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DR. HOOTERS PT II A GODDESS EMERGES
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DR HOOTERS PT. II * * *
A knock at her office door interrupted brought her back to the present
quickly. It was the weekend secretary, Mary. "You OK, Jill?"
'She must have heard me yelling my fool head off,' Jill thought. "Yeah,
Mary, I'm OK; just got a scare, that's all. Thanks for checking."
Jill could sense Mary's indecision; there had been a lot of noise for
someone who was just spooked. Finally Mary said, "OK," and headed back to
her desk.
That crisis narrowly averted, Jill quickly decided upon her immediate
course of action, so as not to have too much additional growth for the time
being. First and foremost, she needed to get home, where she wouldn't be
discovered like this. To do that she needed her breasts to shrink at least
somewhat so that she could drive, and the cover of night so that she wouldn't
be discovered. She also needed to take care of Brendon and the briefings
somehow; she couldn't afford to give thought to those problems yet, but would
have to have the things she needed at home where she could work on them.
Now, how to avoid complex thoughts. She considered sleep, but realized
that even the brain activity of sleep might be enough to trigger additional
breast growth; it wasn't worth risking in any case. The proper solution
came to her quickly; there was a little black and white TV in the corner of
the lab, which the technician had kindly connected to cable for Jill. While
her favorite was out, a shopping channel should do the trick.
Quickly choosing and collection the things she'd need, Jill was at the
TV less than 5 minutes after she'd begun working on the problem. She was
relieved to know that she hadn't grown much more while preparing;
apparently this problem was straightforward enough that it hadn't required
much brain activity.
Watching the shopping networks had been truly awful, particularly when
Jill knew how much she could be doing. And watching her breasts deflate
was much like waiting for water to boil; it seemed it never be done.
But, finally, about 10PM she decided it was. She still had very large
breasts - roughly 44DD - and certainly wasn't a stick in other ways right
now, but at least she could drive home now. Collecting her things,
Jill sneaked out a little-used, little known exit, and made her way quickly
to her car, the last one left in the lot. A harrowing 7 minute drive,
along back roads, brought her safely home with no more than one or two
onlookers getting a free peepshow. Jill almost enjoyed the open-jawed,
dumbfounded expression on the one man she'd seen. Maybe this did have
some advantages after all.
Thankful for her attached garage and garage door opener, Jill walked
into her house. Going through the darkened family room, she caught a
sight of herself in the mirror and gasped. 'I'm gorgeous!' she thought,
in spite of herself. Even having come to hate the blonde, buxom, 'n
braindead look, Jill couldn't help but admire herself in the mirror.
Her face looked so much softer and prettier, and her blonde hair complemented
her body extremely well. A bit excited now, Jill hurried up to her room.
Removing what remained of her dress, plus her slip, pantyhose, and shoes,
Jill looked at herself in the full length mirror on the wall. She certainly
wasn't a stick anymore; every part of her body seemed to have been molded
to just the right shape. She even began to like the large breasts she now
sported; somehow even with all they had been through, they were still
beautiful, almost magically without a hint of the stretch marks she fully
expected to see somewhere.
'Oh well, first things first,' Jill thought. She headed into her
bathroom, really looking forward to a shower. As she began to soap up,
however, other thoughts entered her head. She was getting turned on;
even the lightest touch on her nipples or the inside of her thighs was
turning up the heat rapidly. Jill quickly rinsed herself and headed to
bed. Not knowing what she would need to do the next day, Jill decided to
allow herself just three hours of sleep in hope of keeping her sleeping
thoughts to a minimum. After setting her alarm clock and turning off
the light beside her bed, Jill tried to get to sleep but found herself
drawn toward her own body.
Figuring that masturbation could only help her get to sleep, Jill
began playing with herself, one hand tugging at her nipple while another
massage her clit. She was amazed at how quickly she was becoming excited;
normally it would take a lot more than this to really heat her up. Less
than a minute after she'd begun, Jill came; it didn't take much longer for
her to come twice more. Amazed at how responsive her body had been, Jill
drifted off to sleep.
