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Dr. Hooters #14: Blasts From the Past
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 XIV
Blasts From The Past
[by Servax]
Amanda was sitting out on the beach early in the morning, letting
the rising sun caress her face and hair. There weren't too many
people up and about; a couple of joggers, a young family with
some kids, an elderly couple walking up the beach. Amanda took
off a large, floppy sweatshirt she was wearing, and reclined on
the towel. She looked down at the top. It was amazing that this
swimsuit should not only fit her, but actually be attractive as
well. She had gotten so large on top.
Amanda stood up and stretched, an action that would have drawn a
fairly good- sized crowd if she had attempted it later in the day
with more people on the beach. She started walking up the board-
walk.
There were some squares marked in chalk for hopscotch on the
boardwalk. Amanda had liked playing hopscotch when, well, when,
she was a little girl, all of three or four weeks ago. She
picked up a pebble and tossed it onto the '1' square. She
couldn't even see the '1' square, really, with her new boobs in
the way, but she guessed at where it was and lept over it, con-
tinuing down the other squares to the '10'. Her large breasts
heaved and wobbled inside the bikini top with the effort, and
caused an old man passing by to spill his coffee on himself.
Amanda continued her game. A couple of early risers had stopped
and were lounging against the benches, watching her. Amanda kept
on. She knew now that guys were going to be watching her.
Then two little girls came running out a house a couple of doors
down from where Amanda was playing, and began screaming at her.
"Hey, lady!", yelled the smaller of the two, "What'cha doin' with
our game?" Amanda glanced up, and saw with horror that the
younger of the two was Felice Barnes, from Ms. Harrison's second
grade class.
"Felice!", Amanda replied without thinking, "What are you doing
here?"
Felice eyed Amanda with enormous suspicion. Amanda was a good
foot taller than Felice. "How do you know my name, lady?", she
asked Amanda.
"Uh, I,m Amanda Quinteros' uh, I'm her mother.", sputtered Aman-
da.
"Hmmph", grunted the little girl. "Now I see where Amanda got
her big tits from. You know she was wearing a D-cup when she left
school."
Amanda thrust her chest out proudly. What a difference, she
thought. Only a few short weeks ago, she would have been indis-
tinguishable from this unremarkable, curveless little girl. She
moved her hands across her bikini top, down to her waist, and
down her thighs. Now she had a woman's body, and more than a
woman's body. She moved back to her towel and sat down.
And a woman's desires to go with the body, she thought. All last
night, she had felt restless. She felt a slight ache down in her
pelvis. She thought about Marty, and his strong hands on her
large breasts, rotating them, caressing them, putting his mouth
on her nipples.
She began to feel a little loose and sweaty. She put her hands
on her breasts, then moved them quickly away. She didn't need
**them** growing again.
Amanda reclined onto the beach towel, and feeling the warm touch
of the sun on her body, found her hands moving against her will
up towards her large breasts and down towards that hungry clam
under her bikini bottom.
******
Blair sat in the window of one of the bedrooms, watching the peo-
ple pass up down the boardwalk. She stroked her left breast
idly. For some reason, her breasts had been feeling, well, a
little tender today.
She thought about Eric, and how badly Eric had wanted to be with
her. But Eric really wasn't Blair's sort of guy. When she got
to thinking about it, Eric was really too, well, too much of a
gentleman. Blair was a street girl, and she wanted more of a
street-smart guy.
She sighed. Of course, it wouldn't hurt a bit if he was a hand-
some bastard, like the fellow she could see coming up the board-
walk. Now this was a guy worth watching, she thought to herself.
He was tall, about six-three, and **very** well-muscled. She
looked with growing interest at his broad shoulders, thick tri-
angular neck, and narrow waist.
His face looked somewhat familiar. It had an African cast to it,
large, sensual mouth, short, kinky hair, but it had an Asiatic
flavor as well. It was a very handsome face. The good-looking
guy was just about level with Blair when she had a sudden shock
of recognition.
"Tommy!", she screamed, "My God! Tommy! I don't believe it!"
It was Tommy. The face was the same, the swagger was the same,
even the way he held his head on his neck was the same. The old
Tommy, however, was thin and rail-like. This Tommy had a body to
die for!
She waved to this new, gorgeous Tommy. "Hey, Tommy, I'm up
here!" Tommy looked in the direction of the shout and saw the
fresh-faced, red-haired big-breasted girl waving to him from the
window. Nothing unusual. Women were all the time calling his
name and waving to him, now. But this girl looked familiar. She
kept waving. Maybe she did know him.
Then Tommy recognized her. "Blair Reilly!", he shouted, "Well,
dip me in dog shit! Hot damn, Blair, you lookin' good! What
kinda vitamins you takin'?"
Blair thrust her large chest out, knowing it would have an appre-
ciative audience. "You mean my tits, donUt you? They look
good, don't they?", she teased, "Almost as good as you.S
Tommy was right under her window, looking up, a wide smile cross-
ing his handsome face. Blair leaned over and stretched her hand
out to him. "C'mon up here, Tommy!S
"Blair, you crazy bitch!", Tommy laughed, "I weigh two hundred
fifty pounds." Blair laughed back at him. "And I can lift you,
Tommy", she replied. He grabbed her hand, and she lifted him ef-
fortlessly up into the air and pulled him into the window.
"How you did that, Blair?", said Tommy, still a little rattled by
the experience. Blair stepped back into the empty bedroom.
"Damn, Blair", he exclaimed, "Where'dya get the tits? They look
decent as hell!"
"You got some explaining to do, too, Tommy", she replied, "the
last time I saw you, you were a skinny little gangstah- wannabee
with a bad case of acne and a 'tude to match."
