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Dr. Hooters #9: Busting Out All Over
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DR. HOOTERS - Part IX
Busting Out All Over
[by Servax]
Blair brought up the subject as soon as their grandmother closed
the door behind them that night.
"Amanda", she whispered. "You want to have bigger tits, too?"
"Yeah!", whispered Amanda. "I want 'em to get real big!"
"I want to have a boy touch them this time, though", Blair con-
tinued. "Who's to know if they don't get bigger if a boy touches
them or if a girl touches them?"
Amanda was busy rubbing her own breasts. "Mine kinda hurt al-
ready, Blair, like they were getting ready to get bigger al-
ready."
Blair noticed an odd tingling in her own breasts. She whispered
back to her sister. "Yeah. I know what you mean!"
Blair and Amanda mead a pact then that they would get felt up the
next day, by a boy if possible, and by a girl if not, but that
they would definitely get felt up. They both fell asleep with
incredible sensations of tingling in the chests, but awoke re-
freshed and ready to put their plans into action.
The sisters usually dressed themselves for school, as their moth-
er and grandmother liked to sleep late. Today, Blair snuck into
their mother's room, and, assuring herself that her mother's
breathing was slow and steady, reached into her closet and
pulled out two of their mom's outfits and dashed for the bedroom.
Luckily, they were just what Blair and Amanda needed. Blair got
a tight, scoop-neck T-shirt that curved just over the tops of her
breasts, showing a hint of cleavage. She put the shirt on bra-
less, noting with pride how her tiny nipples poked through the
fabric. Then she put on her tightest jeans, and brushed her hair
back. She looked at herself in the mirror.
"You look like a high-school girl, Blair!", shouted Amanda. It
was true. With her curves and her fresh good looks, Blair
looked about six years older than she was, and a feeling of
warm pride began to seep into her.
Amanda wore a top that her mother wore at times when there was a
special guy she wanted to interest. It was a bare midriff blouse
that buttoned across the chest twice. Amanda left the top button
unbuttoned, leaving only the bottom to cover her precocious
chest. She also went braless, and her dark nipples showed
through the light and flimsy fabric of the blouse. As she
moved, her small breasts jiggled and shook slightly, just
enough to remind you that they were there.
Needless to say, the sisters hit Palm Avenue Elementary that day
like an incendiary device. From the moment they stepped off the
bus, all the chatter on the playground, all the gossip in the
cafeteria, all the discussions in the teacher's lounges were
about them.
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Bradley Headly was a large boy in the sixth grade. He wasn't re-
ally all that interested in girls, but his size and his lumpish
good looks made him a prize catch for some of the girls in his
class, who were just beginning to collect boyfriends. Terri
Blake, a very pretty girl whose family had a lot of money,
gained some notoriety by claiming that Bradley had put his
hands down her pants. At first Bradley denied it, but then he
noticed that he got more mileage out of just standing there and
smiling when the subject was mentioned.
He began to get a reputation. Girls giggled when he walked by,
and guys liked to hang around him. He had taken advantage of
some opportunities with girls who wanted to be in Terri's league
by having Bradley put his hands on them, and a lot more was at-
tributed to him than he actually accomplished.
So it was to Bradley that the boys congregated when they got
their first glimpse of hot Blair at third session recess.
"Hey, Bradley, whatcha think about Reilly?", came the question in
a dozen different forms.
Bradley leaned back against the fence and smiled as Blair walked
provocatively by.
"She's fuckable", came the uncommitted reply.
The boys burst into a frenzy.
"***I'd*** fuck her", said Pee-Wee, who was at least four or five
years away from such capability.
"Damn, I would too!", said another.
"You ever get anything off her, Bradley?", came the chorus.
"Felt her titties once", Bradley lied. There was a simultaneous
intake of breath around him. The pack was impressed. Then there
was embarassed silence. Blair was sauntering towards the boys,
her jutting, jiggling breasts thrust proudly before her. The
boys cowered behind Bradley, their protector and vindicator.
