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Dr. Hooters #34: Uh, How Much Bigger You Gonna Get
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Dr Hooters Pt XXXIV
Uh, How Much Bigger You Gonna Get, Mary Lou?
Putting her hands on her growing chest, Mary Lou felt the breast
tissue swell under her touch. Her custom-made bra was beginning
to tighten on the sides and on the shoulder straps as Mary Lou's
burgeoning breasts cut into it.
"Ooauww, that hurts", she complained, digging around at the side
band of her increasingly constaining bra.
"A word of advice, Mary Lou", counseled Jill, "is that you may
want to slip your bra off before you get too big."
"Roger, please!", Mary Lou implored, turning towards Roger. Her
beefy boobs had pulled the T-shirt completely out of her shorts,
and Roger could see how the inadequate bra was pushing the grow-
ing mass of tit-flesh in and away, under her armpits and over the
tops of the cups.
Attempting to unhook Mary Lou's brassiere from behind, Roger
found the number and intracacy of the snaps defeated him. He
pulled a pair of scissors out from under a cash register, slipped
up Mary Lou's back, found the back strap, and cut it.
"Lord above, that was tight!", Mary Lou sighed with relief as her
big breasts ballooned outward, freed from the restraints of Mary
Lou's shorn brassiere. They billowed out noticibly, trembling
and shaking and heaving against the T-shirt.
By now, a small crowd of curious onlookers had begun to gather,
and Roger tried to keep them away from Mary Lou, who by now had
grown to about double her previous size, and who was continuing
to make noises like a sick cat.
"I think we ought to get her out of here, Roger", Jill explained.
She could end up as big as us in a very short time!"
Nodding his head, Roger grabbed Mary Lou by the arm. "A-a-augh!
A-au-au-o-ow!", she moaned, stroking her growing breasts with her
free hand. By now, Mary Lou had quite filled the T-shirt to ca-
pacity, and the pressure of her swelling tits was creating stress
lines in the fabric that threatened to rend it apart. Most of
Mary Lou's abdomen was exposed now, and the very bottoms of her
big boobs were peeking out from underneath.
Jill and Blair ran interference as Roger guided the moaning Mary
Lou out of the department store. "The shirt's too tight! The
shirt's too tight!", she complained as Roger hustled her along
through the growing crowd. As soon as the got her through the
main entrance and out into the parking lot, Mary Lou's T-shirt
gave a rending sound as the fabric started to tear away at the
shoulders.
Mary Lou stumbled again as another tremor of pleasure ran through
her. Blair stooped to catch her as it looked as though she was
going to hit her head on the pavement, but Mary Lou had already
grown quite enough padding on her chest to protect herself. She
moaned again, and v-v-v-v-r-r-r-i-i-i-p!, the seams holding her
T-shirt together began to tear away at the shoulders and under
the arms.
Roger could see Mary Lou's expanding tits straining agaist the
fabric of the T-shirt down the brutally overstretched neckline.
He stared at Jill and Blair, then back at Mary Lou. Was Mary Lou
going to get as big as these two, he wondered. If so, she was
well on her way. Her breasts, formerly more than a handful and
delightfully so, were now more like a shovel-full.
Blair opened the side door of the Aerostar and Mary Lou climbed
in, with Roger following closely behind. Blair and Jill clam-
bered into the front seats, and the van pulled out of the shop-
ping center parking lot.
Just in time, too, for Mary Lou let out another low growl, and
Jill heard the snapping and popping of tearing fabric from the
back seat. "Oh God! I'm getting so big! It feels so good!
Jill, why didn't you tell me it felt so good to grow these big
tits?" Mary Lou's T-shirt now had several rents in the front
where her newly sprouted mammary majesty could be seen,and there
was a small, but noticible damp spot in the middle of her shorts.
Roger noticed this, and began getting hard himself.
"Ah-ah-ah-a-a-a-HHH!", Mary Lou sang as her breasts pounded
through the last shreds of Mary Lou's T-shirt and bobbled into
the open air. They had grown to the size of volleyballs, and
Mary Lou thrust them up into Roger's face.
"You always liked my breasts, Roger! Admit it! What do you
think of them now?", she moaned.
In reply, Roger began stroking and massaging Mary Lou's massive
breasts. Her thumb-sized nipples sprang immediately to atten-
tion. "They're beautiful, Mary Lou!", he cried, rolling Mary
Lou's plump nipples between his forefinger and thumb.
This drove Mary Lou into paroxysms of delight, and her breasts
swelled noticibly in Roger's hands, stretching and filling,
thrusting their way into his palms, getting heavier. Mary Lou
was quite wet by this time, and she reached under her growing
swelling breasts and thrust her hands into her shorts.
