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Dr. Hooters #26: A Little Girl- Talk on a Slow Afte
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Dr Hooters Part XXVI
A Little Girl-Talk On A Slow Afternoon
"What's it like having big tits, Missy", asked Veronica.
Missy thought a moment. "Mostly good, Ronnie, I guess. I mean,
its never any problem for me to get guys interested in me. But
sometimes I think all they're interested in is my tits." She
paused. "Still, that's better than not having them interested in
you at all!"
"But what about you, Ronnie? You're so beautiful. If I were
you, I wouldn't want to change anything"
Yeah", added Sherrie, "Ronnie, if you could change one thing
about your appearance, what would you change?"
"That's easy, Sherry-berry", responded Veronica, "I'd like to
have bigger tits."
"Why? I think you have gorgeous tits", asked Sherry. Veronica
had breasts the size and shape of twin chocolate cupcakes, very
firm, that rode high on her rib cage. Sherry thought they were
very sexy, with their turned-up nipples and dark areolae.
"I know I should be thankful for what I've got. I'm a classic
34B, and that makes me 36-23-35, just like Naomi Campbell or Elle
Macpherson", Veronica stated calmly.
"Except you're more beautiful than either of those two, Ronnie",
Missy blurted out, "and someday, people are gonna find that out!"
"Still", Veronica continued, "I have this recurring dream. I'm
with a boy. Sometimes its Justin, and sometimes its someone
else, like Will Smith. Its always a very handsome boy. He's
kissing my breasts, and they start to grow. He can feel them
grow in his hands, and he gets very excited."
"Soon, they're very big, and they overflow the palms of his
hands. He has very big hands, but my tits are bigger. They get
very full and heavy, and the nipples stick out like little black
thumbs. The boy puts his mouth around my nipples. Before, he
could get practically my whole breast in his mouth, but now, he
can only get the get the part right around the areola, because
I've gotten so big."
"I get bigger. I feel very powerful, queenly. My breasts now
hang to the bottom of my rib cage, and stand out about a foot
from my chest. The boy is licking them all over, and I'm slap-
ping him in the face with my new enlarged breasts. They make a
very satisfying thup-thup sound as they slap against his cheek.
The boy is very aroused because my breasts have gotten so big. I
see the bulge in his pants, and I reach down under my still-
growing breasts to unzip his pants and pull his cock out."
"He has a big, beautiful cock, with a long rigid shaft and a
dark, purple circumcised head. My breasts have grown so big that
they are almost touching the tip of his dick head. I brush my
nipples lightly against the tip of his cock. He groans with de-
light."
"I lie back on the bed, pulling the boy on top of me. My tits
are so big now, that they form two big mounds on my chest. Lying
down, they flop over my chest, and spill down the sides under my
arms. I grab the boy's cock with my hands, and gently maneuver
it between my swollen melon-sized black tits. He starts to pump
his hips, and I push my huge breasts together so that they en-
close his beautiful cock like an embrace. The tip of his dick
emerges from the top of my cleavage, where I kiss it."
"My tits keep growing until they just about overwhelm the poor
boy's cock. His eyes are wide with astonishment. He's never
seen tits as big as mine. Finally, he cums, and sprays me all
over my face, mouth and shoulders with his spunk. He's got a lot
of it, and since I'm so hot, he cums a long time, maybe three,
five minutes. He's so turned on by my huge tits that he's
writhing in the bed as he cums."
Veronica scowled. "Then I wake up, and I'm almost always so hot
I have to do myself to get back to sleep."
Missy howled. "That sounds like fun!", she hooted, pressing
her large breasts together in the bustier. "I bet **I** got
enough to do that."
The rum, the provocative clothing she was wearing, and the sexy
talk had turned Missy on. She had been tracing a slender finger
down the side of her left breast until it came to rest on the tip
of her nipple. She dug around under the bustier, re-arranging
her toilet paper, and noticed that her nipples were stiff and
hard under the fabric.
"I remember when I was eleven years old, in the fifth grade", she
reminisced. "All the other girls in my class were flat-chested,
but I was starting to grow. My mother bought me a training bra,
but I outgrew it quickly. She kept buying me bigger and bigger
bras, but I just kept getting bigger and bigger, outgrowing them
all."
"Guys started following me around. I was tall for my age, too,
so it wasn't easy to hide what I was carrying around on my chest.
There was one guy, especially, his name was Ralph. He lived down
the street and he went to high school."
"Ralph's mom and dad let him live in the pool house, on account
of they were having some trouble with him, and they wanted him
out of the house, but they still wanted to keep an eye on him. I
had to walk by his house every day on the way back from school,
and he would be out by the pool house."
" Sometimes he'd pretend to be working on his motorcycle. Other
times, he'd be dressed for swimming. I noticed he always seemed
to have a large bulge in his shorts, and I wondered what it was."
