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Dr. Hooters #13: The Big- Tits Club
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DR. HOOTERS - Part XII
The Big-Tits Club
[by Servax]
Mary Lou Rodriguez opened the door, and strode in. She didn't so
much enter a room as she possessed it. "Marty, Eric, what are
you guys doing here?", she exclaimed. Then she saw Blair and
Amanda peeking over the top of the sofa. "Oh, getting a little
action, aren't we, brother mine?" She gasped as the two sisters
stood up. "My God, Marty", she said, "where'd you find these
little booby girls?"
Marty flushed crimson. "They're friends of Sherrie's. They're
here for Marsha's quince."
Mary Lou motioned to Blair and Amanda, someone hesitant to ap-
proach this big, loud girl. "Come on, you two, let's get a look
at you. Don't be shy. I should think with tits like those you
two have, you wouldn't have the luxury of being shy." She turned
to her brother and gave him a big hug. "If this is what there is
comin' up behind me, I'll have to watch my back." She thrust out
a hand to the two sisters. "My name's Mary Lou. I'm Marty's big
sister. Encantada, pleased to meet you."
Amanda grabbed Mary Lou's hand and grinned broadly. She felt an
instant sympathy to this big outgoing, happy girl. "I'm Amanda",
she said. The movement of her arm shaking Mary Lou's hand made
her new breasts jiggle seductively.
Blair offered her hand next. "I'm Blair Reilly. Glad to meet
you."
"Why don't you two get dressed and go on back to the party?",
Mary Lou asked, "It seems a shame to keep four fine tits like
yours shut up in here with my dumb brother and his dumb friend."
She turned to Marty and Eric. "Oh, I know what you boys are up
to. Even you, Young-Mr.-Gentleman Eric. One of these days I'm
gonna bang your chimes so hard, you'll ring for three days." She
planted a kiss on his cheek. "Pretty bold of little grape-soda-
tits Sherrie to have these two for friends, though."
"Uh, Mary Lou", stuttered Marty, "we kinda got a problem." He
and Eric went on to describe how they had brought Blair and Aman-
da down to the rec room for make-out session, and ended up with,
well, this. "I swear, these are the clothes they wore down
here." He held up Amanda's now clearly inadequate bra and top.
Mary Lou examined the evidence, and stared at the sister's ex-
uberant chests. "I don't know how far to believe you, Marty.
If it was possible to grow tits like those in fifteen minutes,
doctors and chemists would be lining up outside that door
five wide and hundreds deep." Then she smiled. "Doesn't matter.
If the two of you need some clothes for whatever reason, Mary Lou
can fix you up." She cupped two hands under her own generous bo-
som. "I know a little something about having big boobs. I'm
gonna take these two to the beach house with me tonight to meet
the other girls. Marty, you go tell Papi to call these girls'
parents and make arrangements."
Mary Lou went to rummaging around in the room, pulling clothes
and underware out of odd spaces. "I'm a 38FF myself, girls. You
know something about those letters, don't you? Its a joke, like
they don't want to say 38-G or something. If anyone's wondering,
I'm 45-29-39. Anyway, Blair, I think you can fit into some of my
clothes, even though it might be a bit loose everywhere but in
the chest. Your sister may have to try on one of my 38-DD
bras,though. I still have one or two left from junior high
around here somewhere."
Mary Lou vanished for a moment, then reappeared with an armload
of clothes. "I know about clothes not fitting, girls", she ex-
claimed upon entering, "I grew four cup sizes in the seventh
grade, and my father was furious. 'No way I'm gonna buy DD-cup
bras for a twelve year old girl!' he hollered once at the dinner
table. I spent the whole year holding my breath. Your mother
looks like she wants to hold on to her little girls just a little
longer, no?" Mary Lou lifted up Blair's tormented shirt and
bra. "No way to account for parents.
She gave Blair one of her own bras, and Blair put it on. It was
tight, and was obviously made for a girl with a broader back and
smaller breasts. Blair's tits overwhelmed the FF-cups, and the
only thing that made the bra fit at all was the fact that the
longer straps on the sides helped compensate for the lack of
space in the cups.
