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Dr. Hooters #22: Milk for Medicine
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DR. HOOTERS - Part XXII
Milk For Medicine
Blair woke up from her reverie with a start. Brenda had disap-
peared, but Blair was able to locate her by the cries of joy emi-
nating from an open window above the pool. The sun was beginning
to descend behind the tall retaining wall Jill had built around
the pool. Picking up her things, she walked back into the house.
Meeting the cook, Blair asked her if Jill had any palns for them
all for dinner that night. The cook shook her grey-haired head.
"No ma'am", she said. Blair asked that dinner be sent to her
room, and the cook told her that Jill wanted Blair and Brenda to
stick around that night. They were going to have some guests
over after Sasha's dinner date, about nine-thirty.
Odd, Blair thought. Jill never invites anyone to the house. I
wonder what's up.
Blair spent the time between supper and nine-thirty playing ping-
pong with Alfonso the driver in the recreation room, and working
out in Jill's lavish gym. She loaded the weight bar with seven
hundred and fifty pounds, and snapped it effortlessly over her
head.
Strength was another gift that Brenda's milk had bestowed upon
her. Jill had a well-outfitted gym, but in her first workout,
Blair had yanked the pulleys off the wall, and squeezed the Nau-
tilus machines into bent rubbish.
After that, Jill insisted she stick to free weights, and she and
Brenda often marvelled at the sight of the young Blair squatting,
leg muscles bulging, enormous breasts thrust aggressively out,
with nearly two tons of metal resting on her shoulders.
By the time she had over forty-seven hundred pounds on her spe-
cially-reinforced bar, Blair was able to give herself a good
workout, and had worked up a fierce appetite. The workouts
seemed to have an immediate effect on her milk-altered muscula-
ture. Although she never did gain any bulk, she just kept geting
stronger and stronger, on a daily basis.
Dinner was waiting in her room when she had finished her shower.
By the time she was finished it was almost nine-thirty. Changing
into a green sweatsuit and her jeans, Blair descended the stairs
into the living room. Brenda was waiting as well. Nine-thirty
moved to ten o'clock and still no Jill.
Eleven o' clock came and went. Yawning, Brenda elected to go up
to bed. Alone, for a change. Blair opened a book and stretched
out on the sofa to read. Propping the book against her breasts,
she began to nod off herself. The doorbell brought her back
quickly with a start. The clock in the hallway was just chiming
twelve. Blair walked to the videocam that was connected to the
front gate and switched it on. She saw a tall, well-built, girl
with short dark hair.
"Mary Lou!", Blair shouted through the speaker. "How did you...?
I mean...? Hey, come in!" She hit the button that opened the
gate into the courtyard, and watched on the security cams as Mary
Lou walked up to the door.
The sky was lowering, and it looked as though a thunderstorm was
brewing as Blair opened the front door and pulled Mary Lou in-
side. Mary Lou embraced her, then stood back to get a full view
of the fully-grown Blair.
"Boy, Blair", she announced happily. "When you decide to grow
some tits, you don't go in for half measures, do you? I don't
think Marina could fit you now!"
Sending the butler off for some coffee and cake, Blair seated
Mary Lou in the parlour. "But **how** did you get here, Mary
Lou?", she asked.
Mary Lou began her story. She had come back to the beach house
early in the morning, the day after Blair and Amanda had van-
ished. She woke Sherry and Marsha up, and the three of them
looked all over the beach for them. Later, her brother Marty and
his friend Eric showed up, and helped them search, but still,
there was no sign of the vanished girls. Finally, she had called
Blair and Amanda's mother, to see if they had gone back home on
the train.
"We were frightened", Mary Lou said. "No one answered at your
house. It was as if your whole family had dropped off the face
of the earth. Papi wanted to call the police, but we talked him
out of it."
"Finally, Sherry and Marsha broke down and told us about their
last night in the cottage with Amanda. Sherry told us about
Amanda's little performance at Hurricane Tony's, and how big her
breasts got. Then with a little coaxing, she and Marsha con-
fessed to, well, that they nursed off of Amanda that night."
" 'I swear, Mary Lou', Sherry told me, 'it was like I **had** to,
like there was some unseen force pulling me towards them.' Mar-
sha agreed with her. Anyway, whatever they drank relaxed them so
much that they were fast asleep by the time I got there, and
Amanda was gone, completely gone."
"Marty, Sherry and I drove back to Miami then, and found your
apartment. No one was there, but everyone in the area was
buzzing about what had happened; the apartment broken into, you
showing up with your tits all swollen out, then you disappear,
and your mother disappears, and your grandmother's vanished,
too!"
