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Dr. Hooters #16: Surprise at Hurricane Tony's
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DR. HOOTERS - Part XVI
Surprise at Hurricane Tony's
[by Servax]
Tommy and Blair were tooling down I-95 in Tommy's borrowed Al-
lante convertible when Blair felt a pulling on her bra straps.
She reached under her shirt and slipped her hands under the
straps and tried to pull them a little looser, but it seemed this
only made them feel a little tighter.
By the time they got to Pompano Beach, the bra straps felt like
they were digging into the flesh of her shoulders. The wind in
her hair, Tommy's conversation, and the music on the radio dis-
tracted her until they got onto the Sawgrass. Then the sides of
her bra started chafing, and Blair began to squirm a little in
the seat from the pressure.
Blair pulled the front of her blouse up and peered down inside.
Sure enough, two little domes of breast-flesh had formed pushing
upwards from the cups of her once-snug, now barely-adequate bra.
"Tommy,", she cried, "I'm growing again!!" Her bra lifted itself
about a half an inch as her expanding chest pushed it away from
her rib cage. Tommy looked over. Blair didn't look any dif-
ferent to him. Then he saw the fabric of her blouse billow out
slightly, and a gap opened between the second and third buttons.
By the time they got to the toll booth on the Sawgrass, Blair was
visibly larger. There was a considerable amount of cleavage
peeping out through the top of her blouse. Blair folded her hands
over her growing tits and pressed inwards, pressing them against
her chest, but she felt a constant and growing pressure pushing
them in the opposite direction.
They reached the bend where the Sawgrass turned south towards
Sunrise, and there were gaps now between all of Blair's buttons,
and her bra was visible as a thick band across her swelling
boobs. Blair looked down and smiled. "Hey, Tommy! Looks like
I'm gonna be huge. Can ya handle that?" Tommy smiled broadly.
Realizing that her bra, so recently an object of the wonder and
admiration of some of the most well-endowed young women in South
Florida, was soon to be more of an object of torture than a means
of support, Blair turned to Tommy and asked him to undo the
clasps in the back, and to loosen the straps. Tommy had to pull
over to fulfill her request. The operation took about five
minutes, and by the time they got back on the road, Blair's
breasts had swollen to about twice their former size. Her navel
was exposed from her blouse having crept up out her skirt by the
growth of her great mams.
The first button gave way as they crossed I-595 into Weston.
"OOOO-weeee", shouted Blair as she grabbed the sides of her ex-
panding boobs, "Just call me bodacious Blair now."
"Grow, Blair baby, Grow!", shouted Tommy, as Blair popped her
second button at the Sheridan Road exit. Placing her hands over
the tops of her rapidly balooning knockers, Blair could feel
them expanding, swelling, and growing bigger. Already, they
looked like twin basketballs under her blouse, and her nipples
about the size of her thumbs, were plainly outlined through the
thin fabric of her blouse.
"I've only got two buttons left, Tommy,", Blair said excitedly,
"I don't think this blouse'll make it to the county line. How
big do you think I am, Tommy?" Blair thrust her monumental bosom
forward as far as she could, putting enormous strain on her
remaining two buttons and the overstretched fabric of the blouse.
"36Q?, 36U?, 36ZZZ? Who knows? God, I'm getting so big!!"
Tommy slipped a free hand through the widening gap in the front
of her blouse. He stroked and explored her still-swelling boobs.
He tugged at the front of her blouse, and the two remaining but-
tons gave way, allowing her now- enormous breasts to tumble out
into the open air, brushing against the glove compart- ment.
Blair grabbed them with both hands, and wasn't able to get her
arms completely around their incredible girth.
When they crossed the county line, Blair realized she was in
danger of being wedged between the seat and the dash by her grow-
ing, swelling breasts, so she stood up. Her incredible tits
covered half the windshield, and continued to grow until they
reached her waist. By the time they got to the junction of the
Palmetto, Blair had stopped growing, but her gigantic breasts
covered her entire upper body, protruding out nearly three feet
from her rib cage.