"One day he called over to me. 'Hey, Missy', he shouted. I was
real scared but I walked over. 'Have you ever wanted to go for a
ride on my bike?', he asked. I said no I'd never really thought
about it. 'Why don't you give it a try?' I said OK, and he
started the bike up."
"I climbed on back, and held on to the seat. He took a turn real
close, and I just about fell off. Ralph told me I'd need to hold
onto him, to put my arms around his waist. I did, and I noticed
that my breasts went into his back. He rubbed himself against
them, and seemed real happy."
"He brought me back and dropped me off. Then he asked me if I
wanted to go riding again some time, just to ask him. I said
'OK', and he smiled."
"One day, right before the end of school, I don't know what came
over me. I put this T-shirt on that went real low in the front,
and my tits were kinda hanging out the front. My mom and I had a
big fight about it, but I walked out the door with the T-shirt
on, and she never did anything about it. Then, I took my bra
off, and my tits just sort of jiggled around in the shirt. It
felt so cool and good, I don't think I thought a lot about what
it looked like."
"By this time, I was almost as big on top as I am now. My tit-
ties were swinging back and forth under the shirt, and I was kind
of having fun with them. Everyone was staring at them, even the
teachers. When I went past Ralph's house, he was with another
girl. He saw me, and he forgot all about her! Man, he came
running up to me, and just about pulled me into his pool house."
"The other girl bitched and moaned, but Ralph told her to go
home, he'd call her. The other girl called him a bastard and
left in a hurry. So there I was, eleven years old all alone
with a seventeen year old boy in his own place. I didn't know
whether to run or stay."
"Somehow, Ralph talked me into taking my shirt off. When he saw
my tits he got so excited, I thought he was going to cry. But he
didn't want to rape me, or even touch me."
"He just said, 'I want to see if you can suck on your own nip-
ples, Missy' I didn't know what he meant, so he put his hand un-
der my breast and lifted it to my mouth. I opened my mouth and
put my nipple in it. It felt really good, so I started sucking
it hard. Then I put the other one in, and sucked it, too."
"Ralph went crazy. 'Eleven years old, and she can suck her own
titties!', he yelled. 'I can't believe it!' He ran into the
bathroom, and I heard a sound like Ralph was slapping his thigh,
then the toilet flushed."
"I got scared, so I put my shirt on and left. The next time
Ralph saw me, he acted kind of ashamed, and he looked away from
me."
Sherry and Veronica howled. "He was ashamed he didn't fuck you,
Missy!", said Sherrie. "Chances like that come once in a life-
time, and he missed his, the poor bastard!"
"I always thought I'd have big tits", sighed Sherrie. "Both of
my sisters are very big. I remember when I was four or five, my
sister Carlita started developing. She was nine, and preparing
for her first communion. My dad bought her this beautiful expen-
sive gown for the first communion, and a week before the confir-
mation, she can't fit into it, on account of she's grown these
big tits."
"Now, Carlita's the religious one in the family, and her big tit-
ties are driving her crazy. She thinks she's not gonna be able
to receive the Holy Spirit 'cause her new titties'll be shaking
too hard. Sure enough, the day of the confirmation comes, and
all the little girls line up outside the church in their little
white gowns, and then there's Carlita- half a head taller, and
looking about five years older. Her breasts are swaying and
jiggling away under the gown. Mary Lou, my other sister, and I
are laughing because the cardinal is laying his hands on her, but
we can tell where they'd rather be. I guess he's a man, too, for
all that."
"Well, that's about the last anyone ever sees of Carlita's tits.
Right after the ceremony, she starts dressing in all these loose
tops and bulky sweaters, but underneath, she just keeps getting
bigger and bigger. It doesn't matter, though, 'cause she's gonna
be a nun, and carry those tits into a convent, where I guess
they'll just dry up and shrivel. Seems like kind of a waste to
me."
"Next, its Mary Lou's turn. Now, Carlita looks like my mom,
slender and pretty with red hair. Mary Lou and I take after Dad-
dark and a little on the stocky side. Mary Lou doesn't start as
early as Carlita, but she sure makes up for lost time. She grew
four cup sizes in the seventh grade, and I remember my father
hollering at the dinner table that he was sick of spending so
much money on underware for girls when all they were going to do
was outgrow it."
"Mary Lou, now, she's not as religious as Carlita, so she has a
little more fun with her big boobs. She never was much on having
a steady boyfriend. 'Why eat just one kind of food when you've
got a key to the store?', she always said. But when everything's
added up, she's not as wild as I am. She's a lot of fun. You'll
have to meet her."
"So - I grow up thinking its gonna be my turn next. But sixth
grade comes and goes, then seventh, then eighth, and -nothing!
