. "You may", she answered imperiously. "They shall be full by evening." "We rejoice, Mistress", Jerome replied, as he buried his face in Paula's cunt and began slurping loudly. *********************************************