Dr Hooters - Pt LIX by the Road Dog NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT Having met Ashley, Suki and Trisha so early in the day ruined the afternoon of girl-watching that Eric, Marty and Chigger had planned. After a couple of hours of perusing the local talent of Century Beach, the three boys decided they all looked sort of un- derdeveloped, and decided to head back to Eric's father's house. Coming in throught the kitchen door, they heard some laughing and giggling from an upstairs room. It sounded like a man and a wom- an. Eric called upstairs to see if it was his brother Jeremy. It wasn't. Then there was a loud scream, as if the woman had found something that surprised, but delighted her. "Must be Steve and Karen", Eric explained to his two friends, who had switched on the television in the living room. Chigger was playing with one of Jeremy's computers, and Marty was watching the Disney Afternoon. "Sure seems to be a lot of fuckin' goin on 'round these parts", Chigger remarked. "I hope it rubs off on us." "When did Jeremy say he'd be back, Eric?", asked Marty. "He went into town to buy some groceries early this morning", Er- ic replied. "He said we took him by surprise. He only found Dad's note on Sunday, and they've been busy getting things to- gether with the band for his roommate's engagement party on Mon- day." "Do you think those two blonde English girls'll be goin'?", Chig- ger wondered aloud. "Pretty impressive chestworks they had, didn't they?", replied Marty. "Not to mention that Ashley. **She'll** be going, I don't doubt. She lives next door with your brother's fiancee." Marty rubbed his chin. "You know, I haven't seen knockers like that since..." "Blair and Amanda disappeared", Eric finished for him. "There y'all go on about Blair and Amanda agin!", complained Chigger. "Blair and Amanda! Amanda and Blair! Damn! Y'all'd think they wasn't no more girls in the whole world b'sides those two!" "Its hard to forget a girl when her tits grow right in your hands", Eric said. Marty nodded his assent. "It does make an impression on you", he added. "Still", Chigger continued. "I wouldn't give either that Ashley or that Suki a toss-out, Eric. Both them li'l heifers were givin' you the eye like you was the prize bull at the state fair." Then there came a furious clatter at the kitchen door, and Ginny strode into the room. "Hey!", she shouted. "You must be Eric! Jeremy told me you were coming. Welcome to Century Beach!" "Actually, I come here every sum...", Eric began, but Ginny cut him off. "Oh, you've brought some friends with you!" "Only Marty came with me from Miami", Eric explained. "Ol' Chig's from out on Powerline." Ginny tossed herself down on the sofa, her huge basketball-sized breasts jiggling despite her large commodious bra, clearly out- lined against her tight white cotton top. "You're even better lookin' than your brother, Eric", she laughed. "But don't tell him I told you that." "You must be Ginny", Eric said. "Oh, he told you about me, did he? I must be getting somewhere with him at last!" She slapped her jean-clad thigh with her hand in a gesture of triumph. "Where is Jer?" "In town, I think. He left this morning, and he hasn't been back since. But he told me you might be coming over." "Oh yeah?", Ginny replied. "What did he say?" "He said for you to keep the floor dry, that he'd be back as soon as he could." "Sounds like Jer", she grimaced. Then she sat up. "Hey! Why don't you guys come over? I can introduce you around. Give us a couple minutes to make sure everyone's decent, OK?" She bounded up off the sofa and out the kitchen door. The three boys heard the fence gate slam behind her. "What gives with all the big tits around here?", Chigger re- marked. "Your brother's girlfriend has boobies the size of bushel baskets! I've lived in this podunk hole all mah born days, and I've seen more titty today than I have my whole dog-ass life!" *************************** "You've simply *got* to come up and meet my sisters, Chris", Pen- ny pleaded. "They'll be simply devastated if you don't." She pulled on his arm until he consented. "I told Mom I'd be back for supper, though, and it won't give us time to make it to the mall", he countered. "Oh, *forget* the soddin' mall", she moaned. "I've got all month to go shopping!" She moved in close to him, rubbing her ample breasts against his arm as they stepped off the bus together in front of the hotel. They found the penthouse deserted, but full of the detritis of a quickly consumed lunch. "Trish! Sooks! Yoo-hoo!", Penny called. "Come on out!" Chris lay his athletic bag on the couch