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Subject: DR. HOOTERS (Breast Saga 1/7)

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ll 6.5

                              Dr. Hooters



    Wham!



    The door slammed shut behind Jill Clayton, her willowy  frame

slumping  down  in  her  chair.    In  her plain black dress, she

resembled Cher, except without the pretty face and  shapely  fig-

ure.   "The  Stick" was her nickname throughout life, much to her

dismay.



    "Bite my left one!" she shouts to the world, knowing  no  one

would  hear  her.  Grabbing her cold coffee, she entered the dark

lab.



    Click.  A single light illuminated her desk  space.   Beakers

and  test  tubes  refracted the light in different colors, giving

her desk top an almost church-window  like  effect.   She  sobbed

slightly, looking up to the ceiling for guidance.



    "All I want is some understanding and respect.   I've  worked

hard  to  get  where  I  am," Jill explained.  "For me, having my

peers respect my research is all I ever wanted.  But now..."



    Jill stopped short.  Julie Heatherwick, her office-mate,  en-

tered the lab abruptly.



    "Jilly?" Julie asked quietly.  "Are you mad?"



    "As a wet cat.  I should be heading that grant!" Jill demand-

ed,  looking  sad.  "I number-crunched for two years on the side,

preparing to head this department when Dr. Reardon retired.   Why

did they give it to you?" Jill asked, half-knowing the answer.



    "Look, I'm sick of you blaming my success on my looks.  I  am

just  as  committed to this department as you," Julie began.  She

pointed a finger at Jill, making her skin-tight evening gown move

slightly  over  her supple figure.  Her dark red hair fell down a

bit into her face.



    "I know I know, I'm sorry," Jill sighed.  "It's just...I  see

them  staring  at you when you saunter down the hall.  I've heard

the jokes about your figure and how you could breast feed Europe.

And now, it's just easy to blame the whole thing on you."



    Julie put her arm around Jill, squeezing her shoulder.   Jill

glanced  at Julie's plump face and she even noticed Julie's ample

cleavage protruding  slightly  from  her  evening  dress.   Julie

sighed, making her chest creep out just a bit more.



    "I understand.  What do you suggest I do?" Julie asked.



    "Wear a snowsuit to meetings, you silicon queen," Jill's sub-

conscious  piped  up.   "Nothing  you can do, Jules.  I just need

some time to myself?" she muttered.



    "I hear ya, hon.  I should get  back  to  the  party,"  Julie

said,  rising  to  leave.   As  she opened the door to leave, she

asked if Jill would be joining them soon.  The  silence  answered

her.



    Hours later, Jill continued to drown herself in her research.

Hoping  desperately that it would block out the hurt, she contin-

ued to lose herself in her electron microscope.  Her latest batch

of  hormones  had given her the best results up to date, but they

were nowhere near successful.  Who would buy a  drug  that  would

make  you  just %.05 percent smarter?  The numbers had to rise in

order to make it viable.



    Removing the slide, she stared at  the  greasy  spot  on  the

glass.   Tears  almost formed in her eyes as she contemplated the

fact that so much of her life had been poured into a greasy spot,

and  she  seemed  light  years  from  the solution.  Gritting her

teeth, she pulled herself together and  walked  to  the  specimen

table.   Just  as she opened the cabinet, she noticed the reflec-

tion of a light in the glass door.  Someone had  left  the  gamma

projector on.



    Spinning on her heels, something she's not  worn  for  years,

she  meandered  over  to  the machine to kill it.  Then something

sparked inside her.



    "Gamma rays?" Jill grinned, thinking of the  Incredible  Hulk

TV  program  she'd grown up hating.  Her brother had tortured her

by watching that show each Sunday night, with her fighting to see

PBS.  Then she paused.



Why not?  She'd tried everything else, hadn't she?



    ZZZAP.  It was over.  She  removed  the  slide.   Slipped  it

under the microscope.  At first, nothing happened.  Then, slowly,

the brain cells began to multiply.  Neuron  production  shot  off

the  scale.   Jill grinned slightly.  This may be it.  She waited

three hours, then tested the sample.  It'd reproduced cell matter

400%.    Another  hybrid  hormone showed up on the test, but Jill

barely looked at it.  Her guess had worked!



    Quickly she took a batch of the same substance and zapped in,

turning up the dosage to twice as much.  A speedy test showed the

whole batch was performing as expected.  Readying a  needle  with

the  batch,  she  approached the lab rat, who just happened to be

sleeping.



    "Wait," Jill thought.  "If I do this, and Julie and the  oth-

ers notice it, who's to say I'll even get the credit for this, as

I should.  It'll probably be put onto Julie's padded shoulders so

she'll  look  good  for  the cameras.  Let's put the Stick in the

corner until we need something else done," Jill said, getting red

faced.  "What do I have to lose?"



    Needles always made Jill queasy, but she  forgot  that  point

until just after she stuck her arm and pushed the plunger.



                                * * *



    "The floor needs cleaning, and a little salt," Jill  murmured

as  she  raised  from  the floor.  Spitting out the dust from her

mouth, she walked to the mirror.  "Four hours?" Jill whispered as

she  looked  at  her watch.  The sun was peeking over the horizon

outside the window.  In the mirror was a disheveled woman,  look-

ing as if she'd slept in a hamper.



    "Oh my god!" Jill gasped.  She checked her arm.  Sure enough,

there was the puncture mark.  She really had done it.



    Finding a chair quickly,  she began to go over what had tran-

spired.   Coming  to  the  conclusion  that she'd suffered a mild

breakdown, she now hoped that she'd not damaged  herself  by  her

actions.  After cleaning herself up, she raced for the exit.



    Upon leaving the building and entering the fresh morning air,

she  ran  into  Brendon Hill.  He was the typical early riser do-

gooder with about 6 hairs left and a pocket  protector  to  boot.

And  on  a  Saturday  as  well.   She  tried to avoid him, but he

couldn't help but notice her attire.



    "Is the party still going on?" Brendon asked.



    "Ummm...I fell asleep in my  office,"  Jill  explained.   She

wished that was all that had happened.



    "I heard about the promotion.  I think you should have gotten

it,"  Brendon  continued.   "Did you ever find the answer to your

temperature differential in the subject chamber?"



    "No...well, maybe.  What if we tried  lowering  the  pressure

inside  the  transfer  chamber,  thus  lowering  the need to con-

sistently drop the temperature.  The cells themselves might  then

undergo  mitosis rapidly in the..."Jill theorized, almost unaware

of the hypothesis she was creating  on  the  stop.   And  to  her

amazement, what she was saying was making perfect sense.  A solu-

tion to the problem that had been  plaguing  the  department  for

months  was  literally falling from her lips, and she didn't even

know much about the situation.  As she looked at Brendon, she no-

ticed right away that his attention was focusing elsewhere.



    "...and I gather that if  the  value...Brendon?   What's  the

matter?" Jill asked puzzled.



    "I...ummm...well.  errr" Brendon stammered, turning beet red.

"My  goodness,  is  that the tit...time?"  He excused himself and

stumbled off into the building, looking back once at the  stymied

Jill.



    "I wonder what that was all about?" Jill murmured.  She began

hurrying to her car, but noticed something different in her walk.

Looking down, she almost passed out again.



    "Holy Mary!" Jill exclaimed, feeling her chest.  Her  fingers

touched  the fabric of her dress, only now, it appeared that a C-

cupped size bust was lurking underneath it!  She pulled away  the

neck  of her dress.  Sure enough, there was a mass of real breast

flesh filling her A-cup bra to overflowing.



    "I have breasts!?!" Jill whispered, almost crying.   Then  it

hit her.  That's not good.  This was not supposed to happen over-

night.  She was 28.  Jill thought back to  just  minutes  before.

She'd  looked  in the mirror.  Washed her face.  Brushed the lint

from her dress.  No, there'd not been a bust there when  she  did

that...or was there?  She needed help.



    She bolted back inside and caught Brendon before  he  entered

his  office.  He looked flustered still, but ushered her into his

office regardless.



    "What were you staring at, just then when we  were  talking?"

Jill asked.  Brendon went candy red this time.



    "I  was   noticing   your   dress.    It   seemed   to   have

been...umm...moving  in  your  upper regions," Brendon stammered.

She could almost  feel  the  heat  from  his  embarrassment.   He

cracked under the pressure and spun around in his chair to attend

to a computational equation on the blackboard.  Jill stood quiet-

ly  for  a  second, then started to pursue her investigation.  As

she reached to turn Brendon  around,  her  eye  wandered  to  the

blackboard.   Instantly, she smiled and grabbed and erasure, wip-

ing away a large portion of the equation.



    "Hey Jill!" Brendon said, turning to look at her.



    "You did this all wrong.  Look, if you take the  variance  of

mercury..." Jill dictated, barely pausing between sentences.  She

spoke so fast and wrote so quickly that she  didn't  even  notice

what was happening to her.  But Brendon did.