"Oh God, Roger", she moaned. "I'm so horny! The bigger I get,
the hornier I get, and the hornier I get, the oh, oh, no! a-a-au-
ugh!" Mary Lou's huge tits welled out even further. When she
tried to move away from Roger, she found that the tips of her
nipples brushed against the back of the front seat.
Rubbing her pubes vigorously, Mary Lou began rocking back and
forth in an attempt to reduce the furious tension in her chest
and stomach. "Jill, Jill!", she screamed, "Blair! Was it like
this for you? I'm gonna attack Roger soon!"
Jill laughed. "All I had at hand was Brendon. You're lucky, but
to be honest, I never had it come on as strong as it seems to be
with you."
"E-e-ya-a-ah!" Mary Lou's tits swelled out again, flattening
against the front seat of the van, and pushing her back against
her own seat. "I think I'm bigger than you are, Blair. Its hard
to say." Mary Lou's jugs covered her whole lap, and Roger had to
crawl out of the seat beside her. Mary Lou struggled out of her
sopping shorts, and pressed down on her huge boobs to keep up the
pressure on her aching, throbbing clit. The free-flowing juices
of her desires soaked the undersides of her great mams.
Jill pushed the gate opener, and pulled into the courtyard of her
secluded mansion. Moving behind her in the seat, Roger reached
his arms under Mary Lou's swollen breasts and encircled her
waist. Mary Lou was not a delicate girl. She was too fond of
Cuban cooking and too little fond of exercise to remain very
svelte.
In the end, Roger was forced to call on Blair and Jill for assis-
tance. With his head wedged between Jill's massive pair on one
side, and Blair's on the other, and reaching under Mary Lou's in-
creasingly ponderous, soft. pliant, mass of boob-meat, Roger felt
as though he had died and gone to tit-heaven. There must be
close to a quarter-ton of boob here, he thought to himself as he
pulled.
With effort, they managed to extract Mary Lou from the back seat,
and pull her clear of the car. When she stood up for the first
time in the courtyard, Jill saw that Mary Lou had indeed passed
both herself and Blair. Mary Lou's breasts jutted aggressively
out from her body, and the bottoms hovered just above her drip-
ping pussy. There was no way Mary Lou could reach around the
front of her huge orbs to grab her nipples. As long as a catsup
bottle, and as thick as a beer can, they were as unreachable as
the other side of the moon.
Astounded by her new abundance, Mary Lou grabbed both sides and
shook them hard. "They're huge! Jill ! Blair ! Look how BIG
they are! I LOVE IT!!! Ou-ou-ou-gh! They're growing again!"
Sure enough, Mary Lou's breasts began to swell gently outward
once again, reaching the top of her thighs. Movement came with
difficulty now, as her massive mams slap- slap- slapped against
her thighs as she walked. Roger volunteered to clib underneath
and carry her huge tits on his shoulders.
"Its the least I can do", he offered, but he found it difficult
going as the official dairy porter, as Mary Lou's boobs weighed
at least fifty pounds apiece by now.
"We better put you in a bedroom on the ground floor for now,
M.L.", Jill instructed, "until you stop growing and we can figure
out what's going on with you." This decision made, they bundled
Mary Lou into an enormous guest bedroom overlooking the pool.
She collapsed onto the king-sized bed, her chair-sized mammaries
flopping on either side of her chest. her lubricants were soak-
ing the bedspread and the sheets, and she pulled Roger to her.
"Could you two leave us alone for a while, Jill? Blair?
Please!", she pleaded.
Jill judiciously closed the door.
"How big do you think she's going to get?", Blair asked.
"Time will tell", Jill answered.
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Roger stood at the foot of the bed in awe of Mary Lou's gargantu-
an knockers. They sprawled on either side of her like fleshy
hills, and between them, her snatch glistened like a diamond.
"Lover, Roger, please!", Mary Lou pleaded from the bed, her
mighty breasts heaving with her breathing and her motion.
Stripping off his shirt and suit pants, Roger was surprised at
the stiffness and insistence of his erection. When he pulled of
his boxers, Mary Lou went into another spasm of delight, and her
breasts thrust further skyward and inched slightly down her
thighs. "Mary Lou", he asked in a trembling voice, "if just the
sight of my cock makes you grow, how big will you get if I actu-
ally fuck you?"
"Don't worry about that, lover", she commanded. "Just come here!
Roger settled himself into the cavern between Mary Lou's behemoth
jugs. They heaved and tossed with the exertion, and he finally
got himself postioned over the top of Mary Lou, and could giver
her a long deep kiss. Mary Lou responded by thrusting her pelvis
hard against his, moving back and forth until the dripping pot of
her snatch was positioned where it hovered only scant inches away
from the tip of Roger's turgid dick.