Mary Lou felt Blair's arms and shoulders as she held up a shirt
for Blair to look at. "Well, Missie", she exclaimed. "You've
got some muscles underneath all that too. I'd hate to be the bee
that dips into your honeypot without permission!"
Mary Lou drew her breath in audibly. "Blair, it takes one hell
of a woman to overstuff one of **my** bras." She turned towards
Amanda, reaching out a sadly worn bra to her. This is the best I
could find. 38-D" Amanda pulled it on, and found that she had
the same problem as her sister; too little back, and too much
tit. Breast-flesh was poking out the top and sides of the bra,
but it stayed on.
Blair put on a Hawaiian shirt Mary Lou found for her. It fit
fairly well, except that it was loose in the shoulders. Amanda
had to make do with a one-size-fits-all black knit halter top.
"You two look fairly presentable now", gloated Mary Lou, "Amanda!
Pull that top down a little. You weren't given all that cleavage
just to hide it under a lot of fabric!"
Eric and Marty returned. Mr. Rodriguez had gotten permission for
Blair and Amanda to stay two weeks with Mary Lou and some of her
friends in the Rodriguez' beach house up the coast. Blair and
Amanda were thrilled. They had formed an instant bond with this
big, breezy girl who treated them so well.
"Papi says he'll send the driver after the girls' things, Mary
Lou.", said Marty. "We can take the Lexus, since there won't be
room in your Porsche for all of us."
Mary Lou laughed. "What do you mean 'us', brother mine? You two
aren't coming along. Not right now, anyway. This is a girl
party. Oh, don't worry. We'll have your little stacked
girlfriends back to you in one piece." She grabbed the keys from
her brother. "We'll take the Lexus anyway."
The drive up the coast was exhilarating. Mary Lou talked non-
stop; about boys, clothes, cars, parties, and about having big
breasts. "You know, it isn't easy finding clothes that fit well.
I had to learn to sew, and do alterations. Most outfits that fit
well around the boobs flap like tents everywhere else. Its not
so bad at home. Here in this town we got a lot of Cuban girls,
and Jewish girls, and Jamaican girls and what not, that have de-
cent figures. But I'm going to Illinois to school, and I'm
afraid all the clothes up there will be made for the fat-ass-
no-tits crowd..."
About an hour and a half later, they pulled up at the Rodriguez'
beach house. It was dark, but the house was aglow with lights
behind a tall white wall. Mary Lou pushed a button and a gate
opened, and they drove in. She honked the horn, and the door
opened. Blair and Amanda saw a girl's shape silhoutted against
the light.
"Suzie!", shouted Mary Lou, "Tell the others we've got some com-
pany!"
Mary Lou ushered Blair and Amanda into the living room, where
five other girls were eating a pizza. In an instant, they saw
why Mary Lou wanted the two of them to come along. None of the
girls in the room had average-sized chests, and one or two of
them were as large as Mary Lou herself!!
"I found us some new little sisters!", shouted Mary Lou, and the
other girls got up to greet them. "Hi, I'm Janet", said a blonde
with blue eyes. A short dark-haired girl in a swimsuit top and
cutoffs extended her hand. "I'm Lisa. Delighted to have you
here. Looks like you'll fit right in."
"Hi! I'm Lucie!", said a short, round-faced redhead with a mass
of freckles covering every square inch of her face, arms, neck,
and what you could see of her large bust. Lucie was a little
heavier than the others, but her boobs were bigger, too. She was
wearing a khaki cotton safari top with the top three buttons
unbuttoned, revealing a spectacular expanse of freckle-splashed
bosom.
A tall, lanky blonde stood up from the table, extending her hand
in welcome. "Amy Parmenter", she said quietly. "Pleased to meet
you!" Amy had the smallest breasts of the company, but they were
breathtaking on her long, slender figure. Smiling shyly, she sat
back down, crossing her long, muscular legs. Braless, Amy was
wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans cutoffs. Her D-cup size
breasts jutted proudly off her slim chest, nipples erect and pok-
ing through the fabric of her shirt.
