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Dr. Hooters #29: Rich Girls on a Roll
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Dr Hooters Part XXIX
Rich Girls On A Roll
It didn't take long. Veronica returned to full consciousness
first. Turning slightly in the bed, one of her newly-enlarged
breasts slipped off the bed. The weight pulled the rest of
Veronica along behind, and she hit the floor, tits-first, with a
loud slap.
Fully awake now, Veronica surveyed the situation. Her immense
new cocoa-colored breasts splayed out on either side of her slen-
der frame like two bean-bag chairs tossed on the floor. "My God,
Sherrie!", she shouted, "Look at the size of my tits! You did
this to me, didn't you?" She moved her hands over the tops and
sides of her huge new boobs, caressing them lovingly. "I hope I
can stand up!"
Sherrie pulled herself up to her full height, almost scraping the
ceiling. Her own enormous cinnamon-colored breasts shook and
jiggled playfully. "You can do it, Ronnie!", she encouraged her
friend. "Look! I can do it!"
Pulling her knees up to right behind her behemoth bosom, Veronica
sat up. Although her breasts were now much, much heavier, to
Veronica's surprise, she lifted them easily up off the floor.
They hovered and jiggled just inches from the floor as Veronica
positioned herself to rise to her feet.
"Just do it, Ronnie!", Sherrie exhorted. "You're bigger, but
your back, shoulder, and abdomen muscles are much stronger than
before. Its really no problem carrying these babies around!"
Veronica stood up. "I can't believe it, Sherrie!", she gasped,
"Look how big we are!" She curved her arms around the mighty arc
of her newly-sprouted breast-flesh, grabbing the swollen nipples
at the apex. As she bent over, Veronica nearly touched the floor
with her tits. She shook them vigorously, slapping them against
the tops of her thighs, then stood upright again, still shaking
them. They heaved and tossed like a ship in a stormy sea.
Laughing , Veronica hoisted her huge breasts with both hands,
marveling at their girth, weight, and size. "Now these are
tits!", she exclaimed. "And look at you, Sherrie-berry! I don't
remember you being so tall!"
Sherrie lifted her right arm, drawing her nails slowly across the
ceiling. "We're just big all over, Ronnie love. She paced
around the cabin, listening with pleasure to the solid thump!
thump! thump! her big new body made on the wood floor. "You
gotta learn to walk with these big titties, Ronnie", she added,
"you gotta go in the same direction they're going, and not change
direction suddenly." Inadvertently, though, she knocked the lamp
off her bedside table when she turned.
Both girls turned to face Missy, who was still slumbering peace-
fully on Sherrie's bed. Her fine blonde hair had thickened, and
now fell in great masses about her neck and shoulders. Her moun-
tainous new breasts, capped with pink areolae the size of tea-
saucers, and nipples the size of Vienna sausages, sprawled on ei-
ther side of her in the bed. "I'll get her up", Sherrie said,
standing over her. She felt a release down in her mighty tits,
and two torrents of milk came streaming out again, drenching Mis-
sy, the cot, Sherrie's sheets and blankets.
"Hey!", shouted Veronica. "Don't waste that stuff, Sherrie!"
"I got gallons, Ronnie my chocolate", Sherrie replied proudly.
"And if I run out, I can make more." Missy was coughing and
sputtering as Sherrie's milk played about her face and mouth.
She sat up, her majestic new breasts pulling the sheets and blan-
kets up with her and tossing them onto the floor. "Sherrie! Stop
that!", pleaded Missy.
"Happy big-tit-day, Missy Melons! If you thought you were big
before, you should see yourself now!", gloated Sherrie. Missy
looked down at her new splendor and gasped. "Ohmigod!", she
shouted, "lookit the size of me!" She jumped to her feet, her
huge breasts bobbling on either side of her. Looking first at
Sherrie, then at Veronica, then at herself, she began to laugh.
"The three titty-girls! Now I remember, Sherrie, you got big
first, then we drank your milk, and we got big. But you had
something else, something that felt so **good**"
Sherrie reached under her immense left breast and patted her
pussy area. "I still got it, Missy", she explained, "I'm just
saving it for later!" Moving in towards Sherrie, the tips of
whose big breasts were still drip-drip-dripping with her recent-
ly-expelled milk, Missy touched her engorged nipple to Sherrie's
equally swollen, and still lactiferous, right breast. "Thank
you, Sherrie!", she said humbly. "I love my new breasts. I
liked it before, when I was bigger than all the other girls. It
made me feel proud. Now, I don't know. I feel so special, like
I'm chosen."
Veronica moved in to complete the circle, her big dusky breasts
complementing Missy's lambs-wool-white and Sherrie's light tan.
The three joined hands. For a while, they just stared at the
change that had taken place. Tall and powerful, with impossibly
large, full, firm, queenly breasts, they knew something special
had happened to them. "We aren't little girls any more", re-
marked Missy.
The three girls lined up for a mutual admiration session. Sherrie
was the tallest by a whisker, although all three of them had to
duck to keep from beaning themselves on the overhead lamp.
Veronica, to her delight, found she had the biggest tits, even
if, once again, there wasn't a handful of difference between them
all.