    As he sat wide-eyed, staring at Jill's cotton evening  dress,

he  noticed  that  her breasts were beginning to grow again.  The

black fabric became tighter  and  tighter  as  her  bustline  in-

creased.   Had  he been able to move his eyes from her ballooning

boobs, Brendon would have seen that Jill's hair was slowly begin-

ning  to  become  lighter  colored.  And the rest of her body was

changing too, becoming more soft and fleshy.  As  her  arm  moved

quickly  up and down the chalkboard, he watched mesmerized as her

stretching dress outlined perfectly the imprint  her  super-small

bra  was making into her bouncing bazooms.   She was really blow-

ing up!



    "...and  therefore  if  you  substitute  the  zygote  of  the

male...pay  attention  here Brendon," Jill scolded, her arm still

writing as fast  as  it  could.   She  turned  her  head  to  see

Brendon's  face  lit  like a child's at Christmas.  Following his

eyeline, her gaze fell into her own extending cleavage, now mark-

ing out a DD-cupped chest.



    "My breasts!   Look  at  my  breasts!"  Jill  squeaked.   She

dropped  her chalk and it shattered on the wood floor.  Her writ-

ing hand made palm marks on her dress where she grasped the sides

of  her now larger bust.  The growth continued slightly, starting

to cause little tears to appear in the seam  that  ran  down  the

front of the dress.



    "I'm blowing up, Brendon.   My  boobs  are  actually  getting

bigger!!!"



    "I know," Brendon drooled, his eyes beginning to glaze over.



    The growth stopped, and Jill turned to look at herself in the

reflection  of the walk-in freezer.  She looked to have gained 30

lbs, not counting her chest.  And her hair?!?!



    "I'm getting....blonde?" Jill noticed, then refocusing on the

outstanding part of this development.  The pain from the unrelin-

quishing bra was beginning to seep through her shock, but  before

she  could  attend  to  relieving  it, her eyes noticed Brendon's

grinning face again.



    "Why are you just sitting there?  Quit staring at me.   Can't

you see I need some help?" Jill pleaded.



    Brendon surprised Jill by letting out a sound that could only

be  diagnosed  as  a Beavis laugh.  He then reached out a hand to

squeeze one of her mammoth mammaries.  Jill became livid.



    "Look Cro-Magnon man.  Just because a woman has large breasts

does  not  mean  you  get  squeezing rights.  Women in history, I

quote,  "Have  been  oppressed  by  their   captors,   man,   for

countless..."Jill spouted.



    Brendon grinned as  Jill's  boobs  began  to  billow  outward

again, causing the tears to widen longer.  Soon, he could see the

front of her bra, which by now was merely a string around her in-

flating  volleyballs.  Jill seemed to get even more adamant about

convincing Brendon what he was doing was wrong, causing her  tits

to swell all the more.



    POP!  Jill's tits jiggled a bit as her bra broke, letting her

chest  fill  out her tortured dress even more.  The rips were al-

most joining now.  With each breath Jill took, a little  rip  let

Brendon  know  her breasts were blowing up that much bigger.  Her

hair was now completely blonde, and her figure had filled to that

of Anna Nicole Smith, except for her basketball sized jugs.



    "...and  if  you  can't  take  your  eyes  off  my  expanding

chest...my..."Jill slowed.  "Holy Shit!"



    Jill felt the front of her dress.  Flesh from  her  enlarging

boobs  was  seeping out the tear holes, showing just how much her

breasts were being squeezed by her now far-too-small dress.   She

moaned  as  her  hands  brushed  across  her  hardening  nipples,

surprisingly the same size they'd always been.



    Brendon's breathing became  erratic  and  he  leaped  towards

Jill,  pulling on the fabric of her dress.  RRIIIPPPP!  The dress

thankfully unloaded it payload.  Jill shrieked at  the  sight  of

the nerdy little man staring slobberingly at her titanic titties.

She boob-butted him to the ground and ran yelling  from  his  of-

fice.



    With her added weight, she found running  to  be  quiet  dif-

ferent.   As she hit her office, she couldn't help but notice how

long it took her naked chest to stop moving.  They  continued  to

bounce and sway, rubbing against the torn fabric of the dress and

each other.  Her head swimming, she sat down at her  desk.   This

caused  her  to  knock over half the items on her desktop and she

realized that her huge hooters were as real as they felt.



    The air conditioned room was cold, making her  nipples  stand

straight out.  She lay her head on the desk, trying to center her

thoughts.  Her breasts had stopped growing, but  the  damage  had

been  done.   Her  boobs  were  huge!  She'd have trouble sitting

behind the wheel of her car to drive home, they were so big.



    As she sat sobbing, she looked at her notes from the previous

night.   This  time, she didn't pass up the extra hormone part of

the report.  As her brain centered on the calculations, she  felt

her boobs begin to tingle.  She concentrated on the paper, begin-

ning to scribble notes, ignoring the filling feeling  that  began

again in her bosom.  30 seconds later, she finished her analysis,

and had grown an extra 10 inches to stop at what she figured  had

to be a 60 inch bust.



    "Cerebral stimulation resulting in hormonal  imbalance,"  was

underlined  at  the bottom of the page.  Jill had figured it out.

Her body was  changing  to  represent  what  she  resented  most;

blonde-haired,  buxom  bimbos.   Meanwhile, her brain was able to

deduce the most complex of equations.  And following this theory,

she  might  be able to reduce her chest size by not using her in-

telligence for a period of time, but each time  she  resumed  her

higher functions, she'd begin to balloon up again.



    "Oh my...this means...," Jill realized, bringing her hands up

to  her  face.   "No one's ever going to take me seriously.  Each

time I get into a debate or a lecture, all the men are  going  to

be  watching me pop buttons on my blouses as my breasts enlarge."

She sat back in her chair, resting her elbows in the soft pillows

of flesh her now-enormous breasts had formed.    Her life was go-

ing to get complicated, fast.  She'd been ordered by the board to

give  daily  briefings at the corporate headquarters for the next

two weeks.



How would she pull that off?                                  * *

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From: lubbersr@fiu.edu (Dr Hooters)

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Subject: DR. HOOTERS (Breast Saga 2/7)

Date: 12 Aug 1994 23:42:06 GMT

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    A knock at her office door interrupted brought  her  back  to

the  present  quickly.  It was the weekend secretary, Mary.  "You

OK, Jill?"

 

    'She must have heard me  yelling  my  fool  head  off,'  Jill

thought.   "Yeah,  Mary,  I'm  OK;  just got a scare, that's all.

Thanks for checking."

 

    Jill could sense Mary's indecision; there had been a  lot  of

noise for someone who was just spooked.  Finally Mary said, "OK,"

and headed back to her desk.

 

    That crisis narrowly averted, Jill quickly decided  upon  her

immediate course of action, so as not to have too much additional

growth for the time being.  First and foremost, she needed to get

home, where she wouldn't be discovered like this.  To do that she

needed her breasts to shrink at leastsomewhat so that  she  could

drive,  and  the cover of night.  She also needed to take care of

Brendon and the briefings somehow; she couldn't  afford  to  give

thought  to those problems yet, but would have to have the things

she needed at home where she could work on them.

 

    Now, how to avoid complex thoughts.   She  considered  sleep,

but  realized  that  even  the  brain  activity of sleep might be

enough to trigger additional breast growth; it wasn't worth risk-

ing  in any case.  The proper solution came to her quickly; there

was a little black and white TV in the corner of the  lab,  which

the technician had kindly connected to cable for Jill.  While her

favorite was out, a shopping channel should do the trick.

 

    Quickly choosing and collection the things she'd  need,  Jill

was  at  the  TV less than 5 minutes after she'd begun working on

the problem.  She was relieved to know that she hadn't grown much

more while preparing; apparently this problem was straightforward

enough that it hadn't required much brain activity.

 

                                * * *

 

    Watching the shopping networks had been truly awful, particu-

larly  when  Jill knew how much she could be doing.  And watching

her breasts deflate was much like waiting for water to  boil;  it

seemed it never be done.

 

    But, finally, about 10PM she decided it was.  She  still  had

very  large breasts - roughly 44DD - and certainly wasn't a stick

in other ways right now, but at least she could drive  home  now.

Collecting  her  things,  Jill  sneaked out a little-used, little

known exit, and made her way quickly to her  car,  the  last  one

left  in  the lot.  A harrowing 7 minute drive, along back roads,

brought her safely home with no more than one  or  two  onlookers

getting  a  free peepshow.  Jill found that she enjoyed the open-

jawed, dumbfounded expression on the one man she'd  seen.   Maybe

this did have some advantages after all.

 

    Thankful for her attached garage and garage door opener, Jill

walked  into  her house.  Going through the darkened family room,

she caught a sight of herself in the  mirror  and  gasped.   'I'm

gorgeous!' she thought, in spite of herself.  Even having come to

hate the blonde, buxom, 'n braindead look, Jill couldn't help but

admire herself in the mirror.  Her face looked so much softer and

prettier, and her blonde hair  complemented  her  body  extremely

well.  A bit excited now, Jill hurried up to her room.