"We asked around a bit, and found out that your mother worked at
the club on Apopka Road. I went down there yesterday, like I was
going to apply for a job. I met Brenda, and when I saw her, I
immediately thought of you and Amanda."
"I mean, I used to have the biggest pair of anyone I knew. They
**are** pretty big, you know. Suddenly, my brother shows up with
two little girls from grade school, that's right Blair, I said
grade school, that make me look flat-chested."
"When Brenda wasn't looking, I rummaged around in her desk. I
found this address. I came here. I found you."
Astounded by the amount of effort Mary Lou had put into the task
of finding her, Blair embraced her around the neck. "Well, you
found me, Mary Lou", she said. "have you had any luck finding
Amanda, or my mom? We're looking for them, too?"
"Who's we?", asked Mary Lou.
"Me, and Jill, and Brenda", responded Blair. "You've gotta meet
Jill. She can change herself around to look like anyone she
wants!!" Suddenly aware that she was giving away confidences,
she blushed down into her cavernous cleavage. "I hope I can
trust you, Mary Lou", she added.
Mary Lou hugged her back. "Oye chica", she said, "I felt like I
could trust you the first time I saw your big titties shivering
in the air-conditioning at Marsha's quince. Something's going
on, Blair, something big. Something even bigger than a ten year-
old girl growing tits as big as a bean-bag chair. I wanna find
out what it is."
"I can't give you permission to stay, Mary Lou", Blair pleaded.
"I'm a guest here myself. I let you in, and I don't think Jill
will mind if you wait around to ask her."
Relaxing on Jill's overstuffed sofa, Mary Lou made herself at
home. Blair was glad, in a way, to have someone around from be-
fore. She didn't get out much at Jill's. Every time she did,
she caused a minor disturbance, so she had learned to stick
around the house quite a bit, and let Jill's hired staff run the
errands.
Chattering on and on, Mary Lou talked about her sister Sherrie,
who had left for North Carolina earlier that week, about her
brother Marty, who was still madly searching for Amanda, about
Eric, who was still in town, and still asking about Blair. She
talked about their friends at the cottage; Lucie, Amy, Suzie,
Janet, and Lisa, and before long, Blair and Mary Lou were laugh-
ing and chatting like old friends.
Just before three o' clock that morning, Blair and Mary Lou heard
the front gate open and a car door slam. "Jill's home", Blair
declared excitedly, running to the front door.
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Opening the door, Blair choked back a scream as she saw Jill
sprawled across the pavement of the driveway. She had collapsed
between the car and the front door, her hair tangled and muddy.
Jill was bleeding from her mouth, and from several large cuts on
her face and breasts. Since Jill was naked to the waist, Blair
saw that her magnificent breasts were deeply bruised, as if some-
thing had crushed them.
Blair picked Jill carefully up off the ground, carrying her
pick-a-back into the house. Mary Lou opened the doors fro them
as Blair hauled Jill off to bed. Once she had installed Jill in
her own bed, Blair sent for a basin of warm water and began
bathing her wounds.
Sitting in the chair opposite Blair, Mary Lou watched as her
friend washed and rinsed the older woman's deep cuts, and rubbed
the great purple bruises on Jill's vast breasts.
"It looks like she's been in a fight, Mary Lou", said Blair.
Still astounded by the average breast size of the women in this
household, Mary Lou shook her head. "Look at the size of her! I
mean, not just her tits, but all of her. She looks like she
could kick the ass off an elephant. Who'd get in a fight with
her?"
Entranced, Mary Lou watched as two little dark circles began to
form on Blair's green shirt, right at the nipples. The circles
grew until they were the size of dinner plates, and drops of some
white fluid began dripping from them onto the floor.
Before long, the whole front of Blair's shirt was soaking wet
with her milk. Mary Lou couldn't take her eyes off of it. There
looked like there was a limitless supply, and she began to think
about lifting Blair's shirt, seeking out her swollen, engorged
nipple, and taking that milk into her. She tried to force the
thoughts away.
As if in a dream, Blair lifted her sopping shirt and exposed her
mammoth breasts. Sure enough, at the tips of her Coke-can-sized
nipples, the milk was bleeding out steadily, flowing freely now
down over the bottoms of Blair's breasts and soaking Jill's blan-
kets and sheets.
Positioning herself on the bed, Blair pulled Jill onto her lap,
pulled her head to her leaking left nipple, and gave suck. Jill
clamped down on Blair's nipple and began sucking prodigiously,
causing the milk to flow even more copiously from Blair's other
breast.
Lifting her other breast towards Mary Lou, Blair invited her to
partake.
