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Dr. Hooters #33: Breakout at Dadeland
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Dr Hooters Pt XXXIII
Breakout At Dadeland
Mary Lou stood in front of the mirror, examining her breasts.
She lifted first one, then the other, moving her hands in small
circles, investigating the underlying tissue. "Nope", she con-
cluded. "They're the same size they've always been. The tin-
gling hasn't stopped, though."
Blair looked over her shoulder. "Mine always tingled right be-
fore they started growing, Mary Lou", she commented, "but you've
been here for three days, and there's been no growth yet."
Jill agreed. "You need to get on with your life, Mary Lou. If
you start growing, you can always come back here."
Mary Lou gave her left breast one last careful heft. Her breasts
were large and conical, standing out on her broad chest like two
towers on a wall. She moved to the left, then to the right. De-
spite their size, her large breasts were firm and dense, without
any sign of sag or droop.
Reluctantly, Mary Lou bent over, settling her breasts into the
cups of her bra. "I might look like the charter member of the
Itty Bitty Titty Committee around this house", she said, "but no
one's ever accused me of being flat-chested. Still, I kinda wish
I'd piss or get off the pot, as they say. This tingling is driv-
ing me nuts!"
Maurice the butler came in with a VCR tape and handed it to Jill,
who put it into the VCR player mounted next to the TV. "You
speak Spanish, Mary Lou. I wnat you to see what you make of
this"
The show was a copy of a popular Spanish variety show broadcast
every Saturday. There was a lot of singing and dancing, and a
lot of practical jokes played on various guests. Jill hit the
fast forward until a very, very tall girl appeared on the TV
screen. The host, a portly man with a wide smile was interview-
ing a young girl who towered over him like a royal palm.
"That's Marsha Sanchez!", shouted Mary Lou. "She's a friend of
Sherrie's! "
"I met her at your house, Mary Lou", added Blair. "It was her
fifteenth birthday we were celebrating, wasn't it?"
"Mother of God, look at the size of her", Mary Lou commented.
"She must be eight feet tall easy. How did she get so big?"
The girl on the show was dressed in a silver lame miniskirt that
accentuated her remarkable figure. She had very large breasts,
even proportionally, and her enormous 40-gallon-trash-bag-sized
breasts loomed over the TV show host like rain-laden clouds. In
addition, her long thick dark hair hung practically to her knees.
The TV show host appeared to be cracking a few jokes about the
girl's height, but there were only a few scattered nervous
laughs from the audience, who were clearly impressed by the beau-
tiful young giantess.
"What's he saying?", asked Jill.
Mary Lou translated. "Its mostly talk about whether she finds it
difficult to buy clothes. She says no, her mother owns a garment
factory in Hialeah. He just made a crack about underwear, refer-
ring to her breasts, whether she can find underwear that fits.
She doesn't answer."
Jill shifted in her seat. "Is he asking her how she got so big?"
"No. Sorry. Right now they're talking about how she rescued a
kitten out of a tree, and how she does a bit bill collecting. He
asked her whether she had a boy friend. That kind of stuff."
The segment came to an and when the young giantess bent over and
kissed the host on top of his head. She had to bend over a con-
siderable distance to do this, and the host was quite discomfit-
ed. The crowd burst into applause for the young giantess, who
blew a few kisses to the audience, said hello to her mother and
father, then strode confidently off the stage.
"She's ballsy to be wearing heels", remarked Jill.
"She's Cuban", answered Mary Lou. "She's gonna look good even if
she's twelve feet tall."
"If it is Marsha, do you think...", began Blair.
"It is Marsha.", responded Mary Lou. "She's been at the house
enough that she's like my third sister. She and Sherrie are in-
separable, or were until this summer. Its her, all right."
"She's been exposed", Jill said darkly. "The breasts are a dead
give away. No offense, Mary Lou, but no one gets **that** big on
their own."
"None taken. Marsha's never been large", Mary Lou said, "I think
that's why she and Sherrie were so close. Sherrie admitted to me
before she left that she and Marsha had had a little drink off of
Amanda. So, if she's been affected, then chances are Sherrie has
as well."
"We need to get right up there, then!", Blair said excitedly.
"She may know..."
"Amanda was long gone when I got back to the cottage, remember?",
finished Mary Lou. "When Marsha and Sherrie had their little
milk-shake, it was before Amanda disappeared."
"But that was over three weeks ago!", Blair blurted out, desper-
ate for any connection to her sister. "Why did it take so long
for Marsha...?"
Jill finished the thought. "Chances are Marsha's been growing
slowly and steadily since then. The hormone doesn't seem to have
any set method of working. It changed me instantly, and Brenda.
But with you and Amanda, it took weeks. Also, remember that its
been filtered through Brenda's formerly male body. I'm dry. Al-
ways have been."
"Brenda's dry too, now. But I'm not", Blair responded.
"Anyway, even if there's no chance of locating your sister, we
need to get ahold of Marsha", Jill continued. "We need to get
everyone together, your sister, your mother, your grandmother,
this girl, Mary Lou's sister, everyone, before this stuff gets
out of hand. We can't have women ballooning out all over the
continent."
Mary Lou laughed. "Why not?"
"Because for one thing, Julie, the woman who attacked me up in
Pompano, is still at large. She's a maniac, at best. I don't
think she planned anything good for your sister, Blair, and I
still fear she may be looking for her as frantically as we should
be."
"Then, there's the issue of these special powers and abilities.
I've been gifted with unusual intellectual ablities and sensitiv-
ities. Blair, you have massive bodily strength, although we
still have to work at developing it. From what you've told me,
your sister may be developing telepathic and tele-empathic
skills. I hope so. She'll certainly need them if she's out
there alone with Julie looking for her."