 

    Removing what remained of her  dress,  plus  her  slip,  pan-

tyhose, and shoes, Jill looked at herself in the full length mir-

ror on the wall.  She certainly wasn't  a  stick  anymore;  every

part  of  her  body  seemed to have been molded to just the right

shape.  She was astounded by the large breasts she  now  sported;

somehow  even  with  all  they  had been through, they were still

beautiful, almost magically, without a hint of the stretch  marks

she fully expected to see somewhere.

 

    'Oh well, first things first,' Jill thought.  She headed into

her  bathroom,  really looking forward to a shower.  As she began

to soap up, however, other thoughts entered her  head.   She  was

getting  turned on; even the lightest touch on her nipples or the

inside of her thighs was  turning  up  the  heat  rapidly.   Jill

quickly  rinsed  herself and headed to bed.  Not knowing what she

would need to do the next day, Jill decided to allow herself just

three  hours of sleep in hope of keeping her sleeping thoughts to

a minimum.  After setting her alarm clock  and  turning  off  the

light  beside  her bed, Jill tried to get to sleep but found her-

self drawn toward her own body.

 

    Figuring that masturbation could only help her get to  sleep,

Jill  began  playing with herself, one hand tugging at her nipple

while another massage her clit.  She was amazed  at  how  quickly

she  was becoming excited; normally it would take a lot more than

this to really heat her up.  Less than a minute after  she'd  be-

gun,  Jill came; it didn't take much longer for her to come twice

more.  Amazed at how responsive her body had been,  Jill  drifted

off to sleep.

 

                                * * *

 

    At 2AM,  to  the  sound  of  her  alarm  clock,  Jill  awoke.

Surprisingly refreshed, she got down to business.

 

    First, she needed to see  where  her  bustline  was  starting

from.   She  would need to do a lot of thinking today, and wanted

to know exactly what affect it would have.  Finding a tape  meas-

ure,  she discovered her breasts were now 45 inches around.  They

seemed to be about the same size as they had been when  she  went

to sleep.

 

    Gathering her things together, Jill decided to go back to her

bedroom  to  think.  If she was going to grow, she could at least

be comfortable doing it.  Sitting up, with her back  against  the

headboard,  Jill  started a stopwatch and began to ponder her two

remaining immediate problems.

 

    First,  she  decided,  were  the  briefings.   She  certainly

couldn't  do them as is; she would never be taken seriously.  And

there was no one else who knew the material who could be sent  in

her  place;  even  if  there  was, it would be detrimental to her

career.  Jill felt the tingling in her  breasts  starting  again,

but ignored it.

 

    What if she cloned herself?  Whereas a day ago she would have

dismissed  the  idea  out  of  hand, now she felt able to give it

serious consideration.  Without a thought as  to  the  effect  it

would  have  upon her body, Jill found herself determining how to

create a clone, how to artificially age it in the time available,

and  even  how to ensure that the genetic material she used would

not be tainted by the hormones she  had  injected  herself  with.

Then she realized that even she was stumped by the problem of how

to transfer her memories to her clone; she thought she might have

a  solution to the problem, but not one that could be implemented

in one month not to mention one day.     "Shit!"   Jill  hit  the

stopwatch  and  looked  at it - all the work she'd done mentally,

work that would have required a millennia of man-hours,  she  had

completed in just two minutes.

 

    As she looked down at her body, however, she  saw  just  what

two  minutes  meant  to her now.  Her boobs reached down past her

knees on her outstretched legs.  Her tape measure no longer quite

did the job, but as near as she could determine her tits were now

85 inches around.  Idly she wondered what  cup  size  that  would

make her; about a ZZ or so, if such a thing existed.

 

    "So my breasts are growing about 20 inches  a  minute,"  Jill

noted.  "God, I hope I don't hit any more dead ends."

 

    Just to be sure, Jill stood up slowly an checked the rest  of

her body in the mirror.  It seemed that the only other change had

been in her hair; while still a beautiful blonde, it was signifi-

cantly  longer,  falling  past her shoulders now.  What surprised

Jill, though, was how sexy she still looked to herself, even with

her  tits hanging down past her belly button.  She almost gave in

and played with herself again, but decided that work came first.

 

    'OK, then, a clone won't work,' Jill thought,  scribbling  on

her  notepad as she settled back onto her bed.  'What about a fix

to the hormones?'  The tingling was back; it  had  become  almost

familiar and pleasurable, now.  Scribbled furiously, Jill found a

solution.  Not the one she had been looking  for,  but  one  that

would work nonetheless.  Working quickly, her breasts swelling to

such proportions as to get in her way even just  sitting  as  she

was, she mixed the potion.  "Well, bottom's up!"  Jill downed the

solution, and looked down at herself.

 

    Her boobs  were  incredibly  huge  now.   Each  tit  probably

weighed more than the rest of Jill, stretching out past her feet.

Using the tape measure for the one measurement  she  could  still

take,  Jill  discovered that her breasts were now a mind boggling

40 inches in circumference.  She thought about what her  measure-

ments  might  be - maybe  150-23-37 - and laughed.  Time to prove

out her potion now, though.

 

    Closing her eyes, Jill imagined herself as she had  been  two

days  before - "The Stick".  Opening her eyes, she discovered ex-

actly what she expected to see - her old body.  Quickly solving a

mathematical problem which had been vexing her convinced her that

things were working correctly now - the hormones  her  body  pro-

duced  were stored rather than sent into her bloodstream, leaving

her plain ol' Jill.

 

    Somehow, she wasn't completely happy about the  her  victory,

though.  She might still despise brainless blonde bimbos, but be-

ing a genius blonde bombshell had been kind of fun.  Closing  her

eyes again, she concentrated on how she had looked when she exam-

ined herself the night before -  "The  Bombshell".   Opening  her

eyes, she was pleased to see that her potion had worked properly;

she looked once again as she had the night before.

 

    "OK, that's one problem down, one to  go.   Now  what  to  do

about  Brendon...,"  Jill mused.  Very quickly an evil thought of

revenge came upon her.  Transforming herself back into the Stick,

so  that she would have some clothes that would fit, Jill slipped

herself into a tight outfit she thought perfect for the opportun-

ity, collected her things, and headed back to work.

 

                                * * *

 

    Brendon was spending Sunday evening reading  the  paper,  and

trying  to  recover  from  the  events  of  the previous day.  He

couldn't figure out what had happened - he surely must have  been

hallucinating  -  but he'd acted like a sex-starved boob.  Which,

he figured, he was; it  still  didn't  make  his  actions  right,

though.

 

    A little after 7PM, there came a knock on his apartment door.

Brendon was startled for a minute - he couldn't remember the last

time he'd had an unexpected visitor - but  he  quickly  recovered

and  went to the door.  Looking through the peephole, he was even

more surprised to see Jill; seeing her looking as she always had,

he  decided  that  yesterday must have just been a hallucination.

Brendon unlatched and opened the door.

 

    "Hi, Brendon"

 

    "Hi, Jill.  I certainly didn't expect to see you here."

 

    "Well, Brendon, I just wanted to make sure everything was  OK

after  yesterday's incident.  Me, yelling my fool head off, geez.

I'm surprised Mary didn't call the police on you."  Jill  stepped

inside, and the two of them started into the living room.

 

    Somewhat puzzled by  Jill's  apology,  Brendon  decided  that

things must not have gone as he'd imagined them.  Maybe he wasn't

such a jerk after all.

 

"Don't worry about it, Jill.  Everything sorted itself out."

 

    Jill seemed genuinely excited by Brendon's forgiveness.   "Oh

good,  Brendon,  'cause  I  couldn't  bear  to see our friendship

ruined over this.  I must admit though, that  there's  more  than

one  reason  I  came over here..." Rather than sitting down, Jill

was moving toward Brendon now, backing him towards  the  rest  of

his apartment.

 

    Brendon stammered, "W-w-what's th-that?"

 

    Jill smiled as she put her hands on Brendon's sides, continu-

ing  to  back  him  towards  the open bedroom door she'd spotted.

"Well, Brendon, I realized only after our little incident yester-

day just how much you turn me on."

 

    Brendon, flushed, tried to respond  but  couldn't  quite  get

anything out.

 

    In Brendon's bedroom now, Jill  continued  her  come-on.   "I

want  you  Brendon, and I want you now."  She pushed him onto the

bed.  "You've got me so hot...  I've  got  to  have  you."   Jill

ripped  Brendon's shirt off, and started working on his pants.  A

growing erection slowed her down briefly.  "I think you  want  me

too, now don't you?"

 

    Brendon nodded.  His mind raced, but he wasn't going to  even

consider trying to do anything that might stop Jill.

 

    Letting Brendon's mostly hard penis free, Jill continued.  "I

thought so."  Already Brendon's penis was a good six inches; Jill

was pleased that  at  least  this  belied  his  nerdy  dress  and

manners.   Taking little nibbles and licks at his penis, Jill be-

gan working her way out of her own clothes.