"Hi there, Bradley", purred Blair. "How's it goin'?"
"Pretty good."
"You know, Bradley", she continued, moving in close to him. She
was happy to see that Bradley was one of the few boys in the
school who was tall enough to take advantage of her scoop-neck
t-shirt, and she made sure he got a good view. "I got some-
thing I want to show you at lunch time".
"What's that?" Bradley started fidgeting. Blair's actions made
him feel kind of nervous and sweaty, like none of the other girls
did. He'd have to ask his big brother Jake about this.
"You'll see, Bradley", she smiled. "Just be behind the cafeteria
at lunch time." She swung around and started walking back, giv-
ing the surprised boys a view of her jeans-clad little ass
shaking away.
The boys recovered their courage.
"God! She's ***hot***!"
"Lookit that ass!"
"Lookit those ***tits***"
Bradley folded his arms across his chest, ignoring the multiple
questions fielded to him from his court of lackeys. What did
Blair Reilly want? He was worried. He already knew Blair was
stronger, much stronger than he was. If she wanted to kick
his ass for something he'd done to one of her friends, what
better way to do it than to catch him alone behind the cafete-
ria?
He'd have to bring some back-up.
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Amanda didn't cause nearly the fuss that Blair did. The boys in
her class were blissfully unaware of her sexiness. They were
used to Amanda's tits by now. To them, this was just the way
Amanda was. The time Amanda spent in her second-grade class with
these babies was time lost as far as her plans were concerned.
Recess was little better. Being in the second grade meant she
was the biggest kid on the playground, as she had recess with
the first through the third graders. All the jiggle and bounce
and tit-show-off she tried may have been done for a bunch of
cats. Nobody paid any attention. She leaned against the fence,
disgusted, with her arms across her too-large-for-her-age chest.
Her breasts were tingling like crazy now, and she was almost
tempted to start playing with them herself.
When the whistle blew for the end of recess, Amanda started walk-
ing over to the line that was forming for the little ones to
head back into the building. She saw the larger kids, the
fourth- through sixth-graders, waiting to come on to the play-
ground. She thrust her breasts out playfully. She heard some
whistles and claps. Good. It was nice to be appreciated.
She looked over the line and saw Bradley Headley, the tallest boy
in the sixth grade. She grabbed a piece of paper out of some-
one's notebook and hurriedly scribbled a line or two down:
- Bradley, meet me behind the cafeteria at lunch time.
- I've got something to show you.
- Amanda Quinteros
She slipped it into Bradley's hand as she passed him on the side-
walk, and her breasts, which had been tingling up until then,
awoke into a mighty roar of desire, which surprised her with its
intensity.
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The two and a half hours between the end or recess and the begin-
ning of lunch were long enough for Blair and Amanda, who by now
were actually uncomfortable with the cresting sensations coming
from their breasts, but they were just hell for Bradley, who
could only guess at what the two sisters wanted from him. Blair
scared him, sure, but Amanda he was terrified of. The
five- foot-two second-grader with the body of a grown woman, and
the brown eyes that seemed to look right into you. What did
**she** want with him? He asked Tony Corolio and Rodney Pittman
to come with him.
The whistle blew for lunch, and all the kids swarmed out of the
classrooms and into the cafeteria. Except for five.
Blair was the first into the enclosed area behind the cafeteria.
There was a spot without windows enclosed by three walls and part
of a fourth. A lot of kids went there to do things that they
didn't want the teachers or the cafeteria workers to find out
about. She had just arrived when she saw Amanda hurry in behind
her.
"Mandy!", she squealed. "What are you doing here?"
"I asked Bradley Headley to meet me here", she stated calmly.
Amanda began to stroke her breasts, which felt like they were on
fire. "He's gonna feel me up!"
Blair was astounded. "I asked him to meet me here, too! What
are we gonna do?"