"But Brenda...", began Blair.
"Brenda used to be Brendon. A man. The hormone seems to provoke
meta-abilities in women alone. Why, I don't yet know."
Mary Lou finished dressing, buttoning up her blouse and brushing
out her hair. "So, we go find Marsha first, huh?"
"Do you know where she lives, Mary Lou?", Jill asked.
"I know where her mother's factory is", Mary Lou responded.
"We need to get up there today, then, after lunch", Jill conclud-
ed.
"We have to pass by Dadeland on the way up. Can I stop off and
see Roger at Burdine's, Jill? I promised him before I came
here..."
"Yeah. I don't see why not. I wouldn't mind getting a little
shopping in before the apocalypse myself!", laughed Jill.
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Jill's Aerostar pulled up into the Dadeland parking lot, and the
three women got out. Almost instantly, a crowd formed, as Jill
and Blair sauntered into the main entrance of the mall. Jill was
awe-inspiring in her white jumpsuit and white heels. Mary Lou
guessed she was showing about eighteen inches of cleavage, and
still, she had most of her big breasts covered.
"One thing I'd have to get used to, hanging out with you two, is
how to do without so much attention", Mary Lou commented.
"Those big tits sure know how to draw a crowd. I only hope Roger
doesn't notice."
Blair, wearing her customary blue jeans and tight, low-cut red
top, shook her tits at the crowd, causing a general commotion.
"If he does, Mary Lou", she replied, "he wasn't worth keeping
anyway."
"Easy for you to say, Chesty", laughed Mary Lou. Dressed modestly
in a loose blue T-shirt and white jeans shorts with white athlet-
ic socks and blue Keds, Mary Lou's own remarkable figure was
causing at least a portion of the commotion.
"If you have a breast man on your hands, Mary Lou", Jill inter-
jected, "I don't think you'll suffer by comparison. Something,
though, tells me you don't have anything to worry about."
Burdine's turned out to be quite a tight fit for Jill and Blair.
Blair, indeed, toppled a whole display table of mannequins with a
sudden turn. "Oops! Sorry!", she said to the young man who hus-
tled over to correct the problem.
"You need to watch what you're doing with, er, watch where you're
going, young lady", he scolded. Then he straightened up and rec-
ognized Mary Lou. "Ohmigod, Mary Lou! I might have guessed she
was a friend of yours!"
"He blushes nicely", Jill commented. "That's a nice trait in a
man."
Roger was almost completely undone when he caught sight of Jill.
"Mary Lou!", he screamed like a drowning man.
"Relax, Roger!", Mary Lou laughed, "They don't bite! Look!" She
reached over and patted Jill's gargantuan right breast. "They're
quite tame, really!"
Roger drew himself to his full height, and regained a little of
his composure. He was tall, sandy-haired, with classic, aristo-
cratic features; a high brow with a thin nose, narrow lips,
crinkly brown eyes, and large expresive hands.
"He's handsome, Mary Lou!", gushed Blair.
Mary Lou laughed. "Get your claws off him, Blair! I saw him
first!" She linked an arm with his.
Roger took Mary Lou's hand and rubbed it. "Introduce me to your
friends, Mary Lou."
Mary Lou smiled and presented Blair and Jill to Roger. Well-
mannered and well-groomed in a conservative grey suit, black
shoes and a maroon old-school tie, Roger made a hit with Mary
Lou's two friends. Most importantly, he had learned how to ad-
dress large-breasted women, directing his attention to their eyes
and faces rather than to their chests.
"This one's a keeper, Mary Lou", said Jill blithely. They all
laughed.
Roger lay his hand over Mary Lou's shoulder. "Mary Lou, I have
to go back to the University today after work. Can I pick you up
at five?"
"Uh, I dunno, Roger. Jill, are we gonna be finished by five?"
"We should be. Ask him to come by the house. He'll be a welcome
change from the whore-hoppers Brenda drags home."
Suddenly, Mary Lou groaned and slipped to the floor. Roger bent
over to help her up. "What happened, Mary Lou?", Blair asked.
Mary Lou was gasping for air as she staggered back to her feet.
"Oh my God!", she moaned, "I never knew it felt this good!"
Roger was puzzled. "What's going on here?"
Jill took Roger by the arm and pulled him over to the side.
"Roger, I know your too polite to have mentioned it, but didn't
you find Blair and I more generously built than most women?"
Mary Lou was rubbing her breasts frantically as Roger looked over
at her. "You two have the biggest breasts I've ever seen on any
woman, bar none", he said without emotion, "but if you think I'm
interested in Mary Lou only because of her figure, you're wrong!"
"I didn't say you were, Roger. Guys like you are few and far be-
tween", she continued, "but still, I hope you like big boobs,
'cause Mary Lou's gonna have 'em."
"Mary Lou's already got 'em. She doesn't need to get any big-
ger."
"Look!", Jill pointed to Mary Lou's slowly billowing T-shirt.
Mary Lou had put on a fairly loose-fitting T-shirt. Since she had
a forty-five inch bust, she often found it more comfortable to
wear a large or an extra-large T-shirt, but it was obvious that
something was going on underneath the T-shirt, since the top half
of it was moving slowly outward from Mary Lou's body.
Mary Lou, supported by Blair, smiled sheepishly at Roger. "A-a-
au-o-w!", she grimaced. "Oh, that feels good! Roger, my breasts
are growing. I can feel them. I hope you don't mind."
"Uh, why should I mind?" Roger started at Mary Lou's T-shirt as
it began to pull away from the waistline of her shorts, and a
slight bit of her abdomen showed. Mary Lou's breasts had expand-
ed to the point where she comfortably filled out the vast T-
shirt, but they were still growing.
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