The last girl was Suzie, who had met them at the door. She was
tall, not quite so tall as Mary Lou, and was Oriental. All five
girls were D-cups or better.
"Welcome to the 'Booby Hatch', Amanda, Blair", Lisa exclaimed,
"Where did Mary Lou find you two?"
Mary Lou answered. "They were at Marsha Sanchez's quince at my
parents' house.", she laughed, "My brother and one of his friends
were trying to fuck them, and I rescued them. They're sisters,
by the way."
"Half-sisters, actually", Blair corrected, "and I don't think
Marty and Eric..."
"Marty and Eric are guys", interrupted Mary Lou, "and if I inter-
rupted anything, I'm sorry. Marty knows where this place is, and
from the looks of your sister, it won't be too long before he'll
be begging an invitation up here."
All the girls laughed. They made room for Blair and Amanda in
their circle, and returned to the pizza. Then Mary Lou said to
Suzie, "Hey, Suzie, send for some more beer!" Suzie went out of
the room and returned in a moment. A few minutes later there was
a knock at the gate, and Suzie went out and returned with a
twelve-pack.
"You girls may be a little young for beer", Mary Lou said, "But
there's plenty of Pepsi and other stuff in the 'fridge."
"Young for beer?", commented Lisa, "How young are they?"
Mary Lou opened a beer. "I couldn't get a straight answer out of
my brother, but they were younger that he is, and younger than
Sherrie and Marsha." She turned to Blair. "How old are you two,
anyway?"
"I'm fourteen, and Amanda's a year younger.", lied Blair. Well,
why not, she thought, who's gonna believe the truth, or even the
old lie they let Marty and Eric believe; twelve and eleven.
There was a moment of collective silence. "But we'll have a cou-
ple of beers anyway", she added.
"When you got tits like that, you can be as old as you want to
be", Lisa remarked. She thrust out her capacious bosom, which
Blair noted was still smaller than hers or Amanda's. "These ba-
bies were getting me into clubs at thirteen." All the girls
laughed.
They finished the twelve pack, and sent for another. Blair and
Amanda wondered how they did it. Lucie went into the next
room, returned, and within minutes, there was a racket at the
gate. Amy went out and got the beer. By the time they had fin-
ished that, all the girls were in a very good mood. Suzie stood
up. "Time for the tittie pledge", she laughed.
All the girls stood to their feet, put their right hands on their
left breasts, and recited witth mock seriousness,
"I pledge allegiance
to my tits,
and to all the benefits
which they afford me.
And to the sorority
of the overstuffed bra,
one true sisterhood,
triumphant,
with liberty
and all the good-looking guys
for just-us."
and collapsed in laughter.
Lucie pulled Blair over. "Kinda silly isn't it?" Blair agreed,
nodding her head. "Mary Lou started it, she and I, back in the
seventh grade, when it became obvious that we were built more,
well, generously than other girls. Over the years, we came
to know Janice, Lisa and Suzy. We asked them into the club as
well. Last year, Suzy met Amy working at Publix, and she brought
her over, so she's the last one besides you."
"Mary Lou and I are seniors this year", Lucie continued. "Suzy's
a junior, I think, at Killian. Amy's going to college early,
but she's only sixteen. Before you two joined, Janet was the
youngest. She's fifteen, and gonna be a sophmore next year. Hey
Lisa!"
Lisa looked up from a magazine and took a long pull on her beer.
"When are you gonna graduate, Lisa?", Lucie asked.
"A couple more years", Lisa replied. "I was a sophmore last year
at American. I'll be seventeen in December."
She looked down at Blair's chest. "In five years, we've only
added four new members. Now we get to add two more in one night!
Welcome to our jolly little clan!" She and Blair embraced.
Lisa stood up somewhat woozily, and motioned for Amanda to follow
her. "I wanna show you our delivery system, Amanda. C'mon."