 

    Brendon couldn't believe what was going on.  A blowjob?  He'd

heard  stories,  but never thought he be getting one.  It felt so

good, he almost climaxed at  the  first  full  stroke  of  Jill's

tongue.

 

    Having gotten Brendon fully hard, a solid seven  inches  Jill

knew  she'd enjoy, she worked her way up his body, finally impal-

ing herself on Brendon's  penis.   Sensing  his  excitement,  she

worked  him  very  carefully.   She had a couple of surprises for

him, and they would be so much more fun to deliver before Brendon

came.   She was thankful she'd thought to take a second injection

of the smart drug; her mind now made such matters as mind-reading

child's  play.  Realizing Brendon couldn't hold back much longer,

Jill began the orgasmic transformation into the  Bombshell,  much

slower this time.

 

    Brendon couldn't believe what was going on.  Not only  was  a

woman making love to him, but something was happening to her.  He

watched, entranced, as Jill's naked body mutated.  It was  occur-

ring  just at it had yesterday, but this time Jill was naked from

the start, and Brendon could watch her breasts expand, watch  her

hair lighten, and catch a glimpse of her newly beautiful ass. The

growing weight on his chest was  extremely  erotic;  he  couldn't

hold back, so he let himself go and came.

 

    At the moment of Brendon's orgasm, Jill pulled out the needle

she'd hidden in her dress, which she'd carefully left beside them

on the bed.  Lost in his orgasm, Brendon barely noticed the prick

in  his  arm,  and  did  nothing  to stop it.  Her mission accom-

plished, Jill stood up, allowing Brendon's cum to empty out  onto

his penis and balls.

 

    "OK, Brendon, now you've gotten what  you  wanted,  and  I've

gotten  what  I  wanted.  In case you'd forgotten, I'll be out of

the office the next two weeks; I'll stop by when I get back."

 

    Still groggy, Brendon wondered what Jill had meant  by  'I've

gotten what I wanted'.

 

                                * * *

 

    After leaving Brendon's  bedroom,  Jill  drove  back  to  her

apartment.  This super-brain stuff is great, Jill thought, as she

kept tuned in on Brendon's thoughts.

 

    Still lying on his bed, soaked in sweat, Brendon felt a  tin-

gle  go through his body.  Not sure what to make of it, he sat up

and examined himself.  His penis was limp now, and covered in his

cum, but he certainly looked OK.  The tingle began again, though,

and he noticed that his penis didn't look  right  somehow.   Even

fully  flaccid  it was generally bigger than this.  As he watched

it continued to shrink, along with his balls.

 

    After all that had happened,  Brendon  could  do  little  but

watch  as  his  body  changed.  His legs were looking thinner now

too.  What really startled him, though, was when something got in

the  way  of  his  view.  Reaching up his now dainty hands to his

chest, Brendon found breasts.  Not  large  breasts,  but  breasts

nonetheless;  what  chest  hair  he  had  was  gone too.  And his

breasts were growing at an incredible rate; remembering what  had

happened  to Jill earlier, he knew that she was responsible.  For

now, however, he could  only  watch  in  amazement  as  his  body

changed.

 

    Standing up to look in the mirror above his dresser,  Brendon

was  amazed  to  see  the face looking back at him.  HIS face, he

knew, but it didn't seem real somehow.  He reached to  touch  his

silky  smooth  cheeks,  where  there had been five o'clock shadow

just minutes before.  His hair, like Jill's, had  turned  blonde;

his  was  significantly  longer  as  well,  brushing  against his

shoulders.   His  lips  seemed  fuller,  and  his   prominent-if-

dignified  nose  could  now  be  best  described as "pert".  have

changed.'  It was true, the eyes looking back at him were not the

plain  brown  eyes  he'd  grown  so  accustomed  to, but a set of

ocean-blue eyes he could drown in.

 

    Letting his eyes drift down further, he gasped in shock;  the

pitch  of  his  voice  left  him  even  further taken aback.  His

breasts had developed far beyond "large", past "huge", into  "su-

pernatural".  They were heavy enough to be difficult to lift, but

were somehow held up firmly and proudly.  Jill laughed a  bit  to

herself  as  she sensed Brendon examining them; if he'd known the

work it had taken to make breasts like his stand out  like  this,

he'd have been amazed.  Even having been the one that had managed

it, she was amazed at how well the muscular and bone changes  had

worked.

 

    Seeing his body, even knowing it was his, was turning Brendon

on.   He had a hard on, or what felt like a hard on, but couldn't

figure out what it really was.   Getting  his  hands  around  his

breasts  to  his  pussy, he discovered his clit; he also made his

breasts thrust out even more, allowing  him  to  notice  his  own

large  nipples  getting hard.  He'd never seen nipples this large

before, and so curious, he let one hand reach up to play with his

left nipple.  Soon he was playing with it mercilessly, while also

massaging his clit more and more rapidly.  Unable  to  hold  back

any more, he lied back down on the bed, and worked himself to or-

gasm.  Continuing on, he soon found the pleasure of multiple  or-

gasms, and continued masturbating for some time.

 

    Brendon's playing had started Jill's motor revving before she

was  able  to disconnect; having nothing else that needed done at

the moment, Jill decided to allow herself her own pleasure.

 

                                * * *

 

    The two weeks of business briefings were very busy  ones  for

Jill.   The briefings themselves were quite interesting; since no

matter what happened, Jill could convince everyone that they  had

simply  heard  a  brilliant  presentation, she decided to use the

meetings as her very own psychological experiments.

 

    The first meeting Jill used as the control; she presented her

material  in  a  remarkable  way,  generating  many very positive

responses when the day was through.  But not a single man in  the

room  really saw her as a woman or was in the least bit turned on

by her.  In some ways, it was nice;  they  listened  attentively,

and  learned much.  In other ways, though, Jill was disappointed.

She certainly didn't want them ignoring her, but even just a  few

surface thoughts about her appearance would have been nice.

 

    Her next presentation she gave in exactly  the  same  manner,

but  completely nude.  Still, though, there was more attention to

her  presentation  then  to  her.   After  a  number  of  shocked

responses,  and  numerous impulses to leave which she had to sti-

fle, things went along almost as they had the first day.

 

    For her third presentation, Jill decided to  see  what  would

have  happened  had  the scenario she'd worried about come to be.

She started the presentation normally, but let  the  hormones  in

her  body  take  effect.   She intentionally slowed the rate down

significantly; otherwise she'd have filled the  auditorium  where

she was speaking with her breasts before the first break.  Still,

it was an impressive show; the men stared uncontrollably  at  her

as  her  breasts  burst their bonds and continued to grow.  Their

thoughts ranged from lust to disgust; the  thoughts  of  the  few

woman  in  the audience were even worse, save for a strong beacon

of pity one woman gave off.  Just out of curiosity, Jill let  her

breasts  continue  to grow throughout the day.  Mid morning, they

reached the floor, giving Jill a  thrill  as  her  nipples  first

touched.   By  noon,  Jill  had  a  hard time moving; her breasts

outweighed the rest of her body.  Finally, by the end of the day,

her  breasts  had  grown so large as to be difficult to see over;

they stood five feet high, and five feet out from her body.  Jill

had  also  made her nipples grow with her breasts; they now stood

out nearly a foot, and centered aureoles almost a yard in  diame-

ter.   Jill  couldn't believe anyone would be sexually excited by

these monstrosities, but many men in the audience were;  she  had

to  keep them in their seats with her will.  Finally, her presen-

tation done, she let them go; five rushed quickly  to  the  stage

and  began molesting her.  Or, at least, her breasts; they seemed

to have no interest in Jill herself.  Finally disgusted by  their

actions  and  not  turned  on by what little they were doing that

might have excited her, Jill  restored  her  body,  and  left  in

everyone  the  memories  of  the presentation she'd done with the

control group.

 

    The remaining briefings offered many other experiments;  Jill

tried  two  different  voices - one high pitched and squeaky, the

other low and sultry.  She also gave one  awful  presentation  to

see  what  reaction she would get.  Perhaps the most interesting,

however, was the presentation she gave as a man.  It was the same

presentation she done to start off, but still every single man in

the room gave her more credibility because she was a  man.   Com-

bined with the animalistic reactions she'd received from many men

earlier, Jill was becoming quite disenchanted with half the human

race.

 

                                * * *

 

    During the evenings, as she traveled around the country, Jill

played the role of benevolent goddess.  Mentally drawing informa-

tion from wherever she needed it, Jill submitted  incredible  pa-

pers  all  over the world.  She knew many of the plans would take

years to be enacted, but still, it was worth the effort.  In  two

weeks,  she'd  written economic plans, environmental plans, plans

to stop hunger, crime, and most other ills of the world, and pro-

vided  much  needed  breakthroughs  in  medicine  and technology.