* * *
At 2AM, to the sound of her alarm clock, Jill awoke. Surprisingly
refreshed, she got down to business.
First, she needed to see where her bustline was starting from. She
would need to do a lot of thinking today, and wanted to know exactly what
affect it would have. Finding a tape measure, she discovered her breasts
were now 45 inches around. They seemed to be about the same size as they
had been when she went to sleep.
Gathering her things together, Jill decided to go back to her bedroom
to think. If she was going to grow, she could at least be comfortable
doing it. Sitting up, with her back against the headboard, Jill started
a stopwatch and began to ponder her two remaining immediate problems.
First, she decided, were the briefings. She certainly couldn't do
them as is; she would never be taken seriously. And there was no one
else who knew the material who could be sent in her place; even if there
was, it would be detrimental to her career. Jill felt the tingling in
her breasts starting again, but ignored it.
What if she cloned herself? Whereas a day ago she would have
dismissed the idea out of hand, now she felt able to give it serious
consideration. Without a thought as to the effect it would have upon her
body, Jill found herself determining how to create a clone, how to
artificially age it in the time available, and even how to ensure that
the genetic material she used would not be tainted by the hormones she
had injected herself with. Then she realized that even she was stumped
by the problem of how to transfer her memories to her clone; she thought
she might have a solution to the problem, but not one that could be
implemented in one month not to mention one day. "Shit!" Jill hit the
stopwatch and looked at it - all the work she'd done mentally, work that
would have required a millennia of man-hours, she had completed in just
two minutes.
As she looked down at her body, however, she saw just what two minutes
meant to her now. Her boobs reached down past her knees on her
outstretched legs. Her tape measure no longer quite did the job, but as
near as she could determine her tits were now 85 inches around. Idly she
wondered what cup size that would make her; about a ZZ or so, if such a
thing existed.
"So my breasts are growing about 20 inches a minute," Jill noted.
"God, I hope I don't hit any more dead ends."
Just to be sure, Jill stood up slowly an checked the rest of her body
in the mirror. It seemed that the only other change had been in her hair;
while still a beautiful blonde, it was significantly longer, falling past
her shoulders now. What surprised Jill, though, was how sexy she still
looked to herself, even with her tits hanging down past her belly button.
She almost gave in and played with herself again, but decided that work
came first.
'OK, then, a clone won't work,' Jill thought, scribbling on her notepad
as she settled back onto her bed. 'What about a fix to the hormones?' The
tingling was back; it had become almost familiar and pleasurable, now.
Scribbled furiously, Jill found a solution. Not the one she had been looking
for, but one that would work nonetheless. Working quickly, her breasts
swelling to such proportions as to get in her way even just sitting as she
was, she mixed the potion. "Well, bottom's up!" Jill downed the solution,
and looked down at herself.
Her boobs were incredibly huge now. Each tit probably weighed more
than the rest of Jill, stretching out past her feet. Using the tape
measure for the one measurement she could still take, Jill discovered that
her breasts were now a mind boggling 40 inches in circumference. She
thought about what her measurements might be - maybe 150-23-37 - and
laughed. Time to prove out her potion now, though.
Closing her eyes, Jill imagined herself as she had been two days
before - "The Stick". Opening her eyes, she discovered exactly what she
expected to see - her old body. Quickly solving a mathematical problem
which had been vexing her convinced her that things were working
correctly now - the hormones her body produced were stored rather than
sent into her bloodstream, leaving her plain ol' Jill.
Somehow, she wasn't completely happy about the her victory, though.
She might still despise brainless blonde bimbos, but being a genius blonde
bombshell had been kind of fun. Closing her eyes again, she concentrated on
how she had looked when she examined herself the night before - "The
Bombshell". Opening her eyes, she was pleased to see that her potion had
worked properly; she looked once again as she had the night before.
"OK, that's one problem down, one to go. Now what to do about
Brendon...," Jill mused. Very quickly an evil thought of revenge came
upon her. Transforming herself back into the Stick, so that she would
have some clothes that would fit, Jill slipped herself into a tight
outfit she thought perfect for the opportunity, collected her things,
and headed back to work.
