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Dr. Hooters #28: The Boom- Boom Triplets
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Dr. Hooters Part XVIII
The Boom-Boom Triplets
Rising from the bed, Missy obeyed instantly. Sherrie's huge
right breast was just about level with her throat, and she only
had to lift it a bit to get the fat, pulsating nipple into her
mouth. She was surprised at the girth and weight of Sherrie's
new breast, and how it took both her hands to lift it. Also, she
got a good soaking before she was able to clamp down around the
gushing nipple and start to swallow. Sherrie's milk was sweet
and rich-tasting, almost like liquid butter or a butterscotch
malted, and there seemed to be an endless supply. Missy encir-
cled her friend's breast with her arms, and began to nurse con-
tentedly.
Veronica wasn't far behind. She was soaked to the skin already
with Sherrie's sweet milk, and she followed the jet upstream un-
til she found the source. Soon, she was mewling and suckling as
contentedly as Missy.
Sherrie embraced them both around the sides of her mammoth
breasts. "I've got so much now, Ronnie, Missy!", she began coo-
ing, "I've got more than you'll ever drink. Isn't it good?
Isn't it sweet? Look what it did to me! It'll do the same for
beautiful little Ronnie and sweet Missy! It'll make you both so
big and strong, just like me!"
Whimpering slightly, Veronica reached under Sherrie's vast left
breast and began searching about Sherrie's crotch for her newly-
grown clit-stalk. Sherrie obliged her by pushing it out of its
sheath and around Veronica's tight, muscular thigh.
Trembling herself, Sherrie found that her clit-stalk was flexible
enough to pull Veronica's panties away from her pubes. Now she
had full access, and Sherrie patted and petted the outer regions
of Veronica's vaginal areas. This is like nothing I've ever felt
before, she thought. Its not like touch, nor quite like smell.
Its a different sense altogether.
Then she made penetration. Instantly both girls moaned as Sher-
rie's nervous system was laid bare to Veronica, and the black
girl's to Sherrie. My God!, thought Sherrie, as wave after wave
of Veronica's memories, thoughts, desires, and dreams poured into
her. I can bring her to instant orgasm now.
She did, and Veronica writhed on Sherrie's huge breast. Sherrie
jolted her again, awestruck at her new power. Veronica broke in-
to tears, and gushed her intimate juices all over Sherrie's
stalk. She stared up at Sherrie with her huge brown doe eyes.
"You want more, Ronnie love?", Sherrie asked. Veronica nodded
gently, then ground her face into Sherrie's huge boob as Sherrie
found the orgasm center in her brain, and struck again and again.
Missy wasn't idle while all of this was happening. Seeing Veron-
ica's delighted expression, hearing her moans, and guessing the
cause, Missy had zipped Veronica's jeans open, and pulled Sher-
rie's love-stalk towards her own hungry crotch.
"Oh, little Missy wants some of Sherrie's special medicine,
too", Sherrie giggled. Missy nodded, and guided Sherrie's stalk
into her blonde bush. Once again, as soon as penetration was
made, Missy's body was hers to do as she pleased. She recoiled
at what she found.
"Missy!", she exclaimed, "You **are** a virgin!"
Unconsciously, though, she hit Missy's orgasm center with a shock
wave of sexual electricity. Missy shook like a leaf in a storm.
"See what you've been missing, dear?", Sherrie exhorted as she
hit Missy a second time. Missy almost lost her grip on Sherrie's
right breast. "Pwease!", she begged, her mouth distorted by the
bulk of Sherrie's nipple, "More! Again!"
Hitting her full force, Sherrie gasped as she watched Missy lose
consciousness, slip off her breast and slump to the floor. Still
gushing furiously, Sherrie's right tit bathed the unconscious
figure with milk. Working Veronica free from her other tit, and,
kneeling gently, Sherrie's mammoth tits hit the floor with an au-
dible thump. With effort, Sherrie was able to bundle the sense-
less Missy into Veronica's bed. Then she waved her dripping nip-
ple in Missy's face, and Sherrie was gratified to find that she
was able to clamp on again, and continue nursing. She waved her
other nipple at Veronica, who immediately re-attached herself as
well.
Sherrie folded her stalk back into its sheath. "No more of this
for either of you until I learn a little more about it! Concen-
trate on the milk!"
Veronica and Missy nursed for an hour or more, until something
deep inside Sherrie told her they had had enough. With a bit of
difficulty, she cut off the milk, until the stream became a
trickle, and the trickle a few drops.
Gingerly hefting one vast breast, Sherrie was pleased to find
she still had a copious amount of milk left. It was true.