The Palmetto Expressway is difficult driving under the best of
circumstances. A beautiful young girl displaying her enormous
breasts as a hood ornament on a Cadillac Allante snarled it
beyond hope. As they passed south along the Palmetto, Blair be-
gan waving and blowing kisses, like visiting royalty.
It was obvious that the radical expansion of Blair's breasts had
forced a change in their plans, and Tommy swung by Blair's apart-
ment. When they arrived, Tommy helped his newly augmented friend
peel her breasts off the windshield, and get out of the car.
Much to her surprise, Blair found she could still walk, and carry
herself erect, although her gait had gone from spritely to state-
ly, as she had to time her steps to the swaying of her now-
immense breasts. She passed through the gate, much to the dismay
of the collected audience of curious, bored, and horny which had
gathered at her arrival.
Inside the apartment, Blair kept knocking lamps, chairs, and
tables over, as she learned to compensate for the fact that she
now projected quite a bit further out into her environment than
before. Passing into her mother's bedroom, she discovered her
mother and her grandmother face down on the bed.
Calling Tommy in to help her, she turned them over, and found
that they had been brutally beaten about the head and body. Nei-
ther her mother nor her grandmother were unconscious, but they
showed no signs of recognizing Blair, or, more importantly, did
they show any surprise or alarm at the size of the breasts hover-
ing only inches from their faces as Blair and Tommy arrainged
them on the bed.
Blair looked around the room. There were no signs of anything
out of place, yet she entertained no doubt that she and Tommy had
interrupted a robbery or something even worse.
Seeing her mother and grandmother in such distress caused some-
thing to occur deep in Blair's phenomenally large tits. It felt
to her as if a faucet had opened, and they began to feel full,
although they didn't get any bigger. Soon, her nipples, four or
five inches long and about an inch thick, became erect and began
to drip, drip, drip with milk.
Like a blind newborn kitten guided by smell, Blair's mother root-
ed about at her daughter's vast breast, found the engorged nip-
ple, took it into her mouth, and began suckling. Immediately,
Blair felt her milk release, and she saw her mother smile as
drops of white milk leaked out from around the seal of her mouth.
She had Tommy place her grandmother on the other breast, and
nursed them both until they all three fell into a deep contented
sleep. When Blair awoke, it was night, and Tommy had gone.
Blair's mother was snoring, and her grandmother was nuzzling her
huge right teat. She had forgotten how big she had become, and
she almost fell over as she tried to weave her way into the bath-
room. Then she heard the apartment door open.
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It was about six o' clock before the show really got going at
Hurricane Tony's, but Sherrie and Amanda had already had time to
get a little loose. Sherrie wore a green halter top and a pair
of Levi's cuttoffs. Her shapely legs and pert ass amply compen-
sated for her lack in the pectoral region, but Amanda needed no
compensation.
She was braless, as was Sherrie, but whereas with Sherrie it made
little difference, Amanda was jiggling like a bowl of Jell-o on a
table in a storm-tossed boat. SHe was wearing a hot red cotton
blouse with a scoop neck, revealing the top third of her impres-
sive bosom, a pair of skin-tight Guess jeans, and a pair of
five-inch white pumps. The impression she exuded was one of a
buzz-saw sexuality.
Needless to say, they both were served on the strength of
Amanda's impressive tits. The bartender/bouncer, realizing that
they were underage, put them in an obscure corner in the back,
but not so far back so as to hide Amanda's assets. Hell, she'd
bring in more tonight than the fine would be. So they drank.
The amateur strip-show got underway about six. The first few
contestants were generally lackluster, obviously sorority girls
on a dare. They threw off as much sexual energy as a luncheon
with your maiden aunt, and left the stage somewhat sullenly, to
the accompaniment of a little scattered applause.