Well, you can call this nothing if you like. I'm not flat-
chested, thank God, but to live in the same house with two dairy
queens like my sisters can give you a bit of a complex if you let
it."
"Fortunately, I have other ass-ets, so I'm never hurting for
three-legged bed warmers, if you know what I mean. Seems like
I'm the horny one in the family, though. I lost my cherry at
eleven to one of my brother's friends, and its been pretty much
go-go-go since then, until I came to this nunnery, that is."
"One day, I'm planning a 'quince' for my best friend Marsha
Sanchez. That's a big birthday party they throw for Cuban girls
when they turn fifteen. It supposed to mean you can shave your
legs now, and go out with boys, but mostly its to show off the
family money. My brother Marty comes bursting in telling me he's
seen some girl and wants her invited to the party. He says he's
seen her at school."
"'Who is she?', I ask, thinking maybe I've met her as well."
"'She doesn't go to our school, Sher', he replies, 'she goes to
the school behind us.'"
" 'The grade school? Palm Avenue?' The idiot nods his head."
"I gotta see this little slut, so I go around to the front of the
school, and sure enough, when school gets out, this absolutely
ravishing girl comes walking out - long brown hair, big brown
eyes, huge breasts. Another girl, just as beautiful, just as
stacked, comes running up to join her. She has curly red hair
and green eyes, and, of course, huge breasts. I ask around, and
find out their names. They're sisters - Amanda Quinteros is the
one my brother's in love with, and Blair Reilly is her sister -
half sister, though."
"I talk Marsha into inviting them to the party. They're just the
kind of girls you want at a party- quiet and shy and gorgeous
enough to lather up the boys to the point where they're worth
something in bed later. My brother loses it over Amanda, and an-
other dickhead friend of my brother's is losing it over Blair.
They get 'em cornered in the rec room, and I think they were get-
ting ready to fuck 'em when Mary Lou shows up and kidnaps them
out to the cottage for the week."
"My dickhead brother and his dickhead friend come babbling up
with some wild story about Amanda and her sister, how their
breasts grew. 'I was holding it in my hand, Sher', he babbled,
'and I swear to God! I saw it grow!' It took me a week or so to
get out to the cottage to check things out, but sure enough, my
brother wasn't lying."
I caught Amanda playing with herself in one of the bedrooms. She
had gotten very large, and was about three or four times as big
as she was when I first saw her. Her titties woulda filled a mop-
bucket easy. We went to a strip joint together, and she grew
right out of the front of her blouse. It was awesome! The crowd
almost rioted, and the manager sent us back to the cottage in his
own car. Amanda's tits were so big by this time that she
couldn't fit in the front seat."
"Later that night, she came downstairs when Marsha and I were
talking. Said she had milk in her big titties and needed it
sucked out. When I saw the milk standing at the tips of her nip-
ples, a compulsion came over me, and I had to suck it. It came
it great gushes out of Amanda's tits, and so much came out that I
thought I was going to choke. Marsha was sucking too, and be-
tween the both of us, I think we drank Amanda dry. It wasn't
easy. She must have had gallons."
"Anyway, we fell asleep, and when we woke up, Amanda was gone!
We looked everywhere for her, but her whole family had vanished -
her, her sister, her mother, her sister's boyfriend, and her
grandmother. But, it was time for me to come up here, so I never
learned any more about it."
"But ever since that night, I've been able to do this..."
The room grew suddenly dark as Sherrie blocked the light coming
in form the windows. Then, she began conjuring little dancing
points of light in the center of the room, red, blue and yellow.
As she added more, they began to swirl in kaleidoscopic patterns.
"Wow!", said Missy. "This is incredible!"
"Tell anyone outside this cabin, Dairy Queen, and you're dead
meat!", Sherrie warned. The swirl of lights, coalesced, and the
purple began to predominate. A green center began to form in the
pattern of lights, and the whole cloud took on a familiar shape.
"I love you, you love me...", the cloud began to sing.
Veronica convulsed with laughter. "Sherrie, make Ren and
Stimpy!"
The Barney-cloud dissolved, replaced by two smaller, more frenet-
ic clouds. "Happy, happy! Joy,joy!", they sang. Then they too
disappeared into the random swirl. Finally, two sardonic figures
appeared in front of Missy. "Hey, babe! Nice tits! Heh-heh-
heh-heh!"
Missy shrieked with delight. "Butthead, my heart!", she
screamed, reaching out to embrace him. But her arm passed harm-
lessly through the figure as through empty air. The illusions
blinked out.
"They're just points of light, Missy", remarked Sherrie. "Like a
projection on a movie screen."
"Sherrie! You're a witch!", exclaimed the totally-impressed Mis-
sy.
"Nah. I'm a Catholic", she replied.
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