They went into a room that had a large window open. The window
gave out onto a promenade where a lot of people were walking up
and down the beach. In the background, you could hear the slow
murmur of the ocean.
"Go on. Get us some beer. Miller.", Lisa ordered. "Its easy.
Choose any one of these guys, flash 'em a little tit, and they'll
be down at the gate in no time."
Amanda swallowed hard. It seemed a little brazen, but she pulled
her halter top down practically to her nipples, exposing a vast
expanse of tawny breast. Lisa whistled in appreciation. "Lord
above, Amanda, you sure got what it takes. I haven't ever seen
titties as big as yours!"
Surveying the passing crowd, Lisa pointed out a handsome boy
walking down the promenade. "Thrust 'em out, Amanda", counseled
Lisa. "Watch him drop!"
Amanda leaned out over the balcony, flexing her big breasts out
over the heads of the crowd. Lisa applauded. "That's the spirit,
kid", she crowed.
"Hey, good-looking!", Amanda shouted to the dark-haired young
man, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old.
"Well, hey baby", came the reply.
Amanda began to swell with a sense of confidence and power. So
this is what it was like to be a real woman, with big, shapely
tits. "Hey, go get us a twelve pack of Miller. Bring it to that
gate down there!" She indicated the front gate with a long,
slender brown finger. She shook her tits and blew him a kiss.
The young man disappeared into the night.
"Hey, I forgot to give him the money!", Amanda cried.
Lisa exploded in laughter. "Money? We **never** give the poor
bastards any money." When the Miller boy returned, he got a kiss
on the cheek from Lisa in payment. "Cute, but he got more than
he deserved.", she said to Amanda with an air of conspiracy.
The next few days followed in a blaze of activity. The girls
treated Amanda and Blair to a lifestyle they had only previously
dreamed of. One day, Mary Lou, who seemed to have an inexhau-
stable supply of money, took them shopping. The other five
girls ooohed and aaahed at each outfit, and Amanda and Blair be-
gan to feel a little like live Barbie dolls. But, the clothes
were so beautiful, the salespeople so deferential, and their new
figures commanded such admiration and respect that Blair and
Amanda soon lost their reserve.
They couldn't find any bras that fit well in any of the retail
stores. Blair sweated and struggled into a couple 40-DDs, but
she couldn't squeeze all of her bounty into them. "My God, I
can't believe my tits are TOO big now", she exclaimed. The girls
didn't have any more luck with Amanda. The 40-DDs fit her, but
the cups were way too small for her large breasts, and they were
very uncomfortable.
Mary Lou took them both by the hand. "We're gonna have to visit
a friend of mine.", she said, and drove them to a little shop on
the other side of town from the beach. It was a little, non-
descript place with a bold sign in the window annnouncing
ALTERATIONS/CONFECCIONES in English and Spanish. Mary Lou opened
the door and peeked in. "Yoo-hoo, Marina", she shouted, "Are you
home?" There came a bustle from inside the shop, and a small
woman of about fifty came out to greet them. When she saw Mary
Lou, she gave her a big hug.
"Maria Luisa", she cried, "Its so long that I don' see you. How's
the familia?"
Mary Lou pulled herself away from the older lady's grip. "Fine,
mamita, just fine. Mamita linda, I have two new friends that I
need your help with." She pushed Blair and Amanda towards Mari-
na.
"Que lindas ninas!", Marina exclaimed. "What beautiful girls.
Such big girls, too"
"They're too big for the shops, mamita, that's why I've brought
them to you."
"You did the right thing, Maria, Marina knows how to take care of
her special girls." She motioned to Amanda and Blair, who moved
over to her side. She put an arm around each one. "Such pretty
girls, Maria, like you when I first saw you."
Marina started on Blair. "Such pretty red hair, darling. All
the boys are gonna die to get their hands on such a beautiful
head of hair."
"Her hair isn't why were here.", laughed Mary Lou.
"I know, I know, Maria", Marina laughed. She made Blair take
her shirt off, and sucked in her breath when she saw the wide ex-
panse of Blair's firm young bosom. "Wow, Maria, look at these!"