Slowly, Roger slid his dick into Mary Lou's volcanic pussy. The
heat and the sensation almost made him come on the spot. He
leaned up slightly to bring the shaft of his dick to bear on Mary
Lou's swollen clit, and she thrashed in response. "A-a-u-ugh!",
she screamed, and her big tits got even bigger. They now loomed
like a wall of flesh on either side of him, obscuring his view of
the room. All he could see was Mary Lou's eager face through the
opening of the canyon of her breasts.
He began to pump, and the movement brought Mary Lou's breasts to-
gether against his body, slap! slap! Her breasts were growing
constantly now, as Mary Lou's sexual excitement began to in-
crease. They reached her knees, and towered well over Roger's
head on either side.
"Don't crush me between your big tits, Mary Lou!", he pleaded.
If they roll over me, I'll be smothered!"
In response, Mary Lou began pumping harder against his cock. She
was a strong girl, and had always been quite athletic in bed, but
now with each thrust, it seemed she was pulling Roger deeper and
deeper into herself. It seemed she had developed a small fist
inside her vagina that grabbed the tip of Roger's cock and held
it tight. He could hear it pop! each time he withdrew for a new
thrust.
Mary Lou was panting heavily and moaning in a low voice. Her
boobs, what Roger could see of them from behind, reached now down
past her knees practically to her ankles. Breast flesh began to
close over the top of him as he lunged, and he began to feel a
twinge of genuine fear.
"Au-au-aur-r-rgh!", screamed Mary Lou, and with a thud!, one of
her breasts fell off the bed and onto the floor. This gave Roger
some maneuvering room, but the weight of the huge tit threatened
to pull Mary Lou and Roger over the side with it. He grabbed
harder to the other breast and dug in.
Soon, Roger began to feel the onset of his building orgasm, and
fear and disgust departed. Mary Lou, as well, began to counter
him with a series of short, rapid pelvic thrusts that signalled
her cresting excitement. Pulling himself up into Mary Lou, he
crossed the point of no return, and began writhing in passion as
his hot spunk erupted into Mary Lou's crevasse. Mary Lou re-
sponded with a great shout, and shuddered with the impact of her
own orgasm.
In mortal danger of suffocation, Roger clambered out of the clos-
ing gap between Mary Lou's titanic mams and up on top of the one
still on the bed. He gasped as it swelled rapidly towards the
ceiling, carrying him along with it. The other tit grew along
the floor, pushing a rug and a chair out of the way as it contin-
ued its inexorable growth.
"You look kinda cute up there, Roger", Mary Lou cooed from far
below. "Come on down!" Roger dropped off the tit and onto the
bed beside Mary Lou.
"Be a doll, Roger, and help me get over onto my side!", she
asked. Roger pulled on his underwear, walked around to the other
side of the bed, and lifted as much as he could of Mary Lou's
vast fallen breast, which filled most of the middle of the room.
As she turned in the bed, Roger heaved it up, marveling at its
vast size and girth. Finally, with a great push, he pushed it
over the top of his girlfriend's body, and onto the bed on the
other side.
"Mary Lou, that tit must weigh well over a hundred fifty pounds.
How are you gonna walk?"
"I'll worry about that later, lover", she replied. "I want you
to come over here now."
Roger picked his way around the bed and plopped down in the nar-
row strand of bed that Mary Lou's couch-sized breasts didn't oc-
cupy.
"Suck my titties, Roger!", she commanded imperiously over the
tops of her Brontosaurian breasts. "Make love to my huge, huge
tits!"
Roger submitted. He found it more comfortable to position him-
self with his feet at the head of the bed, so that he could rest
his head near the tips of his girlfriends deliriously large
breasts. Mary Lou's areolae and nipples filled his field of vi-
sion. This must be how a baby feels, he thought. Yet no baby
has ever had a chance like this. Each of these howzas weighs al-
most as much as I do.
Mary Lou's swollen, distended nipples were each the length of
Roger's forearms and as thick as an Hawaiian Punch can. He
touched one, and felt the whole gelationous mass of Mary Lou's
boobs shake with delight. No way I'm gonna get one of them all
the way in my mouth, he thought. He began licking the very tip
of the nipple nearest him, and pulled himself in towards the
overwhelming wall of Mary Lou's breast-flesh.
Feeling a wave of sleepiness wash over him, Roger lifted the mas-
sive top breast up and crawled in between them. He folded his
arms over the bottom tit and let the top one flop over him, clos-
ing around him like a glove. Only his head stuck out from Mary
Lou's cleavage, and the breast underneath him bouyed him like a
waterbed. He fell asleep with Mary Lou's soft moaning in his
ears, and the gentle trembling of her breasts underneath and
above him.
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