"Don't fight it, Mary Lou", she whispered. "You have to, you
know"
Mary Lou snuggled into the bed at Jill's side. Closing her eyes,
she felt Blair's huge nipple leaking milk down her cheek. She
opened her mouth wide, and almost choked as Blair's nipple, much
larger than any man's cock she had ever recieved, invaded her
mouth and forced its way down her throat.
Somehow, she began to suck, and immediately felt the warm milk
gush out of Blair's mighty fountain down the gullet of her
throat. The force was so great she didn't have to swallow, and
Blair's nipple was so far back in her throat she didn't taste
anything. She just felt her stomach fill with the warm, comfort-
ing milk.
Blair's huge tit overshadowed her like a small hill. As Mary Lou
looked up, she could just barely see her friend smiling down on
her from a long ways off, over the curve of her immense breast.
Mary Lou kept suckling, and Blair's milk kept gushing down her
throat in great gushes.
"That's it, Mary Lou", Blair cooed. "Drink from me. Drink from
little Blair." She ran her hands through Mary Lou's close-
cropped page boy. "Blair has so much milk, Jill can't drink it
all. There's lots left over for pretty Mary Lou to make her big
and strong too."
The sensations caused by Mary Lou's and Jill's frenzied nursing
were pleasurable in the extreme for Blair. Her breasts felt like
they had become giant pumps, filling and emptying in a smooth,
predictable rhythm. Each cycle sent a rush of pleasure through
her body, and she felt herself getting wet in the crotch. She
wanted to reach under the sheets and rub herself, but she was un-
able to because of the hulking mass of her own tits and Jill's.
Then Mary Lou snuck her arm under the sheets, as if it was guided
by Blair's own thought, unbuttoned Blair's jeans, and began mas-
saging Blair's thatch. For Blair, it was an unparalleled experi-
ence. She found she could move Mary Lou's arm and hand as if it
was her own. She guided Mary Lou's fingers into her snatch, in-
serting first one, then two, then three fingers. Each time her
breasts filled, she thrust Mary Lou's fingers deep into her
pussy, pulling them out slowly as her breasts emptied into Jill's
and Mary Lou's mouths.
Before long, Blair was throbbing with the pressure of her own
rising desires. She began raising and lowering her pelvis in re-
sponse to her use of Mary Lou's borrowed fingers. As her orgasm
began to build, she began to buck faster and faster, thrusting
herself down on Mary Lou's fingers. She guided Mary Lou's fin-
gers to her engorged clit and began stroking it gently. Her
breasts began to spasm with delight, and she saw Mary Lou's stom-
ach begin to swell and distend from the sheer quantity of milk
pouring into her.
But Blair had past the point of no return. She feathered Mary
Lou's fingers about the base of her clit, bringing herself to the
crest of a mighty orgasm. Her breasts surged with milk, pouring
multiplied gallons down the throats of her helpless recipients.
Blair couldn't see over the tops of Jill's titanic breasts, but
she could see that Mary Lou's stomach was seriously distended. It
had swollen out like a woman eight months pregnant, and still,
Blair's milk continued to gush forth in a mighty torrent.
Watching with alarm Mary Lou's rapidly expanding stomach, Blair
tried to wrestle her tits free from the other women's mouths, but
the harder she tried to pull away from them, the more firmly Jill
and Mary Lou attached themselves to her. My God, thought Blair,
I can't pry them off with a crowbar!
Her tits continued to pour milk into Jill and Mary Lou at an
alarming rate. Blair could see them expanding and contracting
now with her milk. Mary Lou's stomach was now so large that it
filled all her side of the bed. Her orgasm peaked, and she
gasped for air.
With an audible 'pop', her left breast worked its way free of
Jill's mouth, spraying Jill, the bed, and about half the room
with sweet, sticky Blair-milk. Mary Lou's stomach continued to
swell as milk gushed into her. Blair could hear the milk slosh-
ing around inside Mary Lou as she moved. Yanking on her mighty
right breast with both hands, Blair was able to pull it free from
Mary Lou's greedy mouth.
The results were predictable. Mary Lou, her half of the bed, and
her half of the room received a warm milk-shower from Blair's
right tit. Working her way free of Mary Lou and Jill, Blair
picked her way to the bathroom, leaned her great mams over the
side of the bathtub, and filled it slowly, as her mighty milk-
pumps slowed from a fountain, to a stream, to a trickle, to a
steady drip-drip-drip.
When she had finally dried up, Blair did what she could to clean
up. She moved Mary Lou to one bed, Jill to another. Then she
woke up the groundskeeper to clean up the room, and one of the
maids to change the sheets on the bed, where she soon fell into a
deep, untroubled sleep, just as the sky was beginning to lighten
in the east.
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