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Dr. Hooters #5: Jill's Revenge
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DR. HOOTERS - Part V
Jill's Revenge
[by Servax]
Now that Dr. Reardon had retired, Julie had dropped all pre-
tense of having received the promotion on any merits other than
those hanging off the front of her chest. She became com-
pletely 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 limited 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.
Julie desperately wanted to find the intellect-enhancing hor-
mone which was already coursing through Jill's veins. It was
simple work to keep Julie from finding it, but other members of
the team were very close to the same breakthrough 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 belea-
guered col leagues access to the scientific recognition that
was due them, but there was no way she would tolerate Julie
as a rival. In recompense, she augmented their intelligence, and
allowed them to make breakthroughs in other areas. Predictably,
Julie 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
Julie was made to look very foolish. Julie retaliated by
firing the team, one by one, until there was no one left except
Jill and another Ph.D. named Horace.
Julie attempted to make Jill's life miserable for her. She
ac cused Jill of hiding information from her, of being jeal-
ous of her spectacular figure, when Jill was so obviously
underdeveloped. One day, when Julie had an interview with the
director of the lab, Jill came to her with a compound
she had
"discovered". Julie was displaying every inch of flesh she could
in anticipation 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 es-
timated that Julie was probably about a 34DD at the least, and
she had practically all of it showing. Julie'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. Julie
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, itUs time to disarm her.
"Julie, I want you to take a look at this.", Jill implored.
Jill drew an equation on the board. "That's Heribert's
last transform", Julie remarked, "No one's ever found a proof
for it yet." Julie 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 Julie could see that
Jill was drawing on untapped and inexplicable mental resources.
"My God, Jill", Julie 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?",
Julie demanded. Jill held up a large binder. "And you've already
tested it on yourself, haven't you?" Jill nodded again.
Julie grabbed the syringe from Jill's grasp, and plunged the
nee dle deep into one of the veins in her left arm. "If it
works for you, Jill, it'll have to work for me.", Julie 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 unstoppa-
ble. 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."
Julie 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 re-
versed, was beginning to take its expected effect. The rear of
Julie's sundress began to flop loosely as the curves of Julie's
ass melted away, and her arm, as it moved across the blackboard,
lost its roundness and became thin and spindly.
Julie screamed. "My breasts! My breasts! What have you done
to my breasts?" She turned around, and Jill saw that Julie'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 Julie's narrow
shoulders. Jill stepped up to her, and loosened the straps.
Without Julie's once-awesome curves to hold them up, the sundress
and the bra underneath fell to the floor in a heap.
Julie sobbed in total dismay.
Then Jill took off her own clothes, and put Julie's on.
Julie watched in awe as Jill's breasts grew and swelled, until
she had filled Julie's bra beyond its capacity. Jill turned
around, to give Julie 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, Julie watched helplessly as freckles exploded all over
Jill's new breasts.
"Don't worry about the interview, Julie 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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