Veronica and Missy hadn't been able to drain her abundance, and
both were sleeping peacefully now. Sherrie knew with experience
that, left to themselves, they would drift in and out of a
drowsy, milky, sleep for the next few hours. By that time it
would be too late, and she would have to wait several weeks for
her friends to join her in her augmented state. No, she would
have to work quickly, while the powerful hormones of her breast
milk were busy re-arranging their body chemistry.
Standing to her feet, she stretched regally. She had grown at
least a foot in the last couple of hours,and her breasts, quite
simply, were now enormous; great protruding cones of flesh start-
ing at her throat and sloping outward like a mighty balcony, tum-
bling practically to her waist. They swayed imperiously as she
walked, almost throwing her off balance. I'll have to learn to
walk all over again, she thought, but hell, I can get used to
this real quick!
She dug around Veronica's bed until she found the half empty bag
of reefer and the rolling papers. Resting her forearms on the
shelf of her titanic tits, she rolled four fat joints. She
walked over to the bed where Missy was slumbering peacefully and
sat down beside her. Lighting one of the joints with the tip of
her forefinger, she placed the burning end in her mouth. Inclin-
ing over Missy's face, she stuck the other end in Missy's mouth,
held her nose with her free hand, and blew the smoke into Missy's
lungs forcefully. She repeated this performance several times,
and saw that Missy's bounty was starting to flow out over her
sister's bustier, and that Missy's ankles were sticking out of
her blue jeans.
Sherrie blew another shot into Missy's lungs, and heard a muffled
v-v-v-r-r-ru-m-m-p! as Veronica's jeans began to rip at the
seams. Another shot, and Missy's breasts were hanging out the
fronts and sides of the bustier, with her pink nipples plainly
visible over the top. The seams under the armpits began to fray
and give way as Missy's expanding trunk pressed against trunk.
Good, thought Sherrie, its working! She blew another shot down
Missy's bronchial tubes, and was rewarded by the agonized sound
of ripping denim. Missy's breasts exploded out of the front of
the bustier, and the cups were folded underneath as her burgeon-
ing mammaries grew and swelled, getting bigger and bigger. Missy
was too large for the bed now, and her legs were sticking over
the sides from the shins down.
Sherrie had to move around to the head of the bed, as her own gi-
gantic tits and Missy's growing abundance prohibited her from be-
ing able to make mouth to mouth contact with the butt-end of the
joint. She lit another and continued her ministrations. Anoth-
er blast of reefer-smoke, and f-f-f-r-r-i-p!, Missy shredded what
was left of Veronica's blue jeans. The waistband exploded, and
Sherrie had to tug the tattered remnants away.
Missy's boobs kept growing until she was in grave danger of being
smothered by them. With difficulty, Sherry had to push them away
from her mouth as she administered the marijuana. Sherrie's own
huge knockers formed a formidable wall of flesh on either side of
Missy's head, so that the chance of suffocation by tit-flesh was
very real.
Blowing the last blast of pot-smoke into Missy's lungs, Sherrie
turned her attention to Veronica. She lit the third joint and
began to force the smoke down Veronica's trachea. For the
longest time, Sherrie could detect no response, then she saw that
there was a billowing under Veronica's loose shirt. Since she
was smaller than Missy, she had to grow that much more for it to
be noticeable, but before long, ample new masses of chocolate-
colored tit flesh flowed out from under Veronica's shirt, filling
a widening gap between the buttons.
Veronica's spandex mini-skirt just stretched as she grew, so
Sherrie wasn't able to hear her progress as she could with Missy,
but it wasn't long until Veronica 's head and legs were lopping
over both ends of the bed. Sherrie blew another blast of pot
smoke down into Veronica's lungs and was rewarded by the sudden
pop! of a button as the pressure from Ronnie's swelling boobs
shot it off her shirt and into the wall.
Jiggling wildly, Veronica's breasts grew furiously as Sherrie
continued to blow the pot-smoke down into her lungs. Stretching
out on either side, they pushed her blankets and sheets aside as
they grew. Semi-conscious, Veronica reached her slender arms up
and began massaging her generous, growing breasts. "Ah, ah!",
she whispered. "I got big tits too now, Justin! Look! They're
bigger 'n Margie's, aren't they? What do you think of my big
breasts now, Justin?" By this time Sherrie had finished the
third joint and had started on the fourth. She had to reposi-
tion her friend's breasts on either side of her so as to continue
to breath the pot-smoke down her gullet.
So that's it, Sherrie thought. Justin was a breast man, it
seemed. Too bad he couldn't have been a little more patient.
Veronica cradled her big new boobs in her forearms and began
rocking back and forth in the bunk, murmuring "big tits, big
tits" to herself. Sherrie pinned her head between her own behe-
moth boobs, and blew the last few blasts into Veronica's lungs,
then settled down on the floor next to her, waiting for her
friends to return to full consciousness.
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