by the door, looked around, and let his breath out in a slow whistle. "Nice place they gave you guys for the month." "It'll do all right", Penny said. "I don't know where my sisters have got to, sweetheart, but I'm sure they'll be popping their heads out for a look soon enough. I say we take advantage of the situation." She moved in close to Chris and encircled her arms about his neck. Chris responded by putting his arms around her slender waist and pulling her to him. He didn't have to pull her far before he felt the warm softness of her incredible breasts melting against him. "You know, Penny...", he started. "You American boys are all the same", she whispered. "All talk and no action!" Pulling his head down to hers, she locked her mouth with his. They collapsed in the middle of the floor for what seemed to be a geological age while their mouths and tongues explored each other, then Penny pulled back slightly. "Oh, yummy", she said, and dove in for more. Chris ran his hands down her back, pulling it through her short, fine hair, and kneading her firm, generous rump. Penny ground her pelvis hard against his in way of response, and began unbut- toning his cotton polo shirt. Pulling her down onto the floor, Chris gave a yank on Penny's light blue blouse, liberating it from the waistband of her grey floral skirt. Penny obliged him by sitting up next to him, and unbuttoning her blouse slowly. "You want to see me, Chrissy?", she teased. She opened her blouse to the third button, and flashed Chris a quick glimpse of impressive cleavage before closing in back up again. Chris reached for the blouse himself, but she pushed his hand away. "No, no, no", she giggled. "What am I getting in return?" Chris pulled his polo shirt over his head. He had a slim, muscu- lar build, and his chest was still naked, although his young nip- ples were beginning to sprout some fine down. Penny oohed, and opened another button. Now, the tops of her bra cups were visi- ble, and it seemed to Chris that he had never seen anything so beautiful in all his life as those two blue lace cups brimming with snowy white breast-flesh. He reached for ther shirt again. "C'mon Penny", he taunted. "You've seen everything I've got on top now!" "A bloke's titties aren't nothing", she answered. "If you want to see more, you have to show me more." Chris undid his belt, and pulled down his zipper. Penny undid another button, giving Chris a full view of her capable blue-lace bra, and the bounty it contained. Eager to please, Chris pulled his trousers clean off, and tossed them onto the chair next to him. He looked kind of ridiculous in his underwear, socks, and soccer shoes, but Penny rewarded him by slithering out of her blouse, her creamy upper body encased now in nothing but the ca- pacious blue lace bra. Penny shook her bounty in Chris's face. "See!", she teased him. "I told you it was worth it, didn't I? Want to see more?" "I'm gonna have to get naked just to see your titties, Penny?", Chris croaked. "It really doesn't seem fair to me..." Turning her back on Chris, Penny presented him with a challenge. "If you can get it off", she taunted, "you can see 'em for free!" Chris fell to the task with an uncommon amount of vigour. He had experience in this field, but never before had he encountered such a complex, well-secured device. Little by little, he worked the innumerable snaps free from the hasps, then he carefully peeled the broad shoulder straps down Penny's arms. Good Lord, thought Chris as Penny's voluminous bra fluttered to the carpet. She hardly needed that thing at all. Penny's large golden-white breasts stood high and firm on her slender chest, beginning just below her collarbone and swelling out to the bot- tom of her rib cage in a perfect teardrop shape, and jutting out proudly with very little droop or sag. Her rose-colored nipples perched jauntily at the very tips, stiffening in the air- conditioning and pointed upwards at about a forty-five degree an- gle. Chris felt tears coming to his eyes. He had never before come so close to witnessing perfection. Penny expressed the unspoken thought she saw forming behind his eyes. "They *are* beautiful, aren't they, sweets?", she whispered. "I'm so glad you're the first boy to see them like this." Chris bent his head worshipfully and took one of the rosy nipples with its perfectly round areola into his mouth. Penny moaned slightly and put her slender hand behind his head, burying it in his mass of dark curls. With his free hand, Chris pulled his briefs away and let Penny see for herself the effect she was hav- ing on him. When Penny saw Chris's