There were only two things Jill explicitly  decided  not  to  di-

vulge;  she  would not help the space programs, and she would not

divulge her smart drug.  Both were for selfish reasons, she would

readily  admit; she didn't want anyone else to have the power she

did.  Her own theories convinced her that there  was  intelligent

life  elsewhere;  she  didn't really want to risk the possibility

that they might be more intelligent than even herself.

 

    Jill's favorite activity as she traveled, however, was  look-

ing in on Brendon.  She had decided to wait until she got back to

change him back; that certainly would give  him  enough  time  to

learn his lesson.

 

    The first day, it certainly looked like he was  learning  his

lesson.   Jill watched mentally as he called in sick to work, and

spent day sulking  around  the  house.   Brendon's  reaction  the

second  day  surprised  Jill  though.   After  calling in, he got

dressed as well as he could, and headed out.

 

 

Checking in on him later, she found him back at home  with  boxes

and  boxes of clothes.  She watched amusedly as he tried them on;

they just don't make clothes for the size woman Brendon  had  be-

come, and his new clothes fit only marginally better than his old

clothes.  The bra he'd bought was the wrong size  altogether;  it

ended  up  looking more like a string bikini on Brendon's massive

breasts than a useful undergarment.

 

    Fascinated by how well Brendon was making out, Jill began  to

pay more attention.  It was incredibly easy, she found, to follow

Brendon's activities mentally while doing whatever else needed to

be done at the time.  On the third day, Brendon headed out again,

this time to speciality shops and to a few custom-clothing shops.

Jill was amazed at his resourcefulness, and at how good he looked

in his new clothes.  Over the next few days, Jill watched  as  he

worked  incessantly  on such things as walking in heels, applying

makeup, and dressing his new body.  Jill almost decided to change

him  back  then and there, but decided against it because Brendon

did seem to be enjoying the experience so much.

 

    The activities of the second  week,  however,  truly  shocked

Jill.   She  watched as Brendon got a job at a strip joint on the

outskirts of town, almost convinced that she  was  following  the

wrong  person.   In  this  new female body for little more than a

week, Brendon still managed to look like a pro.   Over  the  week

Jill watched all the big and little events in Brendon's life, in-

cluding to her amazement his first gynecological  exam,  but  was

not thrown into disbelief again until she looked in on his Friday

night performance as she flew home.  The performance  itself  was

impressive,  Brendon  showing significant improvement in just his

first week.  What shocked Jill, however, was  the  offer  he  re-

ceived  to  to  a  porno film afterwards and his rapid agreement.

'My God,' Jill thought, 'not only have I created a monster,  I've

created  a  slut.   Well, maybe not - he's still a virgin.'  This

gave Jill a thought.

 

                                * * *

 

    It was almost midnight when Brendon heard the  knock  on  his

door;  with  all  the  excitement of the past two weeks, he would

have been up anyway, but this knock he was expecting.  He  opened

the  door  to see an incredible specimen of a man; six feet tall,

muscular, handsome, and with a huge bulge in his jeans.

 

    "Hello, Jill," Brendon said in his most seductive voice.

 

    Jill was a bit taken aback. "How did you know?"

 

    "Easy, Jill. You were able to change my body, and  were  gone

for  the  past  two  weeks.   I  knew  you'd come back to see the

results."

 

    "I've been watching," Jill  responded,  not  certain  how  to

proceed.

 

    "Oh, good.  Don't I make a good girl?"  Brendon  glowed  with

pride, and it made him look all the sexier.  "You know, I've been

saving myself for you."

 

    Jill didn't know this; it annoyed her that she  didn't.   Be-

fore  she'd  said anything, Brendon grabbed her hand with his and

started leading her into his bedroom.

 

    "Come on Jill.  I can't wait much longer.  I'm always so HOR-

NY in this body..."

 

    Jill followed Brendon into the bedroom, and let him  lie  her

down  on  the  bed.   He removed her shirt, shoes, and socks, and

then finally his pants and underpants.  He noticeably gasped when

he saw Jill's cock - it was a foot long, and still growing.

 

    "My god you've got a big one  Jill!   Not  that  I'm  one  to

talk..."  Brendon  pulled  his T-shirt and bra off in one motion,

revealing his tits.  Jill looked in amazement as Brendon  contin-

ued  to  strip.   She knew how big they were, but still they were

even more impressive in person.

 

    Coming over to Jill, Brendon began rubbing his  body  against

Jill's,  and playing with her now rock-hard penis.  "You know how

big they are, Jill?  Sixty three inches.  Sixty three  incredible

inches.   63-24-38.  I've looked in big boob magazines for years,

and while some women claim to be twice as big as that, not one of

Tem   has  bigger tits than I do.S  Brendon smiled seductively at

Jill.  RAnd they arenUt nearly as hot and sexy either,  baby,  ",

he added.

 

    Jill couldn't help but be turned on by Brendon's actions; un-

familiar  with  the  body she was in, she nonetheless enjoyed the

focused sensations in her penis.  And Brendon certainly knew what

he was doing.  'Well then,' Jill thought, 'maybe it's time that I

show him that I know what to do to a woman's body.'

 

    Brendon offered no resistance as Jill rose up, picked Brendon

up  almost  effortlessly,  and  laid him down where she had been.

Jill then began playing with Brendon's tits and clit,  using  her

own  memories and readings from Brendon to excite him as fully as

possible.  She didn't want to wear him out before she'd  had  her

own pleasure, though, so she stopped before he reached orgasm and

thrust her penis into him.

 

    Neither Jill nor Brendon was capable of much rational thought

after that.  Jill glowed in the concentrated sensations her penis

gave her, and the feeling of control her larger  body  gave  her.

Brendon, on the other hand, was thrilled with the array of sensa-

tions coming at him, and the feeling of protection Jill was  giv-

ing  him.   He  was  almost disappointed when Jill came; when she

continued on, apparently having made whatever modifications  were

needed  to  do so in advance, Brendon found himself coming almost

instantly.  They continued for hours, Jill's abilities  providing

the  extra  energy when needed.  Brendon fell asleep with Jill at

his back, holding what she could of his huge right breast.

 

    The next morning, Jill  went  to  Brendon  before  she  left.

"Brendon?"

 

    Brendon decided to let her in on his decision.  "Brenda, now,

I think."

 

    Jill smiled.  "I knew.  I just wanted to give you the  chance

to  tell  me.  You know, I was going to end you two weeks of pun-

ishment by coming back and changing you  back.   But,  since  you

don't seem to want that, what would you like?  Oh, and don't wor-

ry about your various records and what not.  I've taken  care  of

those.  Brenda."

 

    Brenda was relieved to hear that; she had been  worried  what

would  happen if she'd needed identification somewhere.  She then

turned her thoughts to what she would like.   "You  really  don't

have  to  do  anything, you know.  I'm still enjoying what you've

already done."

 

    Jill blushed a bit at that comment.  "Still, you deserve  it.

Name something."

 

    Brenda hesitated.  "Anything?"

 

    "Anything."

 

    "Could you make me bigger?"

 

 



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Jill paused to give Brenda's request some thought.  She  had  in-

jected Brendon with the same hormone she had used on herself.  It

should produce the same effects; mental  stimulation  leading  to

breast  growth.   She  wrote an equation on a sheet of paper, and

passed it to Brenda, who was absent-mindedly  stroking  his  huge

breasts.   "Brenda, dear", Jill cooed, "see if you can solve this

equation for me."

 

Brenda giggled.  "Oh Jill, that's way too  hard.   I  just  don't

seem to be able to concentrate on that sort of thing any more."

 

Jill tried another equation, then another, then another, progres-

sively  simpler.  Brenda just sat on the edge of the bed and gig-

gled, his  impressive  breasts  shaking  and  jiggling  with  his

laughter.   It was useless.  When Jill had  injected herself with

the hormone, her body changed into that of a big-breasted  blonde

bimbo,  but  had  increased  her brain power a hundred-fold.  The

same  hormone had changed Brendon from a reasonably capable  Phy-

sics  grad  student  into,  well, a beautiful big-breasted blonde

fuck-bunny, without a thought in his pretty head.

 

It had to have something to  do  with  his  male  hormones,  Jill

thought,  and she  pondered the variables in her head, her power-

ful intellect reviewing possible interactions.  She was  lost  in

thought  until she was forced back to reality by the sensation of

something slapping her in the face.

 

Jill was astounded!  When she switched to  this  male  body,  she

forgot  to "turn off" the action of the hormone, and her dick had

grown to gigantic proportions under the stimulus  of  her  mental

activity.  Although she was seated on the edge of the bed next to

Brenda, her dick came up to eye level.  The head  was  about  the

size  of a small orange, and the shaft was thicker than she could

encompass with one hand, although she could comfortably  encircle

it with both.

 

Brenda was delighted.  He burst into laughter, tossing  his  long

blonde  hair  and  shaking his big tits.  "I asked you to make me

bigger, Jill, not yourself." Jill stood up, and grabbed her  huge

derrick-like  prong  with  both hands, and  rejoiced.  She under-

stood now why men admired and envied other men with large  dicks.