"Kinda filled out since then, haven't I?", Tommy said smiling,
flexing his hands in his lap, making the biceps push out on his
powerful arms. "I don't know how it happened. I just started,
well, you know, growing, since the last time I saw you. did a
couple a' weeks in the Juvie home. A bunch a no-future nig-
gahs thought they'z gonna kick my ass there , they sure
caught a surprise. Then when I got out, I just kep' gettin'
bigger." He caught sight of himself in the mirror. "Lotsa
ladies shoutin' little Tommy's name from windows these days."
Blair sat down beside him on the bed, and began brushing her
large breasts on Tommy's arm. It felt good, and sent tingles
down her abdomen to the place between her legs. "You know, Tom-
my", she purred, "we got some unfinished business. The last time
I saw you..."
Tommy finished the sentence for her. "I said if you grew tits, I
was gonna fuck you."
She put an arm around his broad, muscular shoulders, crushing her
big breasts against his back and sending pulses of desire
running through her body. "I got tits now, Tommy", she whispered
hoarsely, "Big ones, too."
"It was the night...", Tommy began.
"We stole the milk outta the back of that white car", Blair
responded, "That milk, did you notice anything, well, strange
about it?"
"Can't remember right off", Tommy mused, stroking his chin with
his hand, "Why?"
"You should see Amanda, Tommy."
"Why? She's your kid sister right?", Tommy asked, "Cute, skinny,
dark-skinned little kid with black hair, big brown eyes?"
"That skinny little kid looks twenty-four now", responded Blair,
"Five foot four with a set of tits you wouldn't believe. Not
much smaller than mine, actually. Now you, showin' up here all
big and puffed up with muscles and all. You, me, and Amanda.
Five or six weeks ago, all of us were just a lot of snot-nosed
kids. Now, Amanda 'n' me busting out of our shirts, and you,
well, look at you. How old are you, Tommy?"
"Thirteen", he answered.
"Right. And I'm ten. **Ten** years old, dammit!" Blair pushed
her chest out for emphasis, letting Tommy appreciate their ex-
traordinary size and volume. "Do these look like the kind of
knockers girls have in the fifth grade? How many guys your age
look like you, Tommy? Not many? Not one! And Amanda! She
what, she's going to turn nine in August. Nine years old, and
she has a forty-four inch bust. She's wearing a 32-L bra, Tommy.
She's a woman!"
"What're ya tryin' to say, Blair?", asked Tommy, a little con-
fused.
"That it had to be the milk, the milk we stole, that made my
breasts so big, and not the fact that, well, Eric touched them."
"Whaaa-a-a-a-t?"
Blair told him the story, the whole story, from the beginning.
About the first time they grew, and Lateesha's explanation, and
the party, and Marty and Eric, and how they grew even larger
after that.
Tommy was impressed. He told Blair his story, which was somewhat
similar. Blair snuggled in closer to him, running her hands now
all over his body, and rubbing her chest against his back. "That
means its OK to let you touch them, Tommy. That means we can,
well, finish our unfinished business." She saw the growing bulge
in his pants, then reached down to open his zipper, and slip her
hand inside. What she found surprised and delighted her.
"Muscles ain't the only thing I been growing, Blair baby!", Tommy
exulted.
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Amanda returned to the beachhouse about noon. She looked for
Blair, but she couldn't find her. Lisa, Suzie and Lucie were
planning to leave, and were packing up Lisa's car. Amy and
Janice had left that morning, and the only trace of Mary Lou was
a note on the refrigerator saying she had gone into town to pick
up her sister. The sisterhood was breaking up, it seemed.
Putting on a hat, and wrapping a towel around her waist, Amanda
sauntered up the boardwalk to the sidewalk cafes. There, the
lunch crowd was packing the tables, trying to escape the heat of
the day.
As Amanda moved past the tables, she saw the men's heads swivel
to follow the movement of her breasts as a passing magnet will
draw a trail of iron filings. She sat down on a stool at the
bar, and ordered a beer. The bartender served her up without
asking her for any I.D. She stared down at her large, suntanned
tits. These are all the I.D. I need anymore, she thought.
A couple of guys tried to hit on her as she sat drinking the
beer. Her breasts were aching by now, but she wasn't too in-
terested in their advances. Way too old for her, for one, she
thought. Guys of thirty or better hitting on an eight-year-old
girl. There ought to be a law, she thought indignantly.
Amanda ordered another beer, hoping that the cool beverage would
douse the fires she felt beginning to burn down inside of her.
She finished the second beer, quickly. She stood up, and felt
nothing. I bet these big tits soak up liquor like two big old
sponges, she thought. I could probably polish off a twelve pack
by myself.
After lounging around in the cool shade for about an hour and
fending off a couple more advances, Amanda decided to return to
the beach house. By this time, she had picked up a tail like a
comet, as about five or six guys left when she did, following her
down the beach. Why do they have to be so obvious, she
thought.
When she got back, she saw Mary Lou's car in the atrium, but
there was no sign of her in the house. Amanda went upstairs into
one of the bedrooms. The house appeared to be deserted. She
released her aching breasts from their captivity under the bikini
top, and it fluttered onto the bed. Her breasts sagged very lit-
tle, but her nipples went quickly erect from the cool air- condi-
tioning.
Pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, Amanda
felt a rush of pleasure surge through her, and her breath started
coming in short pants. She grabbed great handfuls of breast-
flesh in both hands, and gasped with delight. Stroking the sides
and tops of her breasts, she felt jolts of pure delight pulsing
through her great mams, down through her trunk, into her snatch
and down the inside of her thighs. She heard the door close
behind her.
Two arms reached out from her back and cupped her ample breasts.
"Let me do that, honey", she heard a girl's voice say.
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