Then came a couple of guys. The best was an electrician with
washboard abs, who stripped down to his tool belt. He got the
girls going, and even a few of the majority of males began to ap-
preciate his audacity, and began to clap him on. His performance
ended when a short redheaded girl with a fat ass chased him off
stage.
The next few girls were really quite good, bumping and grinding
with real desire. They got the mostly-guy crowd worked up to the
point where they even applauded the next male stripper, a body-
builder who ended his routine with an olive-oil-lubricated pose-
down.
After him came a black girl with a very generous ass, who kept
poking it in her audience's face. By this time, Amanda and Sher-
rie had consumed quite a lot of beer, and AManda didn't notice
the tingling in her breasts over the general glow. However, she
did notice that the top she was wearing seemed to keep wanting to
work its way out of her skirt. She kept tucking it back in, but
each time she did so, it seemed there was less shirt-tail avail-
able to anchor the top under her belt.
At this time, a particularly talentless contestant was making the
crowd quite restless, Some of the patrons sitting around Sherrie
and Amanda had taken notice of Amanda's spectacular curves, and
began to chant in chorus, "Red shirt! Red shirt!" Before long,
the whole bar was resounding with the call, "Red shirt! Red
shirt! Red shirt!"
"Amanda, I think they want you up on the stage.", whispered Sher-
rie conspiratorily. "Why don't you go on and give 'em a
thrill?"
Amanda staggered to her feet, and when she did so, the light from
the stage fell on her. When the crowd saw her working her way up
to the stage, they began to chant, "Tits!, Tits!, Tits!"
When Amanda climbed onstage, she saw that her breasts had grown
to the point where the top had pulled completely away from her
skirt, and was now exposing her navel. The music started and
Amanda began to dance slowly. The crowd howled with delight.
Amanda felt a surge of raw power as she realized that the crowd
was entirely in her control. She caused ripples through the
crowd by moving from one side to the other, as people shifted to
keep their view.
"Ohmigod!", shouted a man in the front, "Her tits are growing!
How does she do that?" Indeed, Amanda's already large breasts
had increased about thirty per cent in volume, practically two
cup sizes, since she had left the house. The front of her top
was billowing outward, and her nipples becoming more and more
prominent.
"Tits! Tits! Tits! Tits!", the crowd began to shout, as
Amanda's top swelled ever out and up, until it was only a halter
top, and the bottoms of her expanding breasts became visible
from beneath. By now, Amanda's tits had swolllen to the size of
twin basketballs, and her top was increasingly stretched as her
great mams continued to billow outward. The crowd, which had be-
come quiet in total surprise, began to shout, "Bust out! Bust
out! Bust out!"
Amanda's top began to rip under the arms from the increasing
strain of containing her bloated boobs, until finally, her tits
exploded through the top and into the light. Her breasts were
now the size of fully-inflated beach balls, and her areolae were
the size of cereal bowls. Amanda swung her now-giant tits from
side to side, noting with pride the wide arc her nipples drew
through the early evening air.
Unable to contain themselves further, the crowd began to applaud
loudly, and then to throw money. Amanda smiled and thanked them,
and tried to bend over to pick up the money, but her huge boobs
hit the floor when she bent over. The crowd then tried to rush
the stage, but fortunately, the bouncers had anticipated this
response, and held them back, albeit with great difficulty.
The manager sent the now-enlarged Amanda and a very aroused Sher-
rie back to the house in his own car. The girls had to sit in
back, because Amanda couldn't squeeze her oversized chest into
the front seat. She sat sideways in the back with sherrie rec-
lining back between her huge tits, resting her arms on the soft
fleshy pillows of Amanda's great breasts.
"Good Lord,", exclaimed Sherrie, "you sure got ** big **. If I
wasn't so hot, I'd be jealous as hell." Amanda smiled proudly.
The driver dropped them off in the back, and they found the beach
house still deserted. Amanda and Sherrie ran upstairs into one
of the bedrooms, and Sherrie spent the next couple of hours in-
specting Amanda's new acquisitions until the two of them fell
asleep, Sherrie with her arms wrapped around her friend's huge
left tit.
