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Dr. Hooters #8: Growing Girls
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DR. HOOTERS - Part VIII
Growing Girls
[by Servax]
Blair's problem was bad enough. She was already one of the tal-
lest and strongest girls in Ms. Harrison's fourth grade class,
but now, there wasn't another girl that even came up to her
shoulders. She felt huge and ungainly.
If Blair's situation was difficult, Amanda's was desperate. The
girls in her class had persecuted her somewhat before, half be-
cause they were resentful of her good looks, half because she was
shy and a bit peculiar. It didn't help at all now that she was
almost twice their size!! Mary met with the principal of their
school, asking that her two daughters be allowed to transfer to a
special class. He said he recognized her concern, but that since
it was so close to the end of the term, they'd have to stay in
their respective classes.
One day, BlaNir woke up with a strange burning sensation in her
chest. It felt like it was directly behind her nipples. She sat
up in bed, and saw that Amanda was also awake and staring at her.
Amanda had her shirt off.
"Blair", she asked, "do your titties hurt too?"
"God, Mandy, it feels like they're on fire!"
Amanda brushed one of her little nipples, which was just as hard
and erect as it could be, and gasped from the wave of delight
that swept over her. "Don't touch 'em, Blair. It makes 'em hurt
worse."
Blair touched her left nipple with a finger. The shock nearly
knocked her back into her pillow. "Wow!", she gasped, "I've nev-
er felt anything like that before."
Amanda brushed her nipples again, and giggled. "It tickles. It
feels good." She reached over and grabbed one of Blair's, who
shrieked with delight. Before long both girls were locked in a
serious game of titty-pull, and the sensations became overwhelm-
ing. Amanda and Blair took to rubbing their che
sts with their
hands, both breathing very heavily. Blair mentioned to Amanda
that her chest felt tense and tight, when suddenly, all the ten-
sion came flooding out in a great rush of intense pleasure that
made her tingle from her neck to her newly- fluffy pussy.
"Oh Mandy, Oh God, Mandy", moaned Blair, but looking over she saw
that Amanda was experiencing the same rush of sensation, for her
head was tilted back, her mouth was open in a silent scream, and
she was rubbing her undeveloped chest furiously.
The two sisters huddled together on Blair's bed while the unfami-
liar sensations ebbed away like an outgoing tide. Then they fell
asleep in each other's arms.
Later that morning, Amanda was called to the blackboard by Ms.
Suarez, her second grade teacher. She rose gracefully and moved
to the board. "Too-tall", whispered one of the girls as she
walked by. Ms. Morrison gave her an addition problem and she be-
gan to write it down. She felt her blouse pulling up away from
her skirt, and she reached down to tuck it back in. That's when
she saw why her blouse was working up, and she dropped her chalk.
There were two little nubs on her chest, and they were growing,
pulling her blouse up onto her chest.
Amanda blushed bright red, and ran from the room to the sanctuary
of the girls bathroom. With the door locked behind her in one of
the stalls, she pulled her blouse up, and there they were!! Her
breasts. They weren't too impressive, just two little swellings
under her nipples. But they were growing, visibly. Amanda
watched entranced as the two swellings grew into two little
mounds, then the mounds grew, lifting her nipples further out
from the chest wall. She tried pulling her blouse back over
them, as if this could make them go away, but they were already
too large to hide. They looked like real grown-up ladies' tit-
ties now, thought Amanda.
There came a tap on the door of the stall. Amanda cowered in the
back. "Go away!", she sobbed.
"Is that you, Mandy?", came the answer, "My God! Open the door!"
"Blair!", Amanda cried as she suspiciously opened the door. She
saw her sister standing there, with her shirt unbuttoned.
"You'll never believe it, Mandy, but I've just grown tits!
Look!". Amanda saw that Blair had indeed grown a pair of breasts
to match her own.
"I was outside at recess, and it was my turn at bat, when sudden-
ly I felt as though someone was tugging at my shirt. I turned
around to see if Terry or some other little jerk was fooling with
me, and I felt the tugging again. When I looked down to see the
base, I saw these!" She opened her shirt and produced two
baseball-sized breasts.
"I told 'em I didn't feel so good, and came in here.", she added.
Amanda was delighted. She stood up and pulled her little cotton
blouse up. Her pert little tits were about the size of tennis
balls. "Me too, Blair. Look."
"Hey, no shit. God, Mandy, this is great!", laughed Blair, "but
we'd better get from here before our teachers come sniffing
around. I know how to open the window. We can get out that way.
Better all around if we just skip today."
Blair buttoned herself back up, lifted Amanda through the open
window, then pulled herself through behind her sister. The two
passed quickly through the parking lot and playground, then off
the grounds, down the street to their apartment. They found
their mother just getting up from bed.
They showed Mary the recent developments. "What great galoots I
have for girls.", she chuckled, hugging them both, "Tits they got
now. Next, they'll wanting to buy bras."
Amanda cupped her hands under her newly-sprouted breasts. She
was gratified to discover that they formed quite a substan-
tial handful. "But I **need** a bra now, Mom, look!!", Amanda
plead- ed.