erection, something melted inside her. She went all loose and wobbly down below her waist, and she felt something like a tingly fog spread throughout all her members. She pulled her skirt away, and soon found that the crotch of her panties, which were covered with little printed balloons, was sopping wet for some reason. She wriggled out of them, and kicked her shoes off. Chris collapsed on top of her, pressing his turgid dick against her thigh, looking desperately for entry. For her part, Penny writhed and wiggled beneath him, seeking equally desperately to allow him purchase. They were on the verge of being defeated by their mutual inexperience when the front door of the penthouse flew open. "Fuck me, Ash!", Suki shrieked. "They're fucking **FUCKING**!!! Fuck! Right on the fucking carpet!" Trisha howled with laughter. "Look! She didn't even give the poor fucker a chance to take his fuckin' shoes off, the horny little slut!" ******************************************************* Katie drummed her fingertips on the picnic table waiting for Jen- nie to reemerge from the ladies' 'loo at the rest stop on the su- perhighway. when she did, Katie smiled. *This* was the Jennie she remembered! Gone was the drone-like business suit with the no-nonsense pumps and the sober pleated skirt. Jennie had changed into a breathtakingly snug pair of jeans, a pair of five inch heels, a yellow halter top that accentuated every spectacu- lar curve of her fifty-nine inches, and a large, floppy straw hat to protect her porcelain complexion form the fierce subtropical sun. Sitting down beside Katie on the picnic bench, Jennie opened her briefcase and pulled out a thick sheaf of papers. "I figure we can talk here, Kates", she said. "No place quite so private as a public piss-stop!" She turned one of the papers over. "Tasker and Fothergill had been lying to us from the beginning", she told the younger woman. "Not only did our research have nothing to do with that rot about lowering sperm counts, but they weren't all that concerned about breast growth either." "What do you mean?", asked Katie. "I thought that was the whole purpose behind Herzheim's research, to find a non-surgical alter- native to breast-enlargement." "No", Jennie said emphatically. "That was a by-product, one *we* discovered for them. Undfortunately, the poor bastards got so hypnotized by those swelling boobs all around them that they for- got about the purpose of their work, and I don't think their em- ployers are at all pleased!" "I'm confused", Katie admitted. "Who signed our checks at the Lab, Kates?", Jennie asked. "Fothergill, of course." "And where did *he* get the money?", Jennie continued. "I had always assumed we were funded by the Government", Katie replied, shrugging a bare shoulder. "Wrong", Jennie corrected her. "Herzheim's funding came almost one hundred percent. from Mastuzaka, a huge Japanese firm with their hands in a lot of pies; shipbuilding, telecommunications, steel, and it turns out, biotechnology." Pulling a photocopied article from a manila folder, Jennie passed it to Katie. "Effects of Riosine and D-chrysotides on Rodent In- telligence", Katie read. "I hope you don't expect me to follow the chemistry, Jen." "No, heart", Jennie patted her on the shoulder. "Just read the byline." " 'Julie Heatherwick and Jill Clayton, University of Southern Florida, Miami, Florida' ", Katie read. "That's the lab that Candystripe was financing, wasn't it? The lab Paula Featherstone was supposed to be involved with." "Paula is no chemist", warned Jennie. "The best I can make out is that she was a money-runner, hiding Mastuzaka's involvement with Candystripe as she attempted to hide it at Herzheim. Unfor- tunately, she took to meddling a bit too deeply, trying to find out what her employer was up to, and the whole thing blew up in her face. Now she's having to toe the line a little more care- fully." "So, what does Mastuzaka want?", asked Katie, cutting directly to the quick. "Hold your head, Kates", Jennie said. "From what Roxanne and I have been able to piece together, Mastuzaka is seeking to control the rate and direction of human evolution. They've come within a hair's breadth four times now, and each time, its slipped away from them. Herzheim was the latest failure, and the most pub- lic." "But here in Florida, quite by accident, and quite inadvertently, someone succeeded." Despite the heat, Katie shivered. "Brrr!", she said. "Sounds like a scary movie." "You should be scared", asserted Jennie. "Have you ever heard of Yang-Qi Li Yen or the Pyen Yang Lon?" **********************************************