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Dr. Hooters #30: Dreams Take Flight
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Dr Hooters Part XXX
Dreams Take Flight
The flag exercise hadn't gone as well as Mrs. Vanderleer had
hoped. The two tallest girls at the Academy, Veronica Talbot and
Melissa Mellon should have been in the lead on Dark Prancer and
Jolly Roger, but Veronica had taken ill suddenly and Melissa got
into that ridiculous fight in the chow line that morning...
So she was stuck with Amy Parmenter, who rode like a sack of sug-
ar, and Beth Franklin, who didn't know one end of a horse from
another. What a mess. She leaned over the corral and looked in-
to the sky. She saw three figures silhouettedagainst the top of
the hill. It looked as if they were close by, but very indis-
tinct.
No, they had crossed the top of the hill, and were coming down
towards the corral. If they were as far as they appeared to be,
they were very tall indeed, maybe better than seven feet. From
where she stood, it also appeared that the middle half of the two
figures was missing.
Her blood froze as she realized the truth. Here came the ban-
ished trio; Missy, Sherrie, and Veronica, somehow stretched to
over seven feet and swollen beyond belief. The shadows of their
immense breasts, grown to Brobdingnagian proportions, covered the
whole middle half of their bodies, from their navels to their
knees. Thus, it appeared from a distance that their midsections
were missing.
The other girls looked up as well, transfixed. The giantesses
were almost to the corral now, and could be seen clearly. The
despised Veronica, the mistreated Sherrie, and the ridiculed Mis-
sy had somehow grown to epic proportions. Some of the younger
girls started crying. Amy and Beth dismounted, furling their
flags and trembling with fear.
Sherrie walked up to the fence of the corral, and leaned her huge
breasts on the top rail. "Where's Silversheen?", she demanded.
"He's been hurt!"
Beth Franklin burst into tears. "I was riding him, Sherrie. My
God, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to..."
Sherrie stepped over the corral fence easily, and walked up to
Beth in the center of the ring. She towered over the terrified
girl by at least two feet, and her massive breasts seemed poised
to crush her like a bug. "Bring Silversheen to me!", she com-
manded.
Missy stood watching this performance. She was aroused by the
size and power of her new body, by walking around naked with the
breezes blowing over her vast new breasts, by the looks of fear
in the eyes of her former tormenters. She saw Maureen O'Connor,
the girl who had made fun of her in the line that morning, cower-
ing against the corral fence. She walked over to her, bent over
and thrust her mighty tits into Maureen's face.
"Make fun of these, Maureen!", she taunted. "You haven't got
enough sweaters between the whole bunch of you to fill out a pair
like these!" Maureen began to sob, retreating in terror from
Missy's avalanche of tit-flesh.
Beth Franklin had scurried off to the barn and was now returning
with the injured Silversheen. The poor horse was limping badly,
but he perked up upon recognizing Sherrie.
"There are certain things I want to tell you all. Mrs. Vander-
leer! Are you here!"
Maxine Vanderleer stepped out from the gaggle of girls and stood
erect before the angry Sherrie. "I most certainly **am** here,
Miss Rodriguez, and I would like to know what you mean by this
display. Some of these girls are terrified. No matter how big
you've gotten, you are still under my authority, as I have as-
sured your parents!"
"I've got no quarrel with you, Mrs. Vanderleer. I just want us
to be released from the Academy until we can contact our parents
and let them know about the changes we have experienced. The on-
ly thing we ask of you is that you continue to allow us room and
board, and allow us free access to town for purchase of such ma-
terials as our growth has rendered necessary."
"I see no problem with that, Miss Rodriguez", replied Mrs. Van-
derleer, "as long as I am fully compensated for my losses."
"My father will gladly pay for my entire time here. I am only
sorry he was so seriously mistaken in thinking that the Academy
was a place where I could learn to behave like a respectable,
civilized young woman. Since my arrival, I have been mocked and
ridiculed for my accent, my Cuban heritage of which I am justly
proud, and my city. My two friends here as well have suffered,
Veronica for being black, and Missy for being too large for her
age."