Blair jiggled her new protuberances as a response. They were a
little larger than Amanda's, but, since Blair had a broader chest
than Amanda, they looked about the same size. "I need one too,
Mom. Please!!"
There was no denying that both Amanda and Blair had definitely
passed beyond the training-bra stage, and were in need of some
more functional undergarments. Mary took some quick measure-
ments, and noted with chagrin that both of her girls, despite
their tender years, were already too large to fit into one of her
brassieres.
"Blair, you're gonna need a 36-B, I'm certain, and Amanda, you're
probably past a 32-B. We'll just have to get you to try that as
well. I'm afraid you'll both have to jiggle down to the K-mart
with me, since your little old mother is *just* a 34-B, and it
took her years to get there."
Now that they had breasts, Blair and Amanda found that shopping
for clothes was fifty times as much fun as without them, and they
were delighted by their mature-looking new outlines, spending a
lot of time posing in front of the mirror, turning this way and
that. Amanda wanted to buy everything two sizes too tight, and
Blair kept experimenting with plunging necklines and v-necks, but
Mary kept a close rein on them.
"You two act just like a couple of Cubans that hit the Trifecta",
she warned, "Watch out. You can do a lot of damage in a B-cup.
Believe me, I know." And I don't think you've stopped growing
yet, she thought grimly, as she watched Blair and Amanda dress
their new figures with all the enthusiasm and gusto of children
on Christmas morning.
Blair and Amanda were so excited about their new figures, and
they couldn't wait to show off their new clothes at school. They
stayed awake most of the night giggling in anticipation.
The effect was electrifying. Of all the girls in Palm Avenue
Elementary, no one even came close to Blair and Amanda except
was immediately inducted into the most popular group of girls in
the school. Rich girls like Candy Suarez and Terri Blake fought
to eat with them in the cafeteria. Amanda they also accepted
as an equal. You can't just ignore a beautiful girl with a
great build because she's in the second grade.
Amanda in particular became increasingly restive in her class-
room. The other kids seemed like babies to her now, and the
heady experience of being treated like an equal, even a superior,
by girls two and three years older than she was went to her head.
Even the schoolwork, which she had formerly enjoyed, seemed to
become childish and elementary to her. She began to anticipate
Mrs. Harrison's questions, and, although her grades improved, her
attitude definitely was deteriorating.
Blair, on the other hand, was in a blaze of glory. Her perky,
jutting breasts seemed to be the center of her little world. The
boys couldn't get enough of her, crowding around her continually
and vying for her attention. If some of them couldn't contain
themselves, and shouted little obscenities to her, she merely ac-
cepted it as more homage. After a while, it seemed natural to
her that the other girls in the school, even the ones in the
fifth and the sixth grades, should pass their time staring wor-
shipfully up to her.
A lot of the adulation she was receiving, however, came from a
prowess in sports which was little short of amazing. She had al-
ways been good at games, but now, her athletic ability seemed to
have increased four-fold. She could run faster, jump higher, and
hit harder than ever. One day playing softball, she broke the
bat, and sent a softball flying over the fence into the street.
No one remembered anyone ever doing that before.
About three weeks before the end of the school year, Blair and Amanda
were hanging out at the fence with Janice Perdomo, Betsy Duffy,
Latrice, some black chick from the Gardens, and Tanya Garcia.
They were watching the boys from the McArthur High track team run
wind sprints when a tall, spectacular-looking girl with long dark
hair and a generous, shapely bustline walked out and sat in the
stands. About a half-dozen boys waked over and sat down around
her.
"That's Mary Lou Rodriguez.", whispered Janice in the same tone
of voice that a relief pitcher for a triple-A minor league team
would intone the name of the current big league strikeout leader.
"Those are all her boyfriends."
Betsy snorted. "She sure has a lot of boyfriends."
"Look at her tits.", said Tanya, "You can see from here she's got
big ones. That's why all those boys are her boyfriends. I bet=
she
can change from one to another whenever she wants, and when she
gets tired of the second one , she can go back to the first
one, and he'll take her back, for her tits."
All the girls nodded and hummed in agreement. Then Latrice spoke
up. "Reason girlfriend's got 'em big-ass titties 'cause she be
lettin' all the boys play wid 'em. That's how they got so big."
All the girls gasped at this unexpected piece of information.
"No shit?", asked Janice.
"Shit, don' white girls know nothin?", replied Latrice, "That's
how mine got so big." She thrust her considerable bosom out as
evidence. She was in the fifth grade, yet she boasted a 38C.
This gave her argument considerable weight. "I lets all the
black boys play wid 'em", she added, "an' some of the white=
boys,
too."
Amanda and Blair looked at each other in surprise, remembering
their mutual tit-pulling session, and their subsequent blossom-
ing. They decided to ask the oracle. "What happens if a girl
touches another girl's tits, Latrice? Would they still get
bigger?", asked Blair.
"Don' know nothin' 'bout no lezzy shit," replied Latrice, "But
how's a titty gonna know a man's hand from a girl's?"
When Blair and Amanda heard this, they gasped with surprise. So
that's why they had grown so in last couple of weeks!! And to think
they could get even bigger, now that they knew how.
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