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Dr. Hooters PT III & IV
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This is an unauthorized continuation of an unauthorized continuation of a story
that appeared over the net about a month an a half ago. I realize that a
synopsis should be included, but I don't really have time. If someone would
like to do all of us breast-fetishists a favor, they could dig up the other
two portions, attach it to this portion, and repost the whole thing.
DR. HOOTERS (PART III)
JILL: LARGE AND IN CHARGE
Jill paused to give Brenda's request some thought. She had injected Brendon
with the same hormone she had used on herself. It should produce the same
effects; mental stimulation leading to breast growth. She wrote an equation
on a sheet of paper, and passed it to brenda, who was absent-mindedly stroking
his huge breasts. "Brenda, dear", Jill cooed, "see if you can solve this
equation for me."
Brenda giggled. "Oh Jill, that's way too hard. I just don't seem to be able
to concentrate on that sort of thing any more."
Jill tried another equation, then another, then another, progressively simpler.
Brenda just sat on the edge of the bed and giggled, his impressive breasts
shaking and jiggling with his laughter. It was useless. When Jill had
injected herself with the hormone, her body changed into that of a big-breasted
blonde bimbo, but had increased her brain power a hundred-fold. The same
hormone had changed Brendon from a reasonably capable Physics grad student into
, well, a beautiful big-breasted blonde fuckbunny, without a thought in his
pretty head.
It had to have something to do with his male hormones, Jill thought, and she
pondered the variables in her head, her powerful intellect reviewing possible
interactions. She was lost in thought until she was forced back to reality
by the sensation of something slapping her in the face.
Jill was astounded! When she switched to this male body, she forgot to "turn
off" the action of the hormone, and her dick had grown to gigantic proportions.
under the stimulus of her mental activity. Although she was seated on the edge
of the bed next to Brenda, her dick came up to eye level. The head was about
the size of a small orange, and the shaft was thicker than she could encompass
with one hand, although she could comfortably encircle it with both.
Brenda was delighted. He burst into laughter, tossing his long blonde hair and
shaking his big tits. "I asked you to make me bigger, Jill, not yourself."
Jill stood up, and grabbed her huge derrick-like prong with both hands, and
rejoiced. She understood now why men admired and envied other men with large
dicks. SHe felt eminently powerful, unstoppable, potent beyond her wildest
imaginations. Her softball-sized testicles hung halfway to her knees, and
she couldn't believe how insistent her huge dick was, how it was screaming
for more sex, even though she and Brenda had just finished over three hours
of exhausting love-making.
Brenda was blushing with desire all the way to the points of his enormous
breasts. He lay back on the bed, whimpering to Jill. "I've never seen a dick
like yours, Jill. You're more of a man now than anyone. Take me with that
huge cock, Jill."
Jill turned to face Brenda. Even though she was standing at the foot of the
bed, and Brenda was reclining against the headboard, the head of her monstrous
dick hovered only a foot or so away from Brenda's flushed face. Jill roared
like a bull. "Look at this cock!", she bellowed, "Id split you in two like
a roast chicken!"
Brenda smiled slyly, grabbed a jar of facial cream off the nightstand, and
began to rub it all over his sixty-three inches of tit flesh. It took the
better part of the jar to cover his mammoth mounds, but when he was finished,
he took a dab of what remained and patted it onto the head of Jill's mighty
cock. Jill felt a tremor of desire run from the tip of her engorged glans,
down the length of her shaft, and into the swaying sack of her swollen
testicles. She howled with the need to plunge her brontosaurian dick deep
into Brenda, regardless of the effect it might have on him.
"Fuck my giant tits, Jill", implored Brenda, "maybe you're more of a man than I
ever was, but by God, I'm more woman now than anyone I know, and I can take you
easily between my big tits." As if to make his point, Brenda hoisted his huge
breasts towards the ceiling in invitation. Jill crawled onto the bed, and
gingerly lowered her ponderous dong into the canyon between Brenda's tits. She
sighed with satisfaction to see that Brenda, indeed, was woman enough now to
satisfy her. Brenda's meaty mams gripped the head and about a third of her
shaft in a warm, fleshy embrace, and as Jill began to pump with her enormous
dick, Brenda pressed his breasts together to maintain a delicious pressure.