"This will stop immediately. As you see, we are all three of us
quite large now, and fully capable of defending ourselves. In
the future, It would behoove you, Mrs. Vanderleer, to pay a lit-
tle attention to what your girls are doing."
Mrs. Vanderleer looked darkly at Amy and Beth, who shrugged their
shoulders.
Veronica stared in awe at her friend. Sherrie was handling her-
self very well, and within minutes had received Mrs. Vanderleer's
enthusiastic approval of their entire plan. The guest house was
to placed at their disposal, along with one of the Academy's
Cherokees at 35 dollars a day, and Silversheen was given to Sher-
rie's custody pending her father's purchase of the fine animal.
"These other girls don't know how to handle him, Sherrie", she
agreed reluctantly, "at least with you taking care of him, I know
he'll be well treated."
That night, Sherrie, Veronica, and Missy settled into the luxuri-
ous guest cabin, whose king-sized beds accommodated them far more
comfortably than the now-postage-stamp-sized beds in the girls'
cabins. Mrs. Vanderleer, having run the girls' credit cards
through a scanner, and secure in the knowledge that none of the
Academy's property would be uncompensated for in case of an acci-
dent, placed a fine 1995 Jeep Grand Cherokee at the three girls'
disposal.
"Now, Veronica's the only one of you with an unrestricted driv-
er's license, so she's the only one I want driving, OK?", Mrs.
Vanderleer warned them.
When the sun went down, Sherrie dropped the illusion of their
clothing, and the three of them stood once again in their awesome
nudity.
Veronica rubbed the sides of her immense breasts with her hands.
Straining, she was just able to touch the thick, erect nipple at
the tip, and she couldnt get her thumb and forefinger all the way
around it. "I wonder if we're gonna milk up like you did, Sher-
rie-berry. It'd be some hell if all three of us started gushing
like fountains."
Sherry shrugged. "I still got enough milk to change all the
girls in this camp if I wanted too. I'm not going to, though.
These little biddies don't deserve it." She waved her arms and
instantly appeared clothed in a t-shirt and jeans. "I'm going to
check on Silversheen."
Finding Silversheen relaxing on a bed of hay in the stable, Sher-
ry took his massive head onto her breast. Not many girls have
breasts larger than a horse's head, thought Sherrie, but I do.
Silversheen whinnied and awoke.
"No, no, boy", Sherrie whispered, "don't try to get up. You're
hurt too badly."
Silversheen kept trying to get up until Sherrie maneuvered around
so that her left nipple was near the horse's mouth. The grey
stallion clamped down on it and began nursing. Sherrie roared.
"That tickles, boy! Cut it out!" But as hard as she tried to
push him away, Silversheen seemed determined to get a drink off
of Sherrie. Also, Sherrie felt a deep rumbling and a surge in-
side her mighty breasts as Silversheen kept suckling. Soon, her
other breast was leaking milk onto the floor of the stable, and a
small white puddle began to form. Dark Prancer, a chestnut mare,
ambled up and nuzzled Sherrie's right breast.
"OK, OK", said Sherrie, "so you horses want your share, too.
Can't do you any harm, I suppose."
The horses weren't as gentle as Missy and Veronica had been, but
they were just as thirsty. Silversheen and Dark Prancer slurped
and suckled while Sherrie's bountiful breasts kept gushing milk.
Sherrie was lying prone on the stable floor now with the two
horses nibbling and suckling on the fat nipples of her immense,
milky breasts. The stimulation of the rough horse-tongues on her
thick nipples made her feel more than a little horny, and she was
surprised when she started to lubricate.
The grey stallion, after about fifteen minutes of steady nursing,
seemed t have had enough, and, to Sherrie's delight and surprise,
he stood right up and ambled out of his stall without so much as
a limp. He returned a moment later with Diamond Girl, an Ap-
paloosa mare. Diamond Girl snuffled about for a while, found the
teat that Silversheen had vacated, and attached herself to it.