* * *
Brendon was spending Sunday evening reading the paper, and trying to
recover from the events of the previous day. He couldn't figure out what
had happened - he surely must have been hallucinating - but he'd acted like
a sex-starved boob. Which, he figured, he was; it still didn't make his
actions right, though.
A little after 7PM, there came a knock on his apartment door. Brendon
was startled for a minute - he couldn't remember the last time he'd had
an unexpected visitor - but he quickly recovered and went to the door.
Looking through the peephole, he was even more surprised to see Jill;
seeing her looking as she always had, he decided that yesterday must have
just been a hallucination. Brendon unlatched and opened the door.
"Hi, Brendon"
"Hi, Jill. I certainly didn't expect to see you here."
"Well, Brendon, I just wanted to make sure everything was OK after
yesterday's incident. Me, yelling my fool head off, geez. I'm surprised
Mary didn't call the police on you." Jill stepped inside, and the two of
them started into the living room.
Somewhat puzzled by Jill's apology, Brendon decided that things must
not have gone as he'd imagined them. Maybe he wasn't such a jerk after all.
"Don't worry about it, Jill. Everything sorted itself out."
Jill seemed genuinely excited by Brendon's forgiveness. "Oh good,
Brendon, 'cause I couldn't bear to see our friendship ruined over this.
I must admit though, that there's more than one reason I came over here..."
Rather than sitting down, Jill was moving toward Brendon now, backing him
towards the rest of his apartment.
Brendon stammered, "W-w-what's th-that?"
Jill smiled as she put her hands on Brendon's sides, continuing to
back him towards the open bedroom door she'd spotted. "Well, Brendon, I
realized only after our little incident yesterday just how much you turn
me on."
Brendon, flushed, tried to respond but couldn't quite get anything
out.
In Brendon's bedroom now, Jill continued her come-on. "I want you
Brendon, and I want you now." She pushed him onto the bed. "You've got
me so hot... I've got to have you." Jill ripped Brendon's shirt off, and
started working on his pants. A growing erection slowed her down briefly.
"I think you want me too, now don't you?"
Brendon nodded. His mind raced, but he wasn't going to even consider
trying to do anything that might stop Jill.
Letting Brendon's mostly hard penis free, Jill continued. "I thought
so." Already Brendon's penis was a good six inches; Jill was pleased that
at least this belied his nerdy dress and manners. Taking little nibbles
and licks at his penis, Jill began working her way out of her own clothes.
Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. A blowjob? He'd heard
stories, but never thought he be getting one. It felt so good, he almost
climaxed at the first full stroke of Jill's tongue.
Having gotten Brendon fully hard, a solid seven inches Jill knew she'd
enjoy, she worked her way up his body, finally impaling herself on Brendon's
penis. Sensing his excitement, she worked him very carefully. She had a
couple of surprises for him, and they would be so much more fun to deliver
before Brendon came. She was thankful she'd thought to take a second
injection of the smart drug; her mind now made such matters as mind-reading
child's play. Realizing Brendon couldn't hold back much longer, Jill began
the orgasmic transformation into the Bombshell, much slower this time.
Brendon couldn't believe what was going on. Not only was a woman
making love to him, but something was happening to her. He watched,
entranced, as Jill's naked body mutated. It was occurring just at it
had yesterday, but this time Jill was naked from the start, and Brendon could watch her breasts
expand, watch her hair lighten, and catch a glimpse of her newly beautiful ass.
The growing weight on his chest was extremely erotic; he couldn't hold back,
so he let himself go and came.
At the moment of Brendon's orgasm, Jill pulled out the needle she'd hidden
in her dress, which she'd carefully left beside them on the bed. Lost in
his orgasm, Brendon barely noticed the prick in his arm, and did nothing to
stop it. Her mission accomplished, Jill stood up, allowing Brendon's cum to
empty out onto his penis and balls.
"OK, Brendon, now you've gotten what you wanted, and I've gotten what I
wanted. In case you'd forgotten, I'll be out of the office the next two
weeks; I'll stop by when I get back."