SHe felt eminently powerful, unstoppable, potent beyond her wild-

est imaginations.  Her softball-sized testicles hung  halfway  to

her  knees,  and she couldn't believe how insistent her huge dick

was, how it was screaming for more sex, even though she and Bren-

da  had  just finished over three hours of exhausting love-making

the night before.

 

Brenda was blushing with desire all the way to the points of  his

enormous  breasts.   He  lay back on the bed, whimpering to Jill.

"I've never seen a dick like yours, Jill.  You're more of  a  man

now than anyone I ever met.  Take me with that huge cock, Jill."

 

Jill turned to face Brenda.  Even though she was standing at  the

foot  of the bed, and Brenda was reclining against the headboard,

the head of her monstrous dick hovered only a  foot  or  so  away

from  Brenda's  flushed face.  Jill roared like a bull.  "Look at

this cock!", she bellowed, "IUd split you in  two  like  a  roast

chicken!"

 

 Brenda smiled slyly, grabbed a  jar  of  facial  cream  off  the

nightstand,  and  began to rub it all over his sixty-three inches

of tit flesh.  It took the  better part of the jar to  cover  his

mammoth  mounds, but when he was finished,  he took a dab of what

remained and patted it onto the  head  of  Jill's  mighty   cock.

Jill  felt  a  tremor  of desire run from the tip of her engorged

glans,  down the length of her shaft, and into the  swaying  sack

of her swollen testicles.  She howled with the need to plunge her

brontosaurian dick deep  into Brenda, regardless of the effect it

might have on him.

 

"Fuck my giant tits, Jill", implored Brenda, "Maybe  you're  more

of  a  man  than  I ever was, but by God, I'm more woman now than

anyone, and I can take you easily between my big tits."  As if to

make his point, Brenda hoisted his huge breasts towards the ceil-

ing in invitation.  Jill crawled  onto  the  bed,  and   gingerly

lowered her ponderous dong into the canyon between Brenda's tits.

She sighed with satisfaction to see that Brenda, indeed, was wom-

an  enough  now  to satisfy her.  Brenda's meaty mams gripped the

head and about a third of her shaft in a  warm,  fleshy  embrace,

and  as Jill began to pump with her enormous dick, Brenda pressed

his breasts together to maintain a delicious pressure on it.

 

And so the giants made love.  Jill was almost beside herself with

the  ecstatic  sensations  running  up  and down the shaft of her

now-enormous prong, and from  the moans  and  gasps  coming  from

Brenda's  sweet little mouth, he was enjoying it as well.  Jill's

orgasm came like the  tide,  beginning  in  her  tormented  head,

shuddering  its  way down the long expanse of her shaft, and ter-

minating in the aching sack of her scrotum.   She  began  tossing

cum all over Brenda's hair and  face.  Cum? She shouldn't be mak-

ing cum, she thought.  She looked  over  the   fleshy  mounds  of

Brenda's  huge  breasts at the tip of her great dick, still spit-

ting cum all over Brenda's face, neck, the pillows  of  the  bed,

the wall behind them.

 

Jill didn't stop cumming for about five minutes.  By  that  time,

Brenda  was fairly buried, but he was howling in a thundering or-

gasm himself.   He grabbed his nipples,  now  about  four  inches

long  and  red  as  beets, and squeezed them roughly.  After Jill

finished cumming, she rolled over to her  side  of  the  bed  and

watched Brenda convulse in the last throes of his massive orgasm.

 

Odd, she thought, a cigarette would be really good right now.

 

Jill then saw that her cum wasn't  like  ordinary  cum.   It  was

lighter  in  color and more consistent, not runny like men's cum.

Brenda lifted a  dainty  finger   and  put  some  in  her  mouth.

"Mmmm!", he declared, "If all cum tasted this good, I'd be a con-

firmed cocksucker from here  on  out!"   Brenda  began  devouring

Jill's  cum  off  his body, off the sheets, and wherever he could

find it.

 

It suddenly dawned on Jill that her cum was  most  probably  com-

posed  of  the  same  hormone  which  had  triggered both her amd

Brendon's transformations.  How much of it had Brenda consumed by

now?   A  pint?  A quart? More?  Jill watched, but didn't see any

drastic change coming over Brenda  right  then.   Indeed,  Brenda

started  yawning,  cuddled  up  into Jill's lap, and fell quickly

into a deep and contented slumber.  When Jill's erection  finally

subsided,  she concentrated, reduced her cock to manageable size,

dressed, and left.

 

Over the next few days, Jill found that, although she almost lim-

itless  control  over the shape of her body, when left to herself

she fell into one of three shapes; her own normal form,  that  of

the  Blonde  Bombshell,  and  that  of the Stud who had delighted

Brenda so.  Jill as herself seemed immune to the working  of  the

hormone,  so  that  she chose to do most of her heavy thinking in

her old form.

 

The Bombshell and the Stud were sensitive to mental activity, and

Jill  had  toconsciously counteract the working of the hormone if

her boobs or her dick were not to  swell  to  outlandish  propor-

tions.   As  the  Bombshell,  Jill  found  it  easier  to pick up

thoughts and sensations from other minds, but the  Bombshell  was

extremely responsive sexually, and Jill found out that the sexual

maintenance of her new body took a lot of her time.  Fortunately,

with   hermodel  looks  and  seventy-two  inch  breasts,  finding

partners was no great problem

 

The Stud was more useful for imposing her will  on  other  minds,

but  he  too required a great deal of sexual upkeep, and Jill had

to work hard to keep his dick from  getting  so  large  that  his

partners  became terrified.  However, droves of women and gay men

found the Stud irresistible, and Jill never  lacked  for  action,

even  though as the Stud, she sometimes required sex four or five

times a day.

 

Over the next few weeks, Jill experimented with her  new  powers.

At  the  lab,  she continued as her old self, but even Julie, who

tormented her continually before with  her  arrogant  display  of

breastworks,  had to admit that her formerly mousey colleague was

far more assured than ever before.  Jill bit her lip and was  pa-

tient. She had all the time in the world to plan Janet's payback.

 

**************

 

Now that Dr. Reardon had retired, Julie had dropped all  pretense

of  having  received the promotion on any merits other than those

hanging off the  front  of  her  chest.   She  became  completely

tyrannical  to  those under her, and  sycophantic to the point of

nausea to those above her, especially men.  She  dressed  like  a

true  academic  slut, which is to say, no streetwalker could have

shown more thigh or more cleavage.  Needless to say, despite  her

limited  ability,  she  was  capable of producing a great deal of

work from her harassed, but talented staff, which of  course  she

immediately passed off as her own.

 

Julie desperately wanted to find the intellect-enhancing  hormone

which  was  already coursing through Jill's veins.  It was simple

work to keep Julie from finding it, but other members of the team

were  very close to the same breakthrough Jill had made, and Jill

had to send them off on tangents from time to  time  to  preserve

her  secret.   Jill  regretted denying her poor beleaguered  col-

leagues access to the scientific recognition that was  due  them,

but  there  was  no  way she would tolerate Julie as a rival.  In

recompense, she augmented their intelligence, and allowed them to

make  breakthroughs  in other areas. Predictably, Julie would try

to grab the credit, thrusting her huge boobs out when the report-

ers  and newscasters came to call, but Jill made certain that the

correct party was always distinguished, and  Julie  was  made  to

look  very  foolish.  Julie retaliated by firing the team, one by

one, until there was no one left except Jill  and  another  Ph.D.

named Horace.

 

Julie attempted to make Jill's life miserable for her.   She  ac-

cused  Jill  of  hiding information from her, of being jealous of

her  spectacular  figure,  when  Jill  was  so  obviously  under-

developed.   One day, when Julie had an interview with the direc-

tor of the lab,  Jill  came  to  her  with  a  compound  she  had

"discovered".  Julie was displaying every inch of flesh she could

in anticipation of the interview, and even Jill had to admit  she

was  gifted  with  a remarkable body.  Her straight dark red hair

fell past her waist, and she was wearing a thin yellow sun  dress

that  exposed an impressive expanse of freckled breast.  Jill es-

timated that Julie was probably about a 34DD at  the  least,  and

she had practically all of it showing.  Julie's long tapered legs

ended in a  pair of dark-blue,  five-inch  "fuck-me"  pumps  that

caused  her  ass  to move like a mass of Jello on springs.  Julie

was indeed a formidable sexual assault weapon, and it was easy to

see how she had made it so far on so little ability.

 

Well, Jill thought, itUs time to disarm her.

 

"Julie, I want you to take a look at this.", Jill implored.  Jill

drew   an   equation  on  the  board.   "That's  Heribert's  last

transform", Julie remarked, "No one's ever found a proof  for  it

yet."   Julie  was  interested but cross. "Why are you showing me

this?"  Quicky Jill began filling in the statements  of  a   long

and intricate proof, and even Julie could see that Jill was draw-

ing on untapped and inexplicable mental resources.