Amanda pointed to the gap in the walls where they had entered.
Bradley, Tony and Rodney were sneaking in. "Looks like we don't
have to worry."
Both girls walked up to Bradley, who was rather hesitatingly
waiting close to the gap with his two friends, in case things
got dangerous. "OK, kids, whatcha want to show me?", he demand-
ed.
Amanda pulled her top off with one hand, and stood bare-chested
in the hidden quad. "I wanted to show you my tits!", she ex-
claimed, moving in close to him. She rubbed her burning breasts
against the fabric of Bradley's shirt.
Blair pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her pink breasts with
their rosy nipples contrasted nicely with Amanda's darker ones.
"I wanted to show you mine, too", she said. "Now you guys are
gonna have to tell us which of us has better tits! You better
get started.
Bradley, Tony, and Rodney couldn't believe their good fortune.
Within seconds, their hands were all over Blair and Amanda, who
twisted and turned under their caresses like young horses.
There was more than enough pliant young breast flesh to go
around, and all the guys got a good feel.
Amanda felt the pressure and the tension in her breasts grow to
incredible proportions. She thrust them in Rodney's face and
commanded him. "I want you to taste them!" Rodney nearly
fainted, but Tony complied, sticking out a long pink tongue that
touched Amanda lightly on her dark nipple. "Oh, that tickles!",
she giggled.
Before long, Tony was furiously tonguing Amanda's hard little
tennis-ball- sized breasts, and Bradley was performing the same
service for Blair. Rodney, for his earlier cowardice, had been
demoted to lookout.
Blair started panting, as the sensations in her chest began to
mount. She felt them alternately tighten and release, each time
with a wave of pleasure that swept over her whole body. She
grabbed the back of Bradley's head and pulled it deeper into her
bosom. She felt powerful and queenly, in total command. It was
a new feeling for her and she loved it.
Amanda's own sensations were no less powerful. She contorted her
chest and rib cage, flopping her tits across Tony's open mouth,
gasping for air as she did so. Finally, both sisters fell to
the ground under the power of the same familiar, yet exhiliriat-
ing, wave of sexual electricity that had overcome them the
night before their breasts appeared. Bradley and Tony watched
for a second, then bolted, as Amanda and Blair recovered from
their fits.
It took a while for the sensations to ebb, and by the time the
sisters could speak again, the boys were all gone.
"God!", said Amanda, "I don't know where that came from, but it
sure feels ***good***!" She pulled her top back on and buttoned
both buttons.
"Me either", said Blair. "You know, when my titties got to tin-
gling, it was like, well, like they were taking control or some-
thing."
"I know", acknowledged Amanda, cupping her hands under her throb-
bing breasts. "Its like they **want** to get big."
Blair pulled her t-shirt back on. "I wonder when we'll start
growing?"
"I hope its after school gets out."
"Yeah, and I hope Brad, Tony, and Rodney don't spread it it all
over the school what we did back here."
Amanda frowned. "Yeah, and I hope it snows next August."
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Of course, the boys did spread it around the schoolyard, begin-
ning that afternoon. At first no one believed them, but the in-
formation soon became old news. Amanda's and Blair's reputa-
tions suffered no damage, either, as the events of the following
days and weeks made the idea of a grade-school reputation some-
what laughable.
Amanda was sitting in class listeneing to Mrs. Harrison drone on
and on about primary and secondary colors, when she felt a slow
warmth spread across her chest. It was as agreeable as the ten-
sion that morning had been disagreeable. She felt her breasts
start to itch, then an odd lifting sensation as though her shirt
was being lifted off her chest by someone's hand.
She came back to reality when she heard the button pop off. It
scattered about on her desk and fell to the floor. She looked
down, and saw a new expanse of dusky breast-tissue where there
had been none before. Her breasts, which were once the size of
tennis balls, were now the size of apples, and there were two
little half-moons of titty pushing up into the gap where the but-
ton used to be. Her nipples, which previously had only brushed
against the fabric, were now pushing aggressively into it, and
the inprint could be seen plainly from the outside.