Still groggy, Brendon wondered what Jill had meant by 'I've gotten what
I wanted'.
* * *
After leaving Brendon's bedroom, Jill transported herself back to her
bedroom. This super-brain stuff is great, Jill thought, as she tuned
in Brendon's thoughts.
Still lying on his bed, soaked in sweat, Brendon felt a tingle go
through his body. Not sure what to make of it, he sat up and examined
himself. His penis was limp now, and covered in his cum, but he certainly
looked OK. The tingle began again, though, and he noticed that his
penis didn't look right somehow. Even fully flaccid it was generally
bigger than this. As he watched it continued to shrink, along with his
balls.
After all that had happened, Brendon could do little but watch as
his body changed. His legs were looking thinner now too. What really
startled him, though, was when something got in the way of his view.
Reaching up his now dainty hands to his chest, Brendon found breasts.
Not large breasts, but breasts nonetheless; what chest hair he had was
gone too. And his breasts were growing at an incredible rate;
remembering what had happened to Jill earlier, he knew that she was
responsible. For now, however, he could only watch in amazement as his
body changed.
Standing up to look in the mirror above his dresser, Brendon was
amazed to see the face looking back at him. HIS face, he knew, but it
didn't seem real somehow. He reached to touch his silky smooth cheeks,
where there had been five o'clock shadow just minutes before. His
hair, like Jill's, had turned blonde; his was significantly longer as
well, brushing against his shoulders. His lips seemed fuller, and his
prominent-if-dignified nose could now be best described as "pert".
'Hell,' he thought to himself as he continued to stare, 'even my eyes
have changed.' It was true, the eyes looking back at him were not the
plain brown eyes he'd grown so accustomed to, but a set of ocean-blue
eyes he could drown in.
Letting his eyes drift down further, he gasped in shock; the pitch of
his voice left him even further taken aback. His breasts had developed
far beyond "large", past "huge", into "supernatural". They were heavy
enough to be difficult to lift, but were somehow held up firmly and
proudly. Jill laughed a bit to herself as she sensed Brendon examining
them; if he'd known the work it had taken to make breasts like his stand
out like this, he'd have been amazed. Even having been the one that had
managed it, she was amazed at how well the muscular and bone changes had
worked.
Seeing his body, even knowing it was his, was turning Brendon on. He
had a hard on, or what felt like a hard on, but couldn't figure out what
it really was. Getting his hands around his breasts to his pussy, he
discovered his clit; he also made his breasts thrust out even more,
allowing him to notice his own large nipples getting hard. He'd never
seen nipples this large before, and so curious, he let one hand reach up
to play with his left nipple. Soon he was playing with it mercilessly,
while also massaging his clit more and more rapidly. Unable to hold back
any more, he lied back down on the bed, and worked himself to orgasm.
Continuing on, he soon found the pleasure of multiple orgasms, and
continued masturbating for some time.
Brendon's playing had started Jill's motor revving before she was able
to disconnect; having nothing else that needed done at the moment, Jill
decided to allow herself her own pleasure.
* * *
The two weeks of business briefings were very busy ones for Jill. The
briefings themselves were quite interesting; since no matter what happened,
Jill could convince everyone that they had simply heard a brilliant
presentation, she decided to use the meetings as her very own psychological
experiments.
The first meeting Jill used as the control; she presented her material
in a remarkable way, generating many very positive responses when the day
was through. But not a single man in the room really saw her as a woman or
was in the least bit turned on by her. In some ways, it was nice; they
listened attentively, and learned much. In other ways, though, Jill was
disappointed. She certainly didn't want them ignoring her, but even just
a few surface thoughts about her appearance would have been nice.
Her next presentation she gave in exactly the same manner, but completely
nude. Still, though, there was more attention to her presentation then
to her. After a number of shocked responses, and numerous impulses to
leave which she had to stifle, things went along almost as they had the
first day.
For her third presentation, Jill decided to see what would have
happened had the scenario she'd worried about come to be. She started
the presentation normally, but let the hormones in her body take effect.