She measured Blair just under the swell of her breasts, across
the rib cage. "30 inches. That makes her bra size 36. Good
size. I got lots of 36's." Then Marina measured Blair across the
fullest part of her melon-sized breasts. "Maria, we got us a
real tape-buster here. She's 46 and 3/4 inches across, almost
47. That would make her, let's see, an H or a J cup." She
did a quick measurement of Blair's waist, 24 inches, and her
hips, 35 1/2 inches, just for reference. Then she moved on to
Amanda.
Marina drew the tape measure across Amanda's rib cage just under
her large, jutting breasts. "This little one's daintier, but
I think she's going to be harder to fit. She's 27 inches
across, bra size 32." Then she pulled her tape measure across
the fullness of her well-endowed chest. "Forty-four inches,
Maria! You brought me some prize winners today. This little
one's definitely going to be needing a J, maybe a 32-K." Next,
she measured Amanda's waist, 19 inches, and her hips, 33.
"Do you have anything that can fit them, Maria?", asked Mary Lou
"I might have some things in the back", Marina answered. Then
she disappeared into the back room, and brought back a handful of
gayly colored and coquettish-looking bras. "I got more for the
big one than for the little one, honey", she announced, "but you
gotta 'spect that."
Blair and Amanda tried on the bras. What a relief! Not only did
the bras fit like they were born into them, but they gave a very
seductive lift and jaunt to the sisters' large and shapely
breasts. Amanda was particularly impressed with the two that
Marina found for her. She looked at the tag several times.
Blair pushed against the sides of her breasts. They felt so full
and heavy, but this bra held them up so well. The front of the
bra dipped low in the front, exposing the tops of her breasts, so
that she could use this one with a low-cut blouse.
Then Marina disappeared into the back, and re-emerged with trium-
phantly with what had to be the catch of the day. "Two swimming
suits, darlings!", she exclaimed. "Just as if they were made to
order for your young friends." They were beautiful, too.
Blair's was a sea-blue top and bottom, and Amanda's was a solid
black, also a two-piece.
"I been takin' care of Maria since she was a little girl.",
boasted Marina, "Not that she's ever been little. Not since I
been knowing her, anyway." Marina threw out her own still-
impressive bust. "Get 'em young, take good care of 'em, and
you'll keep 'em a long time." Then there were more hugs and
kisses all around, for Blair, Mary Lou, Lucie, Lisa, Amy, Suzie,
Janice and Amanda, and the friends departed back to their beach
house.
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That night, Mary Lou decided they should go out and break some
hearts. The girls all rented some inline skates and skated about
a mile or two up the beach. Before they got back, about fifteen
or so guys were following them.
Amanda and Blair were astounded. They weren't nerds, either, but
good-looking, well-muscled guys. Even some that looked like they
might be twenty-something.
Blair found out it wasn't so hard to talk to them, since they
kept their eyes pretty much focused on her chest, and didn't pay
too much attention to what she said. If she wanted any one of
them to do anything for her, she found she merely had to lean
over ever so slightly.
After a couple of days, Blair and Amanda began to feel old-
er, more grown-up. Mary Lou, Suzie, and the others didn't treat
them like little girls, but as complete equals. They even
deferred a bit to Blair and Amanda, since the sisters had bigger
breasts than any of the rest of them. Blair was delighted
when she won the annual big-bra contest. All of the other
girls, even Mary Lou, had flopped around inside her mighty
36-J, and she had overstuffed all of theirs. By the end of the
first week, Blair and Amanda felt they had never been happier,
but were a little apprehensive about when the outside world would
intrude on their private big-breasted paradise. Mary Lou, espe-
cially, treated them like visiting royalty, but then she
had a particular social instinct. Well-endowed girls like her-
self and her friends, Blair and Amanda discovered, were con-
sidered by Mary Lou to be a natural aristocracy, born to com-
mand and to have their every whim catered to. Men, and less-
endowed women, existed merely to serve them.
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