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Dr. Hooters #10: Bigger and Better Things
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
DR. HOOTERS - Part X
Bigger and Better Things
[by Servax]
Blair and Amanda's mother was astounded at her daughters' new
growth. Blair was poking out all over from under her shirt, and
slender Amanda looked like two melons glued on a broomstick.
Mary laughed and embraced them both.
"My little booby-girls!", she laughed, secretly delighted at her
girls' development. "You've passed your poor old mom behind!
Well, we'll just have to buy new bras to cart around those big
new tits of yours, won't we?"
She called in to work, and took Blair and Amanda to the doctor.
The doctor examined them both thoroughly, then spoke quietly to
Mary.
"There's nothing medically wrong with them", the doctor said.
"It's unusual for breast growth to be this exuberant, but girls
who develop early, like Blair and especially Amanda, tend to be
somewhat larger anyway." She wrote the girls a sick pass for
the day. "Take good care of them, they'll need it", she warned
Mary.
Next stop was the Hialeah Wal-Mart. Mary found that, unfortu-
nately, larger breasts meant larger clothes, as both Blair and
Amanda were literally busting out of their old clothes. Bras
were first, and Mary found that Blair was now a very voluptuous
36-DD, and little Amanda was too large for a 32-D, but was just
a hair under a 34-D. They hunted and hunted, and finally, with
the help of one of the salespeople, found a couple of 32-DDs,
which fit Amanda's new breasts perfectly.
"Odd", said the saleslady, "usually girls that small don't have
figures that well-developed."
"*** I *** do", gloated Amanda, cupping her hands under her gen-
erous new breasts.
They passed the cosmetic counter, where Blair and Amanda assault-
ed their mother for lipstick, blush, eyeliner, and all the rest
of the feminine armory. Mary gave in.
"If you two're gonna be such big girls, you might as well look
the part", she sighed.
Mary bought each of them four or five new blouses, and Blair and
Amanda stayed awake most of the night, while their mother worked,
trying on their new outfits, and making up their faces. Blair
found she had a natural flair for applying makeup, and spent an
hour fixing Amanda up until the dark-haired little beauty just
glowed. Then she made her own face up.
There wasn't anything funny about the way they looked when they
saw themselves in the mirror. Blair was wearing her new tennis
outfit, a light beige top buttoned down the front, with small
green stripes. Her big new breasts peeked out of the neckline,
even though she was buttoned up as far as the blouse would but-
ton.
Amanda was wearing a jeans skirt, sandals and a red stretch top.
The outline of her enlarged nipples were clearly traced in the
fabric of the blouse.
"God, Blair", stammered Amanda, "we look so, so old."
Blair nodded her head. The head that nodded back at her in the
mirror was not a ten-year-old head. Blair added some brown eye-
shadow to her sister's eyes. Amanda looked nothing like an
eight-year-old girl anymore.
"We look like grown-up women, Amanda", said Blair soberly. "Not
old, just grown-up."
"I'm scared", whimpered Amanda. "Now everyone's gonna treat me
like a big, grown-up lady, and I don't know if I know how to
act!"
Blair embraced her sister. "Don't cry, Mandy, you'll, you'll ru-
in your makeup!"
They both laughed heartily, little girls again, even if for the
last time. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
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School was a challenge. If Blair felt out of place before, she
felt like a freak now. Her large, aggressive-looking tits in-
timidated all her old friends. She was much larger now than
even the most advanced girls in the sixth grade, and she was
universally resented. What made her life bearable was that she
was also universally feared. After a couple of days, some of
her old friends started to approach her again, but Blair let them
know she was in charge.
Amanda coped. She found her best defense was a good offense.
When the girls teased her, she merely thrust her large breasts
out more prominently, as if to say, 'you're not even in my
league, no-tits, so get out of my face.' The boys left her alone
at first, until one day, sweaty little Ricky Jackson, a third-
grader, came to her with a proposition.
"I'll give you five dollars if I can see your big tits!", Ricky
bargained. Amanda at five-two was still a good six or seven
inches taller than he was. She glared at him over the tops of
her big boobs.
"Ten dollars, and its a deal", she snapped back.
Ricky thought for a moment. "Six dollars, and I'll let you bor-
row Street Fighter 3 for a week", he countered.
Amanda didn't own a Super Nintendo. "Ten dollars", she said,
standing firm.
"Uh, I'll be back", replied Ricky. A couple of minutes later, he
put a five and five ones into her hands. She took him back be-
hind the cafeteria, and unbuttoned her blouse. She stood there
in her big bra.