She intentionally slowed the rate down significantly; otherwise she'd
have filled the auditorium where she was speaking with her breasts before
the first break. Still, it was an impressive show; the men stared
uncontrollably at her as her breasts burst their bonds and continued to
grow. Their thoughts ranged from lust to disgust; the thoughts of the
few woman in the audience were even worse, save for a strong beacon of
pity one woman gave off. Just out of curiosity, Jill let her breasts
continue to grow throughout the day. Mid morning, they reached the
floor, giving Jill a thrill as her nipples first touched. By noon, Jill
had a hard time moving; her breasts outweighed the rest of her body.
Finally, by the end of the day, her breasts had grown so large as to be
difficult to see over; they stood five feet high, and five feet out from
her body. Jill had also made her nipples grow with her breasts; they
now stood out nearly a foot, and centered aureoles almost a yard in
diameter. Jill couldn't believe anyone would be sexually excited by
these monstrosities, but many men in the audience were; she had to keep
them in their seats with her will. Finally, her presentation done, she
let them go; five rushed quickly to the stage and began molesting her.
Or, at least, her breasts; they seemed to have no interest in Jill
herself. Finally disgusted by their actions and not turned on by what
little they were doing that might have excited her, Jill restored her
body, and left in everyone the memories of the presentation she'd done
with the control group.
The remaining briefings offered many other experiments; Jill tried
two different voices - one high pitched and squeaky, the other low and
sultry. She also gave one awful presentation to see what reaction she
would get. Perhaps the most interesting, however, was the presentation
she gave as a man. It was the same presentation she done to start off,
but still every single man in the room gave her more credibility because
she was a man. Combined with the animalistic reactions she'd received
from many men earlier, Jill was becoming quite disenchanted with half
the human race.
* * *
During the evenings, as she traveled around the country, Jill played
the role of benevolent goddess. Mentally drawing information from wherever
she needed it, Jill submitted incredible papers all over the world. She
knew many of the plans would take years to be enacted, but still, it was
worth the effort. In two weeks, she'd written economic plans, environmental
plans, plans to stop hunger, crime, and most other ills of the world, and
provided much needed breakthroughs in medicine and technology. There were
only two things Jill explicitly decided not to divulge; she would not help
the space programs, and she would not divulge her smart drug. Both were
for selfish reasons, she would readily admit; she didn't want anyone else
to have the power she did. Her own theories convinced her that there
was intelligent life elsewhere; she didn't really want to risk the
possibility that they might be more intelligent than even herself.
Jill's favorite activity as she traveled, however, was looking in on
Brendon. She had decided to wait until she got back to change him back;
that certainly would give him enough time to learn his lesson.
The first day, it certainly looked like he was learning his lesson.
Jill watched mentally as he called in sick to work, and spent day sulking
around the house. Brendon's reaction the second day surprised Jill though.
After calling in, he got dressed as well as he could, and headed out.
Checking in on him later, she found him back at home with boxes and boxes
of clothes. She watched amusedly as he tried them on; they just don't make
clothes for the size woman Brendon had become, and his new clothes fit only
marginally better than his old clothes. The bra he'd bought was the wrong
size altogether; it ended up looking more like a string bikini on Brendon's
massive breasts than a useful undergarment.
Fascinated by how well Brendon was making out, Jill began to pay more
attention. It was incredibly easy, she found, to follow Brendon's
activities mentally while doing whatever else needed to be done at the
time. On the third day, Brendon headed out again, this time to speciality
shops and to a few custom-clothing shops. Jill was amazed at his
resourcefulness, and at how good he looked in his new clothes. Over the
next few days, Jill watched as he worked incessantly on such things as
walking in heels, applying makeup, and dressing his new body. Jill
almost decided to change him back then and there, but decided against it
because Brendon did seem to be enjoying the experience so much.