Brushing her short dark hair away from her forehead, Sherrie
looked at her new face. It was recognisible as the same, al-
though the nose was longer and finer, the eyelashes longer, the
lips full and more sensuous-looking. A couple of blemishes had
disappeared, and her skin glowed a ruddy copper color over her
entire body.
"If we could can and sell what this stuff does, girls", Sherrie
mused, "we'd be in tall cotton!"
Stepping away from the mirror, Sherrie let Veronica admire her-
self. The black girl's face had broadened only slightly, enhanc-
ing her perfect oval shape. Her eyes seemed somehow larger and
darker, and they glittered with a secret fire that wasn't there
before. Veronica lifted her hand and touched her face. "You
didn't just give me big tits, Sherrie-berry, but you made me
beautiful as well "You were beautiful before, Ronnie", replied
Sherrie.
"Yeah. Thanks", murmured Veronica. "This is another kind of beau-
ty, though." Veronica passed her hands through her thick black
locks, then grabbed the sides of her huge, beanbag-sized breasts.
"We're goddesses now", observed Veronica.
"Goddesses?", Missy remarked. She snapped her fingers, expecting
the walls to crumble. Nothing happened. "I feel great! Strong!
But I don't know if I feel like a goddess."
"Sherrie had powers before she grew", explained Veronica. "She
drank milk from a girl named Amanda, and it gave her powers.
Now, she's big, and she's made us big. I would guess her powers
are much stronger now, and I bet we start developing powers, too.
Just look at you, Missy!"
It was true. Missy had come out of the ordeal with an almost
preternatural beauty. All three of the girls had enjoyed a milk-
given beauty treatment, and Sherrie appreciated this most of all,
as she had never been as pretty as Veronica or Missy.
"Its not fair, Ronnie!", laughed Sherrie. "No matter how gor-
geous we little brown girls get, the gringas always put us to
shame!" Missy came up to look at herself in the mirror, and
gasped at what she saw. Her hair, once fine and straight, had
thickened and curled, and now tumbled in great cascading masses
over her shoulders and large breasts. Her green eyes shone emer-
ald-like from a flawless cream-colored complexion. All traces of
immaturity and girlishness had fled from Missy's face, and she
looked ageless, a living statue of epic proportions.
Bending over to peer out the window, Sherrie brought their musing
to a halt. "I can hear all the others", she said, "they're down
at the corral putting the horses away after the flag exercise.
Silversheen and Dark Prancer are hurt. Beth Franklin's been on
the Prancer, and that mincing little bitch Amy Parmenter's been
on my Silversheen. We need to get down there!"
Veronica put her hands on her hips, causing a near-tsanaumi in
her vast breasts. "And what are we gonna do for clothes, Sherrie
Rodriguez? Even goddesses have to wear something!"
"Shower up", remarked Sherrie noncomittally, "and let's get this
place cleaned up. It won't do for our first day as goddesses to
have to live in a pigsty. I'll handle the clothes."
Falling to the task with enthusiasm, the three girls swept,
scrubbed and policed the cabin. They stripped the wet sheets and
blankets from the beds, replacing them with fresh ones. Then
they showered in their turns. An hour or so later, scrubbed and
shining, the three girls, still as naked as God had made them,
stood in the center of the cabin.
Sherrie waved her hand in front of Veronica. In an instant, she
was clothed in a sumptuous red gown that clung to her every new
curve like a glove. Instinctively, Veronica put a hand on her
chest to feel the fabric, but touched only bare skin. "Its an
illusion, Ronnie dear, but it'll work if you don't stray too
far", she cautioned. Then she passed her hand in front of Missy,
dressing her in white, with white gloves and blue ribbons in her
thick blonde hair.
"But I'm still naked, Sherrie!", complained Missy.
"No one will see you, Missy", Sherrie explained, "unless you get
more than fifty or so feet away from me. I'm getting stronger by
the minute, but, still, better stick close by."
Veronica was enchanted by her illusory finery. She posed either
way, delighted to see that the illusion extended to mirrors.
Sherrie passed her hands in front of herself, and stood revealed
in a spectacular green gown that plunged precipitously in the
front, exposing a capacious and breathtaking cleavage. "I
wouldn't worry too much, darlings", she said soothingly. "We're
rich girls, remember? My poppy gave me a Gold Visa card before I
left 'for emergencies'. If this doesn't qualify, I don't know
what does. And I bet the two of you got something as well."
"American Express Optima", replied Missy, holding the card up.
"Gold Master Card, with my own name!", laughed Veronica.
"Well, then, the first order of business for the teenage goddess-
es of the Vanderleer Equestrian Academy is to charge some new
clothes on Daddy's credit cards!", Sherrie laughed. This common-
place suggestion comforted them all after the outrageous changes
that had taken place that afternoon.
"How are we gonna get Mrs. Vanderleer to let us go into town?
She says no one goes into town", asked Missy.
Sherrie pushed her hair back on her head, thrusting her immense
bosom out into the center of the cabin. "Goddesses aren't **al-
lowed** to do things. Goddesses allow others to do things. Get
used to it, girls. We're on top from here on out!"
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