Sherrie stroked the side of Diamond Girl's thick mane as she
suckled. "That's it girl! You want some too. Well, Sherrie's
got a lot. Seems Silversheen wants you in on it, so drink up,
girl!"
After a while, Dark Prancer took a break, and Silversheen took
another turn at Sherrie's right breast. Then Diamond Girl gave
way to Dark Prancer. All three horses took turns until they had
had their fill. Sherrie was still gushing milk when the three of
them marched out of the stall, out of the stable, and into the
corral.
Sherrie followed them, her mammoth tits swaying and leaking milk
all over the corral floor. In the moonlight, she didn't even
bother to maintain the illusion of dress, as it appeared the
horses weren't fooled by it anyway.
It was hard to see in the pale moonlight, but it seemed to Sher-
rie that Silversheen had grown slightly since his little drink.
Good, she thought. At my present size, he wouldn't have made
much more than a pony for me.
Silversheen was indeed growing, as were the mares. He grew until
he was able to step right over the corral fence into the open
field. The horse snorted, and the two mares followed him, both
now large enough to step easily over the corral fence. As soon
as they got out into the open field, Diamond Girl fell on her
front hooves and presented herself to Silversheen, who mounted
her and began pumping her furiously.
"I know, Silver", Sherrie encouraged him. "I feel the same way."
Silversheen finished with Diamond Girl, and began humping Dark
Prancer with the same fury. The night air was full of the sound
and scent of horse-passion, and Sherrie hoped that Mrs. Vander-
leer wouldn't be coming down to see what was going on.
His passion spent on the two mares, Silversheen began galloping
furiously about the field. Sherrie noticed two little lumps
growing on his back, which became more and more prominent as the
stallion ran. The two mares began to gallop furiously as well,
and Sherrie could see the same two little humps forming on their
backs as they had on Silversheen's.
Suddenly, a great white pair of wings emerged from the humps on
either side of Silversheen's back. They grew and grew until they
were four or five times the size of the stallion. As he ran,
Silversheen began to beat the air with his new wings, and he flew
off into the night sky.
Alighting next to the astonished Sherrie, the stallion whinnied.
Sherrie climbed up onto the stallion's powerful back, and in a
moment, they were aloft, Silversheen pumping his powerful wings
in the cool night air, and Sherrie holding onto his mane in ter-
ror and delight.
She looked down over the moonlit landscape from Silversheen's
broad back. The lights of Mercer twinkled off in the distance,
and Sherrie could see the buildings of the Academy far below.
She wept with sheer joy, burying her face deep in Silversheen's
mane, the night wind whipping through her short dark hair.
Two small bird-like forms began climbing toward them, and soon
they were joined by the proud mares Diamond Girl and Dark
Prancer, who had grown wings of their own, and were delightedly
trying them out.
"I wish I could fly you to Miami, Silver!", Sherrie whispered in-
to Silversheen's ear. "Wouldn't my sisters be astounded."
Silversheen and the mares flew high over Bald Top Mountain, and
over the dark, forbidding forest beyond. Mercer was at the edge
of a National Forest Reserve, and as such, was fairly well iso-
lated. There wasn't any other sign of habitation within view.
Circling around, they sped through the air, returning to the
Academy. Silently, noiselessly, Silversheen and the two mares
hit the ground galloping, folded their wings, and trotted back to
the stable.
Sherrie stood in silent wonder smoothing the great pinions of
Silversheen's folded wings. They were as soft as bird feathers,
but much, much larger. She struggled to remember the name of the
flying horse in the Greek story.
"Good night, Pegasus", she whispered softly, just remembering to
clothe herself again with the illusion of the t-shirt and blue
jeans.
Her eyes were still watering when she shook Missy and Veronica
awake. "I think we can return the keys to the Cherokee, Ronnie.
Wait'll you two see how we're going to town tomorrow!!!"
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