 

"My God, Jill", Julie gasped, "You've found the  formula!"   Jill

nodded.   "Where, where is the..."  Jill held up a syringe filled

with a milky fluid.  "Do  you  have  the  documentation?",  Julie

demanded.  Jill held up a large binder. "And you've already test-

ed it on yourself, haven't you?"  Jill nodded again.

 

Julie grabbed the syringe from Jill's grasp, and plunged the nee-

dle deep into one of the veins in her left arm.  "If it works for

you, Jill, it'll have to work for me.", Julie giggled,  "It  must

be  nice  for  you  to  be  so smart now,  Jill, heaven knows you

haven't got anything else going for you.  But  can  you  imagine?

With this body, and with enhanced intelligence, I'll be unstoppa-

ble.   I'll be a, a goddess!!"  She patted  Jill  on  the  cheek.

"It's too bad you  couldn't have found something to give you some

boobs to go with those brains, Jill darling."

 

Julie turned to the blackboard and  began  completing  the  proof

that  Jill  had started.  Soon she was completely lost in it, and

Jill saw that the hormone, whose polarity she had  carefully  re-

versed,  was  beginning to take its expected effect.  The rear of

Julie's sundress began to flop loosely as the curves  of  Julie's

ass  melted away, and her arm, as it moved across the blackboard,

lost its roundness and became thin and spindly.

 

Julie screamed.  "My breasts! My breasts!  What have you done  to

my  breasts?"  She  turned around, and Jill saw that Julie's once

impressive display of  frontage had dwindled a couple  of  meager

bumps that wouldn't have done credit  to a healthy nine year old.

The front of the sundress now hung  loosely  off  Julie's  narrow

shoulders.   Jill  stepped  up  to  her, and loosened the straps.

Without Julie's once-awesome curves to hold them up, the sundress

and the bra underneath fell to the floor in a heap.

 

Julie sobbed in total dismay.

 

Then Jill took off her own clothes, and put  Julie's  on.   Julie

watched in awe  as Jill's breasts grew and swelled, until she had

filled Julie's bra beyond its capacity.  Jill turned  around,  to

give  Julie  a  peak  at how the back of the  dress filled out as

Jill's ass grew, lifted,  and  rounded.   Jill's  hair  began  to

straighten  and  darken, and fell to below her waist.  As a final

insult,  Julie watched helplessly as freckles exploded  all  over

Jill's new breasts.

 

"Don't worry about the interview,  Julie  darling,"  Jill  cooed,

"I'll  take  good care of your, er, reputation.  If you want your

old body back, just don't use your new brain.   Twelve  hours  of

Gilligan's  Island  or  Love  Boat, and you  should be as good as

ever.  You see, you can be either smart or stacked.  You  choose.

Brain or butt."

 

Jill opened the door.  "You see, there's only room for  one  god-

dess in this town", she added as she closed it behind her.

 

 

 

Jill quit at the lab the next morning.  After the strip-tease she

performed  with  Janet's "borrowed" body, it didn't look like the

funding would be renewed for the  following  year.   Jill  didn't

follow  Janet  much  after that.  A couple days of mental contact

indicated that Janet preferred having a body to having  a  genius

intellect, and she was religiously avoiding any mental strain.

 

Money turned out to be no problem.   A  beautiful  woman  with  a

seventy-two inch bust and telepathic powers had no trouble quali-

fying for loans at various banks.  Nor did she have much  trouble

multiplying  those  loans  in the stock or commodity markets.  It

took Jill about an hour each morning, in bed, to make  her  picks

for  the  day,  and  she usually went to bed several thousands of

dollars wealthier each night.

 

Mostly, she hung out with Brenda.  Jill had  never  been  big  on

girlfriends  when she was flat-chested, but now she found that no

one understood a woman with a well-endowed chest than another one

equally well-endowed, no matter that "she" had been a "he" only a

few short weeks ago.

 

Brenda had adjusted well to live as a woman.  She earned  a  com-

fortable  living  at  the club, using her spectacular figure, and

her years of life as a man to inflame her audiences,  and  become

the  most  popular  dancer  in the region.  It also appeared that

Brenda had "inherited" Jill's sexual appetites, and would  disap-

pear frequently in the morning and afternoon for sex.

 

Brenda hada direct approach that never failed her.  If  some  guy

caught  her  eye,  she  would plant herself squarely in his path,

thrust her huge tits out, and say directly to  him,  "Sixty-three

inches,  if  you  think  you  can handle it."  It seldom took her

longer than five minutes from stud-alert to spread-eagle  on  her

living room floor.

 

Jill found she preferred a little adventure.  Her maturing powers

gave her a limitless field of play.

 

One day, she stood in front of  the  mirror,  while  waiting  for

Brenda  to  change into her workout gear.  She darkened her skin,

passing swiftly from cream-and-rose to golden bronze  to  coffee-

and  cream  to  deep coal-black.  Her nipples and the lips of her

vulva were almost purple.

 

Next, she darkened her eyes from her usual blue to a  deep  maho-

gany brown.  She passed her now-dusky hands over her blonde hair,

and left it a rich black, thick and wavy,  but  not  kinky.   She

broadened  her  nose,  and allowed her lips to thicken and swell.

Brenda started when she stepped out of the bedroom  and  saw  the

Queen of the Nile standing naked in her living room.

 

"God damn it, Jill", gasped Brenda, "You're gonna scare the  shit

outta  me with this quick-change work.  I gotta admit, though.  I

haven't seen many black girls look as good  as  you.   You  gonna

keep the tits?"

 

Jill was playing with her deep purple nipples, and  admiring  the

cool smoothness of her big black tits. "Got to, sistah."

 

 

 

Jill stood in front of the mirror applying cosmetics while Brenda

relaxed  on the sofa.  Jill thought it somewhat ridiculous that a

woman who could alter  her appearance at will would have to  con-

tinue  to  use  artificial  enhancements  for her natural beauty.

Still, Jill had found that men expected it, and  that  regardless

of  her awsome looks, she still felt a little better with a after

putting in a little time on her face.   Also,  the  coloring  for

black  women was subtly different from that she was accustomed to

using on her "native" body.  She patted and dabbed until she felt

she had it right, then she turned to Brenda for approval.

 

Jill looked spectacular.  Her skin tone  was  a  rich  dark  cho-

colate,  and  her  hair  fell in thick, wavy, raven-colored locks

past her waist to her ass. Her remarkable breasts  didn't  suffer

any  diminishment  for  being black, in- deed, they appeared even

more vibrant and powerful.   Jill's  new  African  features  were

faithful  to the original; her large, sensuous mouth and   broad,

powerful nose, flairing cheekbones and rich, dark  almond  shaped

eyes  bespoke  the regal aspect of a Black queen before the first

slave- trapper had contaminated her continent with their presence

or her race with their seed.

 

Brenda was impressed, but puzzled.  "Jill", she  asked,  "if  you

can  look like anyone you want, and you want to look like a black

girl, then why not someone like Shari Belafonte, or  Janet  Jack-

son.  You look so, so..."

 

"...black.  I know", Jill  replied,  "I  want  to  look  *black*.

Since  I've  been  shape-changing, I've been thinking a lot about

beauty.  Beauty seems to  be  a  matter  of  centimeters.   Watch

this."

 

Jill turned back to the mirror, and after  she  turned  again  to

face  Jill,  her     face was a hideous mask of White stereotypes

of Black facial features.  Then she pulled her face back into its

former  appearance.  Brenda saw that Jill was right.  The differ-

ence between the Stepin Fetchit-mask and Jill's African queen was

one of, literally, centimeters.

 

Jill dressed for the workout.  She pulled a white halter top over

her  extensive  tits, and a pair of green nylon running shorts on

her bottom, leaving an impressive  expanse  of  smooth,  muscular

black  abdomen  exposed.   Jill  didn't  need to exercise, as she

could maintain her musculature by will-power, but she enjoyed ac-

companying  Brenda  to  her  sessions, and besides, the gym was a

great place to pick up men.

 

Jill and Brenda were almost out the door, when Jill grabbed Bren-

da  by the        shoulder.  "Wait a minute, Brenders, I gotta do

something else."  She reached out  mentally  into  the  immediate

neighborhood,  and  located  three black women whose memories she

downloaded into her own.  The effect nearly knocked her  off  her

feet.

 

"I had no idea" , she muttered, "Absolutely no idea."

 

"What?", asked Brenda.

 

"That it was so, so different. That it meant so  much.",  replied

Jill.   There     was no way to tell Brenda what she had just im-

mediately learned, the resentment, the  continual  defensiveness,

what  it  felt  like  to  learn before you barely knew you were a

separate person that most  people  thought  there  was  something

wrong  with you.  If this is what it felt like, Jill thought, its

a wonder the country's still standing.  She'd have  to  do  some-

thing about this, later...

 

For right now, she saw she'd have to do some minor modifications.