The activities of the second week, however, truly shocked Jill. She
watched as Brendon got a job at a strip joint on the outskirts of town,
almost convinced that she was following the wrong person. In this new
female body for little more than a week, Brendon still managed to look
like a pro. Over the week Jill watched all the big and little events
in Brendon's life, including to her amazement his first gynecological
exam, but was not thrown into disbelief again until she looked in on
his Friday night performance as she flew home. The performance itself
was impressive, Brendon showing significant improvement in just his
first week. What shocked Jill, however, was the offer he received to
to a porno film afterwards and his rapid agreement. 'My God,' Jill
thought, 'not only have I created a monster, I've created a slut. Well,
maybe not - he's still a virgin.' This gave Jill a thought.
* * *
It was almost midnight when Brendon heard the knock on his door;
with all the excitement of the past two weeks, he would have been up
anyway, but this knock he was expecting. He opened the door to see an
incredible specimen of a man; six feet tall, muscular, handsome, and
with a huge bulge in his jeans.
"Hello, Jill," Brendon said in his most seductive voice.
Jill was a bit taken aback. "How did you know?"
"Easy, Jill. You were able to change my body, and were gone for the
past two weeks. I knew you'd come back to see the results."
"I've been watching," Jill responded, not certain how to proceed.
"Oh, good. Don't I make a good girl?" Brendon glowed with pride, and
it made him look all the sexier. "You know, I've been saving myself for
you."
Jill didn't know this; it annoyed her that she didn't. Before she'd
said anything, Brendon grabbed her hand with his and started leading her
into his bedroom.
"Come on Jill. I can't wait much longer. I'm always so HORNY in this
body..."
Jill followed Brendon into the bedroom, and let him lie her down on the
bed. He removed her shirt, shoes, and socks, and then finally his pants
and underpants. He noticeably gasped when he saw Jill's cock - it was a
foot long, and still growing.
"My god you've got a big one Jill! Not that I'm one to talk..."
Brendon pulled his T-shirt and bra off in one motion, revealing his
tits. Jill looked in amazement as Brendon continued to strip. She knew
how big they were, but still they were even more impressive in person.
Coming over to Jill, Brendon began rubbing his body against Jill's,
and playing with her now rock-hard penis. "You know how big they are,
Jill? Sixty three inches. Sixty three incredible inches. 63-24-38.
I've looked in big boob magazines for years, and while some women claim
to be twice as big as that, not one is as big as me, nor as hot and sexy."
Jill couldn't help but be turned on by Brendon's actions; unfamiliar
with the body she was in, she nonetheless enjoyed the focused sensations
in her penis. And Brendon certainly knew what he was doing. 'Well then,'
Jill thought, 'maybe it's time that I show him that I know what to do to
a woman's body.'
Brendon offered no resistance as Jill rose up, picked Brendon up almost
effortlessly, and laid him down where she had been. Jill then began
playing with Brendon's tits and clit, using her own memories and readings
from Brendon to excite him as fully as possible. She didn't want to wear
him out before she'd had her own pleasure, though, so she stopped before
he reached orgasm and thrust her penis into him.
Neither Jill nor Brendon was capable of much rational thought after
that. Jill glowed in the concentrated sensations her penis gave her, and
the feeling of control her larger body gave her. Brendon, on the other
hand, was thrilled with the array of sensations coming at him, and the
feeling of protect Jill was giving him. He was almost disappointed when
Jill came; when she continued on, apparently having made whatever
modifications were needed to do so in advance, Brendon found himself
coming almost instantly. They continued for hours, Jill's abilities
providing the extra energy when needed. Brendon fell asleep with Jill
at his back, holding what she could of his right breast.
The next morning, Jill went to Brendon before she left. "Brendon?"
Brendon decided to let her in on his decision. "Brenda, now, I think."
Jill smiled. "I knew. I just wanted to give you the chance to tell
me. You know, I was going to end you two weeks of punishment by coming
back and changing you back. But, since you don't seem to want that, what
would you like? Oh, and don't worry about your various records and what
not. I've taken care of those. Brenda."
Brenda was relieved to hear that; she had been worried what would
happen if she'd needed identification somewhere. She then turned her
thoughts to what she would like. "You really don't have to do anything,
you know. I'm still enjoying what you've already done."
Jill blushed a bit at that comment. "Still, you deserve it. Name
something."
Brenda hesitated. "Anything?"
"Anything."
"Could you make me bigger?"
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