And so the giants made love. Jill was almost beside herself with the ecstatic
sensations running up and down the shaft of her now-enormous prong, and from
the moans and gasps coming from Brenda's sweet little mouth, he was enjoying it
as well. Jill's orgasm came like the tide, beginning in her tormented head,
shuddering its way down the long expanse of her shaft, and terminating in the
aching sack of her scrotum. She began tossing cum all over Brenda's hair and
face. Cum? She shouldn't be making cum, she thought. She looked over the
fleshy mounds of Brenda's huge breasts at the tip of her great dick, still
spitting cum all over Brenda's face, neck, the pillows of the bed, the wall
behind them.
Jill didn't stop cumming for about five minutes. By that time, Brenda was
fairly buried, but he was howling in a thundering orgasm himself. He grabbed
his nipples, now about four inches long and red as beets, and squeezed them
roughly. After Jill finished cumming, she rolled over to her side of the bed
and watched Brenda convulse in the last throes of his massive orgasm. Odd, she
thought, a cigarette would be really good right now.
Jill then saw that her cum wasn't like ordinary cum. It was lighter in color
and more consistent, not runny like men's cum. Brenda lifted a dainty finger
and put some in her mouth. "Mmmm!", he declared, "If all cum tasted this good,
I'd be a confirmed cocksucker from here on out!" Brenda began devouring Jill's
cum off his body, off the sheets, and wherever he could find it.
It suddenly dawned on Jill that her cum was most probably composed of the same
hormone which had triggered both her amd Brendon's transformations. How much
of it had Brenda consumed by now? A pint? A quart? More? Jill watched, but
didn't see any drastic change coming over Brenda right then. Indeed, Brenda
started yawning, cuddled up into Jill's lap, and fell quickly into a deep and
contented slumber. When Jill's erection finally subsided, she concentrated,
reduced her cock to manageable size, dressed, and left.
Over the next few weeks, Jill experimented with her new powers. At the lab,
she continued as her old self, but even Janet, who tormented her continually
before with her arrogant display of breastworks, had to admit that her formerly
mousey colleague was far more assured than ever before. Jill bit her lip and
was patient. She had all the time in the world to plan Janet's payback.
Jill found that, although she almost limitless control over the shape of her
body, when left to herself she fell into one of three shapes; her own normal
form, that of the Blonde Bombshell, and that of the Stud who had delighted
Brenda so. Jill as herself seemed immune to the working of the hormone, so
that she chose to do most of her heavy thinking in her old form.
The Bombshell and the Stud were sensitive to mental activity, and Jill had to
consciously counteract the working of the hormone if her boobs or her dick were
not to swell to outlandish proportions. As the Bombshell, Jill found it
easier to pick up thoughts and sensations from other minds, but the Bombshell
was extremely responsive sexually, and Jill found out that the sexual
maintenance of her new body took a lot of her time. Fortunately, with her
model looks and seventy-two inch breasts, finding partners was no great problem
The Stud was more useful for imposing her will on other minds, but he too re-
quired a great deal of sexual upkeep, and Jill had to work hard to keep his
dick from getting so large that his partners became terrified. However, droves
of women and gay men found the Stud irresistible, and Jill never lacked for
action, even though as the Stud, she sometimes required sex four or five times
a day.
Part IV JILL'S REVENGE
Now that Dr. R______ had retired, Janet had dropped all pretense of having
received the promotion on any merits other than those hanging off the front
of her chest. She became completely tyrannical to those under her, and
sycophantic to the point of nausea to those above her, especially men. She
dressed like a true academic slut, which is to say, no streetwalker could
have shown more thigh or more cleavage. Needless to say, despite her lim-
ited ability, she was capable of producing a great deal of work from her
harassed, but talented staff, which of course she immediately passed off as
her own.
Janet desperately wanted to find the intellect-enhancing hormone which was
already coursing through Jill's veins. It was simple work to keep Janet from
finding it, but other members of the team were very close to the same break-
through Jill had made, and Jill had to send them off on tangents from time to
time to preserve her secret. Jill regretted denying her poor beleaguered
colleagues access to the scientific recognition that was due them, but there
was no way she would tolerate Janet as a rival. In recompense, she augmented
their intelligence, and allowed them to make breakthroughs in other areas.