She felt another rush of warmth, another lift, and the other but-
ton began to pull away from the buttonhole under the pressure of
her expanding tits. Amanda was scared, thrilled and delighted,
watching the procedure as if from a distance. Her breasts were
now the size of large oranges, and they strained at the fabric
of the blouse like racehorses at a starting gate.
Amanda looked around. No one else seemed to have noticed yet.
Then she felt another wave of warmth. Her last button skittled
across the floor, and Amanda's tawny grapefruit-sized breasts
burst out uninvited into the class- room. The girl next to her
began to scream.
"Amanda Quinteros! You button your shirt up at once or I'll send
you to the principal's office", shrieked Mrs. Harrison.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Harrison", Amanda answered. She rose from the
desk, her newly expanded breasts jiggling slightly. "My tit-
ties just got too big for my shirt". She opened the two shirt-
flaps wide to show the class what the recent expansion had done
for her. "See?"
Jiggling her newly-augmented breasts in the faces of her horrified
classmates, Amanda crowed with delight. "Lookit the **size** of
these babies!", she gloated. "I mean, what're you gonna do when
your tits get so big, you can't keep a shirt buttoned?"
"I guess I better go home", she admitted, and turned and walked
out of the classroom.
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Blair was sitting in her own classroom, listening to Ms. Suarez
go on and on and on about subtracting like fractions. It was
warm and Blair was sleepy.
Suddenly, she was brought back to reality by the wave of warmth
flowing over her chest. It felt delicious. She stretched back
in her chair, and felt something like a bubble pop at the tips
of each of her nipples. Suddenly, she found it hard to breathe.
Her shirt felt like it was too tight. She reached down to adjust
it, and found that her shirt was trying to contain too much
Blair. It had pulled away from her rib cage and was stretching
across the sides and across the back.
She felt another wave of warmth pass across her chest, and the
constriction of her too-tight t-shirt was quite uncomfortable.
Blair put her hands on her growing chest. Her breasts felt like
they were about the size of large grapefruit now. She felt them
grow, pressing against her hands and her shirt. By now, cleavage
was beginning to show through the scoop neck of her t-shirt as
two substantial half-mounds of tit-flesh were pushed up and out
by the pressure of her growing boobs.
Amy Smallington, a sassy girl in the next desk, snickered at
Blair. "Giving yourself a feel-job, Blair-slut?", she sneered.
"What's the matter, Bradley didn't do a good enough job?" Two
or three other girls sniggered at this as well.
Blair felt another surge flow across her chest. Turning in her
chair, she thrust her growing bosom out at Amy. "Don't you wish
you had something for him to feel, Amy SMALL-ington?", she
gloated. Amy clutched at her undeveloped chest and started to
whimper.
Amy's jaw dropped as she saw her classmate's now-large breasts
give one final surge, pulling Blair's t-shirt tail up out of her
jeans. Blair bobbled her now canteloupe-sized breasts in Amy's
face. Amy burst into tears and ran crying from the room. Some
of the boys started laughing and the class became uncontrol-
lable. Blair got called up to the front of the room. She rose
from the desk, and there was a mass gasp as the results of her
growth were revealed.
Blair's breasts had swollen to about four times their previous
size in mass and volume. She attempted to tuck the tail end
of her t-shirt back into her jeans, and the effort caused her
expanded tits to jiggle and shake provocatively. Several
girls started crying. Ms. Suarez struggled for words. "Blair
Reilly!", she sputtered. "What have you done?"
"My tits grew", Blair stated calmly, as if that were the most
natural thing in the world to have happened.
"You go the principal's office at once!", the teacher demanded.
Blair walked quietly out, closing the door behind her. She evad-
ed the hall monitor and headed for home.
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