Amanda woke up with a sense of increasing pressure in her enor-
mous boobs. Also, the bed felt wet where her breasts had been
resting on either side of her body. she got up off the bed, and
heard a drip, drip, drip as if drops of water were hitting the
floor. She heard two girls' voices downstairs, and, seeing that
Sherrie wasn't in bed next to her, went in search of her.
Stepping out into the hall, she heard Sherrie's voice relating
the night's happenings. Every once in a while, another voice ex-
pressed her disbelief. As Amanda descended the staircase, she
saw Sherrie and Marsha huddled together on the sofa. She also
saw the cause of the now-unpleasant felling of pressure in her
mammoth tits. She was full of milk, and it was leaking onto the
floor.
Marsha's mouth dropped in astonishment as she saw the mega-titted
girl moving slowly towards them. "There! Didn't I tell you?",
gloated Sherrie.
"Please!", pleaded Amanda, sitting at the foot of the stairs,
"Suck my giant tits. They're so full of milk, I think they're
going to burst." Sherrie lept to her feet, pulled one plump
four-inch-long nipple into her mouth, and began sucking vigorous-
ly. Amanda felt relief as her milk surged out of her vast tit
into Sherrie's greedy mouth. Incited by Sherrie's example, Mar-
sha began sucking Amanda's other tit.
Amanda shuddered with relief as her friends drained her giant
breasts of the bothersome milk. They drank and drank, rested,
and drank some more. Then they retired to the bedroom, where
Amanda's amazingly productive mammaries produced even more milk,
to their delight. Hours later, full and warm, the Sherrie and
Marsha fell asleep like contented little kittens.
************
Blair moved carefully out into the living room, leaving her moth-
er and grandmother in bed dreaming their contented milk-dreams.
The lights were ablaze, and to her surprise, there were two beau-
tiful blonde women, with breasts not much smaller than hers,
standing in the middle of the room. The shorter one was carrying
a bundle of clothes, including a perfectly cavernous bra that
looked like it could be used as a catapult for watermelons.
"Hello, Blair,", said the taller woman, "You've turned into a
pretty special girl, haven't you?"
Blair rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Who are you?"
"Friends, but more importantly, equals.", replied the shorter
woman. "here,", she continued, "put these on. You'll find they
fit pretty well."
Blair bent over to put her massive breasts into the huge bra.
Each cup could carry a week's groceries, she thought with not a
little pride. Then, she put on the light summer blouse, which
would have completely engulfed a lesser woman, but which was very
becoming on Blair.
"Come with us.", commanded the tall woman. There wasn't the hint
of the possibilty of disobedience in her voice. The three of
them went out of the apartment, and into the night.
*************
Amanda woke up to see the old waning moon rising over the ocean.
It was about three am, and Amanda stared out over the beach. She
saw a woman's form appear walking towards her. With a shock al-
most electric in its intensity, Amanda saw that the woman on the
beach had breasts almost as large as her own, and had stopped op-
posite the window, and was looking in her direction.
Thinking it was Blair, Amanda stole out the front door out onto
the beach. As she approached the woman, she saw that it wasn't
Blair, but a taller, slender woman with dark, maybe dark red
hair, and freckles.
"Hello, Amanda honey", the woman greeted her.
"Who are you?", asked Amanda suspiciously.
"You can call me Julie.", she replied. "I'm a friend, and as you
can tell, someone who has had an experience like your own. Your
sister has been kidnapped by a dangerous, ruthless woman, and I
need your help. Will you come with me?"
Amanda felt she should refuse, but found herself nodding her
head. "Good!", the woman said. "Come with me. I have a car
waiting, and I have some clothes specially made for special girls
like ourselves."
She put her arm around Amanda's naked shoulder, and guided her
off the beach to the waiting car.
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