Predictably, Janet would try to grab the credit, thrusting her huge boobs out
when the reporters and newscasters came to call, but Jill made certain that
the correct party was always distinguished, and Janet was made to look very
foolish. Janet retaliated by firing the team, one by one, until there was no
one left except Jill and another Ph.D. named Horace.
Janet attempted to make Jill's life miserable for her. She accused Jill of
hiding inforamtion from her, of being jealous of her spectacular figure, when
Jill was so obviously under-developed. One day, when Janet had an interview
with the director of the lab, Jill came to her with a compound she had
"discovered". Janet was displaying every inch of flesh she could in anticip-
ation of the interview, and even Jill had to admit she was gifted with a
remarkable body. Her straight dark red hair fell past her waist, and she was
wearing a thin yellow sun dress that exposed an impressive expanse of freckled
breast. Jill estimated that Janet was probably about a 34DD at the least, and
she had practically allof it showing. Janet's long tapered legs ended in a
pair of dark-blue, five-inch "fuck-me" pumps that caused her ass to move like
a mass of Jello on springs. Janet was indeed a formidable sexual assault
weapon, and it was easy to see how she had made it so far on so little ability.
Well, Jill thought, it was time to disarm her.
"Janet, I want you to take a look at this.", Jill implored. Jill drew an
equation on the board. "That's Heribert's last transform", Janet remarked,
"No one's ever found a proof for it yet." Janet was interested but cross. "Why
are you showing me this?" Quicky Jill began filling in the statements of a
long and intricate proof, and even Janet could see that Jill was drawing on
untapped and inexplicable mental resources.
"My God, Jill", Janet gasped, "You've found the formula!" Jill nodded.
"Where, where is the..." Jill held up a syringe filled with a milky fluid.
"Do you have the documentation?", Janet demanded. Jill held up a large binder.
"And you've already tested it on yourself, haven't you?" Jill nodded again.
Janet grabbed the syringe from Jill's grasp, and plunged the needle deep into
one of the veins in her left arm. "If it works for you, Jill, it'll have to
work for me.", Janet giggled, "It must be nice for you to be so smart now,
Jill, heaven knows you haven't got anything else going for you. But can you
imagine? With this body, and with enhanced intelligence, I'll be unstoppable.
I'll be a, a goddess!!" She patted Jill on the cheek. "It's too bad you
couldn't have found something to give you some boobs to go with those brains,
Jill darling."
Janet turned to the blackboard and began completing the proof that Jill had
started. Soon she was completely lost in it, and Jill saw that the hormone,
whose polarity she had carefully reversed, was beginning to take its expected
effect. The rear of Janet's sundress began to flop loosely as the curves of
Janet's ass melted away, and her arm, as it moved across the blackboard, lost
its roundness and became thin and spindly.
Janet screamed. "My breasts! My breasts! What have you done to my breasts?"
She turned around, and Jill saw that Janet's once impressive display of
frontage had dwindled a couple of meager bumps that wouldn't have done credit
to a healthy nine year old. The front of the sundress now hung loosely off
Janet's narrow shoulders. Jill stepped up to her, and loosened the straps.
Without Janet's awesome curves to hold them up, the sundress and the bra under-
neath fell to the floor in a heap. Janet sobbed.
Then Jill took off her own clothes, and put Janet's on. Janet watched in awe
as Jill's breasts grew and swelled, until she had filled Janet's bra beyond
its capacity. Jill turned around, to give Janet a peak at how the back of the
dress filled out as Jill's ass grew, lifted, and rounded. Jill's hair began
to straighten and darken, and fell to below her waist. As a final insult,
Janet watched helplessly as freckles exploded all over Jill's new breasts.
"Don't worry about the interview, Janet darling," Jill cooed, "I'll take good
care of your, er, reputation. If you want your old body back, just don't use
your new brain. Twelve hours of Gilligan's Island or Love Boat, and you
should be as good as ever. You see, you can be either smart or stacked. You
choose. Brain or butt."
Jill opened the door. "You see, there's only room for one goddess in this
town", she added as she closed it behind her.
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