"Take off the bra, Amanda", Ricky demanded. "I paid to see your
tits, not your bra."
Amanda glared at him with a cool eye. "Are you sure you're ready
for this, little boy?" She began undoing her brassiere.
Ricky choked. Amanda's large, dark breasts with their wine-
coloured areolae emerged from the confines of her enormous
bra. They were beautiful. He had seen other bare breasts in his
father's magazines, but Amanda was bigger and more beautiful
than all of them. He stood slack-jawed as Amanda buttoned her-
self back up.
"Was it worth it?", she asked. Ricky slowly nodded his head.
"Thanks", he murmured.
After that, Amanda always seemed to have plenty of money.
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One day, an amazing thing happened that gave Blair cause to
think. She was standing in line in the cafeteria, and three or
four boys from the sixth grade were waiting in line behind her.
They were pointing at her breasts and snickering. Blair looked
down at them with almost infinite disdain. It was incredible.
She was two years younger than they, yet she towered over them by
eight or nine inches. She was beginning to find them entirely
juvenile.
The boldest of them, a strapping blonde boy of twelve, began to
berate her. He puffed his chest out and pulled his neck back
like a little fighting rooster. He was a little taller than the
other boys, so his eyes were just about level with Blair's tits.
"You little overgrown fourth-grade bitch! You think you're better
than everyone else, 'cause you got big tits now. I'll kick your
ass, then I'll fuck you."
"With whose dick?", replied Blair, turning away from him in dis-
gust.
The other boys guffawed. "She got you, Kevin ", they snick-
ered. Kevin hung his head in shame and anger. Then he
reached a hand out. Blair felt his hand clamp down on her left
breast.
"God *damn* she's got big 'uns", Kevin exclaimed.
Then Blair reached over with her right hand, grabbed Kevin's
wrist, and tossed him into the tables, about three feet. The
other boys ran for their lives.
One day, late in the school year, while she was trying to concen-
trate on some bullshit of Ms. Harrison's about complex fractions,
she began to see the classroom fade before her, and sort of move
back into the distance. Then she saw Ms. Suarez, Amanda's teach-
er, drawing a figure on the blackboard. She saw all of Amanda's
sweaty little classmates, holding their big pencils and feverish-
ly writing. Then she saw the tips of Amanda's dark brown hair,
and her jutting breasts on her slender rib cage, and she gasped,
and immediately her own classmates and her own teacher swirled
back into view.
She asked Amanda about it that night at home. Amanda said she
didn't know anything about it, but she verified the little de-
tails that Blair supplied, Who was wearing what, who was doing
what. "It was like, like I was in your body, Mandy, looking out
through your eyes.", Blair said.
Amanda just shrugged her narrow, shapely shoulders and said noth-
ing.
Amanda had also taken to reading, no, devouring romance novels on
the balcony. It was well into springtime now, and the sun was
hot. Amanda and Blair had both bought skimpy little bikinis that
displayed their new figures in flattering ways. Blair would
watch as her sister would sit out on the balcony for hours turn-
ing pages on a stack of romance books, letting the sun toast her
lithe body to a deep coconut brown.
"You read those things awful fast, Mandy.", observed Blair one
day.
"About one or two a day, Blair. Schoolwork just doesn't seem to
take as much time as it used to."
"You never seemed to be much for reading, Mandy, You used to
watch more TV." Blair stared at the cover of the book propped
open between her sister's nut- brown breasts. It depicted a
black haired woman crushing a half-naked man's head into her
abundant bosom. The woman looked like a lady, or a noblewoman
from a long time ago. The man looked like a pirate. He was
holding a long sword in the hand he wasn't using to embrace the
woman's waist. "Looks like pretty hot stuff."
"Reading's easy once you get the hang of it.", replied Amanda in-
dolently. "TV is pretty boring." She traced a slender finger
along the inside of her brown thigh, to the border of the bikini
bottom. "These books make me feel all loose and tingly down
here."
Blair knew about that loose and tingly feeling. She had been
starting to feel that way herself, mostly when she saw some of
the boys from McArthur High in track or football practice in the
field adjacent to her school. She and some of the other, more
developed girls in the fifth and sixth grades hung out by the
fence during recess, and watched the boys do their Phys. Ed.
class.
Once in a while, one of the boys would glance over to them and
wave, or smile. This made Blair quiver all the way down to the
center of that secret little place between her legs. After
school, Amanda would join them, and the group of them would
stand and watch the track team run wind-sprints. Blair noticed
a tall, dark Cuban boy watching them intently. After
practice, the large-breasted girl named Mary Lou Rodriguez came
and sat down with him. He kissed her on the cheek, then he
pointed in Blair and Amanda's direction.
