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Dr. Hooters #4: And the Gods Made Love
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DR. HOOTERS - Part IV
And the Gods Made Love....
[by Servax]
Jill paused to give Brenda's request some thought. She had in-
jected 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, progres-
sively simpler. Brenda just sat on the edge of the bed and gig-
gled, 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 Phy-
sics grad student into, well, a beautiful big-breasted blonde
fuck-bunny, 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 power-
ful 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 under-
stood now why men admired and envied other men with large dicks.
SHe felt eminently powerful, unstoppable, potent beyond her wild-
est 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 Bren-
da had just finished over three hours of exhausting love-making
the night before.
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 I ever met. 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, "IUd 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, and I can take you easily between my big tits." As if to
make his point, Brenda hoisted his huge breasts towards the ceil-
ing 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 wom-
an 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 on it.
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 ter-
minating in the aching sack of her scrotum. She began tossing
cum all over Brenda's hair and face. Cum? She shouldn't be mak-
ing cum, she thought. She looked over the fleshy mounds of
Brenda's huge breasts at the tip of her great dick, still spit-
ting 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 or-
gasm 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 con-
firmed 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 com-
posed 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 days, Jill found that, although she almost lim-
itless 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 toconsciously counteract the working of the hormone if
her boobs or her dick were not to swell to outlandish propor-
tions. 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 hermodel 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 required 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.
Over the next few weeks, Jill experimented with her new powers.
At the lab, she continued as her old self, but even Julie, 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 pa-
tient. She had all the time in the world to plan Janet's payback.
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