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Dr. Hooters #2: Bursting the Bonds
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DR. HOOTERS - Part II
Bursting the Bonds
[by Anonymous]
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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 leastsomewhat so that she could
drive, and the cover of night. 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 risk-
ing 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 Nrequired much brain activity.
* * *
Watching the shopping networks had been truly awful, particu-
larly 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 found that she 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, pan-
tyhose, and shoes, Jill looked at herself in the full length mir-
ror 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 was astounded by 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 her-
self 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 be-
gun, 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 meas-
ure, 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 signifi-
cantly 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 measure-
ments 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 ex-
actly 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 pro-
duced 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 be-
ing a genius blonde bombshell had been kind of fun. Closing her
eyes again, she concentrated on how she had looked when she exam-
ined 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 opportun-
ity, collected her things, and headed back to work.
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