"Why do you suppose he pointed at us", Blair wondered aloud.
"He wants to meet you", laughed Candy Suarez, who was standing
with them.
"I want to meet him", chimed in Amanda. "I think he's cute!"
The other girls laughed. "You can't even see him good from
here", Blair mocked. "He looks like a Cuban blur".
"** I ** think he's cute", Amanda continued, "and he's gonna be
my boyfriend. So there!"
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A week or so before the end of the school year, Blair and Amanda
were skipping school, and hanging out at Candy Suarez' house.
Candy stood up and said, "I want a bottle!"
"A bottle of what?", asked Amanda.
"A bottle of liquor, silly", replied Candy. "Haven't you ever
drank any liquor?"
Blair and Amanda both shook their heads, feeling for the first
time in quite a while somewhat young. Their alcoholic grand-
mother made them kind of contemptuous of drinkers, but they
didn't want to seem unsophisticated to Candy, who was in the
sixth grade, and whose family had a lot of money.
Candy was delighted. Amanda and Blair, with their big tits and
grown-up looks, usually made her feel small and little-girly.
Now, the table had turned. "I get drunk a couple of times a
week, sometimes", she lied.
"Can you sneak a bottle from your mom, Candy", Blair asked.
"Naah", replied Candy. "She marks her bottles now since she
caught me a while ago."
There were a couple of other sixth-grade girls there too, Joanne
Rubio and Lourdes Gonzalez, both of whom thought it would be a
great idea to get a bottle and get drunk.
"I got four dollars", Lourdes exclaimed, throwing it into the
center of the circle. The other girls followed suit, and soon
they had more than twenty dollars in small bills and change.
Candy explained that there was usually a homeless woman outside
the liquor store who, for an extra five dollars, would buy them
whatever they wanted. They trooped down to the store, but
couldn't find the woman.
"I bet she got herself arrested again", snorted Candy.
"What we gonna do?", asked Lourdes.
"Blair can buy it for us!!!", shouted Joanne. "She looks twenty-
one easy, with those big tits of hers!"
The other girls got excited about the plan. They returned to
Candy's house, and there they rummaged through Candy's mother's
clothes looking for something Blair could wear into the liquor
store. Most of the stuff in the closet was way too tight across
the chest. Candy's mother was not a busty woman. Still, they
found a business suit that Blair could wear over her own blouse.
The bottom fit well, and Blair put on a pair of panty-hose and a
pair of five-inch heels. She draped a string of imitation pearls
around her neck, and applied Candy's mother's makeup until all
traces of the busty little girl who had left for school that
morning had vanished. Blair stepped back to admire her handi-
work.
"Damn! I'd kill for those tits!", hissed Lourdes, a variation on
a theme Blair had heard hundreds of times in the past week. She
threw her shoulders back and sauntered out the door. "You'd
better let me go alone", said Blair. "It'll look better."
By the time she navigated the four or so blocks to the liquor
store, she had mastered the high heels. She strutted into the
liquor store. The clerk looked up, saw her chest, and nothing
else registered. She walked up to the counter and pulled the
money from Candy's mother's borrowed purse. "Give me a bottle
of Bacardi Light", she stammered, repeating what Candy had told
her.
The clerk removed the bottle from the shelf, bagged it and put it
on the counter. "That'll be $13.48", he said. "Do you have any
I.D.?", he added.
Blair's mind raced. Then instinctively she thrust her large
breasts out into the clerk's face. "Thank you so much, boy",
she laughed. "I haven't been asked that in years!" Blair waved
her tits back and forth in front of the clerk's face. Seeing
that he followed their motion with his head, Blair put the money
down on the counter and picked up the bottle. "What a joker!",
she laughed, "As if I could grow these in less than twenty-one
years!"
The clerk just watched as she walked through the door. When she
got outside, she realized she had done it, and ran nervously but
triumphantly, in the high heels, back to Candy's house.
The girls mixed the rum with Coca-Cola and 7-up. Candy, Lourdes,
and Joanne got roaring drunk, but Amanda and Blair, although they
drank just as much of the fiery liquor as their friends, didn't
feel any effect whatsoever.
Lourdes came close to the reason. "Those damn big tits of yours,
Blair", she said belligerently, "they're soaking up all the
liquor! I bet you couldn't get drunk if you tried." Blair and
Amanda left as one by one their friends slipped into incoher-
ence, then sleep.
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