Jill  turned  towards  the  mirror.   "I  still got a white butt,

girlfriend.  Can't have that."

 

She turned around and watched over her shoulder as the two cheeks

of  her  pert  ass swelled and lifted, becoming so prominent that

you could almost set a tray on them, and two little half-moons of

black ass peeped out from the bottoms of her shorts.

 

"That's fixed, honey.", she said, grabbing Brenda  again,  "Let's

go."

 

When they stepped out of the  building,  Jill  found  that  being

black  hadn't   changed  one important fact:  She and Brenda were

still the undeniable center of attention.  It was as though there

were  invisible  lines  of lust, desire, envy and admiration con-

necting their  huge,  shapely  breasts  to  every  person  within

eyesight.   They were getting used to having everyone's head turn

towards them, as though they were the sun passing over a field of

sunflowers.

 

They passed a group of black guys playing  basketball,  and  Jill

was  surprised at their insistence.  Of course, Jill had been hit

on by black guys before,  as a white girl, but there was none  of

this  shared  assumption  of  sexual  desire, none of this, this,

well, 'Baby, I **gotta** fuck you' attitude.  Jill was  wondering

what  she  had  been  missing.  She stopped for a while, got some

names and telephone numbers, and raised their sperm count consid-

erably before passing on into the gym.

 

There were five or six guys in the gym.  Brenda and she were reg-

ulars,  but the dynamite new black chick had them puzzled.  "Hey,

Brenda," yelled one of the guys at the Universal, "do all of your

friends  have  such  big tits?" Brenda yelled back at his friend.

"Steve, do all of your friends have  such  big  mouths  and  such

small brains?", she replied.

 

Jill scanned the gym mentally.  Despite that she was  now  black,

all  of  the   guys  in the gym desired her, even a young-looking

blonde haired blue-eyed fellow, who was desperately trying not to

look  at her.  Jill sauntered over, rested her arms on the weight

bar, thrust her great black tits out at the boy, and  discomfited

him even more severely by staring directly at him.

 

"Hey, white boy", Jill demanded.  The boy looked up at her,  but,

definitely, not in her eyes.

 

She reached out a long black hand and grabbed him  by  the  face,

like  an  angry   aunt will squeeze a little boy's cheeks between

her fingers.  "Don't you  talk to my tits, white boy."  Then  she

flashed  a  dazzling  smile  at him. "I want you to spot me on my

bench presses, white boy.  You think you can do that for me?"

 

The boy sputtered something in return, but mostly he shuffled off

the bench  and let Jill position herself on the bench.  Jill sent

out a mental command to the others in the gym to forget about her

and her new partner.  When she saw that they were effectively in-

visible, Jill stripped off her halter  top  and  let  her  black,

soccer-ball-sized  breasts  tumble  out into the open air.  "God,

that feels good.  You like big black tits, white boy, don't  you?

All white boys like big black tits."

 

"I,I...", stuttered the boy, "I've never really seen any."

 

Jill lifted the weights clear of the bars.  A hundred and  eighty

pounds  was  a bit much for her, so she grew some additional mus-

cles on her arms and her  chest to help her deal witht  he  load.

SHe  pushed off ten quick reps, each time allowing the weight bar

to settle into the flesh of her enormous breasts,  pressing  them

flat onto her chest wall.  Her workout partner was beside himself

now, and it looked like the lump in his shorts was fixin' to bust

right out.

 

Jill pumped off another two sets of ten reps.  The  moist  warmth

of  the  gym,  and  the exertion of the exercise, made her sweat.

She rose from the bench glistening.  She  noticed  that,  whereas

when  white  people  sweat,  they merely looked sweaty, her sable

skin was shining with  her  persperation.   She  saw  the  little

rivulets flow over the vast, dark expanse of her awesome breasts.

 

She leaned over the weight bar while the white boy got positioned

on  the  bench. Her huge black breasts swayed gently as the white

boy moved his butt on the  bench looking for  his  comfort  zone.

His  erection was so evident, it almost  hurt Jill to look at the

lump in his shorts.  Her dark breasts  hung  almost  halfway  the

distance between the weightbar and the bench.

 

She grew her breasts out a couple of inches.   **That**  got  his

attention.   He  groaned  with  desire.   She  stepped out of her

shorts now, and stood naked in the center of the gym.  The  white

boy  was  astounded to see that no one else in the Gym was paying

any attention to them at all.

 

"Aint nary a cracker payin' us no mind, little man,", Jill admon-

ished  him.  "Youjust put yo' white ass down here by the bar, and

yo' head up there at the head of the bench."  The white boy  com-

plied with her orders.

 

"Now let's get rid of these here drawers,  boy.",  Jill  ordered.

She  pulled his gym shorts and his jock strap away like they were

tissue paper.  The white   boy's erection shot straight  up  into

the air, about six-and-a-half, maybe seven inches.

 

Jill was inwardly delighted.  "Shit, boy, you got some brother in

you,  anyway.",  Jill remarked.  She straddled the bench, lifting

the weight bar onto her powerful shoulders.  She threw  back  her

thick coil of dark hair, causing her enormous bust to projectomi-

nously, like two black thunderclouds.

 

"I'm gonna do some squats, baby", Jill said, and she impaled her-

self on his erection.

 

The white boy moaned as Jill worked him up and down with the full

weight of the barbells on her shoulders.  Some sort of muscle in-

side her vagina was working its way back  and  forth  across  his

dick.  That and the sight of that savage black mane, and the feel

of it swishing back and forth across the lower half of his  legs,

and  above  all  the  heaving  and  jiggling of her immense black

breasts... He had never had a woman like this before.

 

The white boy came quickly to a thunderous orgasm.  Jill  herself

shuddered   with  the impact of it.  When it was over, she pulled

her shorts back up, slipped her  halter  top  over  her  gigantic

tits,  motioned  to Brenda, and left arm in arm with her from the

gym.  Halfway out the door, she released her mental hold on   the

others  in  the gym.  She heard the raucus laughter as the others

discovered her latest conquest naked on the weight bench  covered

in his own pud.

in his own pud.

 

"A little malicious today, aren't we?", japed Brenda.



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Brenda woke up about noon the next day with an  unpleasant   sen-

sation   in   her  breasts,   like   they  were  being stretched.

They felt full, and even more, the felt  like  they   were   fil-

ling  even  more.   She stripped  off her nightshirt and examined

her ample breasts.  The first thing she noticed was that her nip-

ples  were  erect,  fat   and  about  four  inches long, and they

ached.  Brenda had only gotten  about  three  hours  sleep  since

leaving the club, so she went  back to sleep.

 

About an hour and a half later, she woke up again, and found that

the  front  of her nightshirt, and half of her mattress, was sop-

ping wet, and her huge breasts ached like a bladder after a night

of heavy beer-drinking.

 

She took off her nightshirt, wadded it  up  and  threw  it  in  a

corner.   She  then  saw  the reason for the flooding of her mat-

tress.  From the tip of each nipple was dripping a  watery  white

fluid.  She was milking!!!  Brenda sat up in bed and grabbed each

plump nipple to cut off the flow.  Then, she ran to the john.

 

Releasing her nipples over the sink, she saw the  milk  begin  to

drip,  drip,  drip again.  She squeezed one huge tit, thinking to

express the milk, but it merely cut off the flow,  and  made  her

whole  breast  ache.  Subconsciously, she relaxed some muscle she

didn't even know she had down at the tip  of  her  right  breast,

like  the  relaxing  of  the muscles to take a piss, and her milk

shot out and sprayed the mirror and tile.  She turned to face the

bathtub  and released the other breast, and suddenly she had twin

fountains spouting she-milk, arcing about four feet through   the

air into the bathtub.

 

Although she was very tired, Brenda was  very  excited.   It  was

another  proof  of  her basic femininity.  Although she had lived

her first twenty-six years as a man, she was now fully  a  woman,

with  large  firm  breasts, a tight and active pussy, and a pert,

round ass.  Now, on top of everything else, she was  even  giving

milk.

 

It dawned on her that Jill might want to know about this develop-

ment,  so  she  went  into  the kitchen, found an empty gallon of

milk, and emptied one huge tit into it.  Then she  found  another

empty  gallon  for  the  other tit.  She sealed them and put them

into the refrigerator.  Later that night, expecting to  see  Jill

at  the  club,  she put the two gallons of her milk into the back

seat of her Jaguar convertible.

 

She didn't see Jill that night, nor the night  after.   When  the

club closed down on the night following, she brought Jill over to

her car to give her the two gallon bottles  of  Brenda-milk,  and

she found that she had forgotten to lock her passenger-side door,

and that the milk was gone.

 

***************

 

Blair and Tommy were  waking  past  the  garish  club  on  Apopka

Street.   Tommy  pointed  to  the  front door.  "Your mama dances

there.", he announced.

 

"Yeah.  So what?", replied Blair, "Your mama's in prison."

 

"Well, your mama's a whore."

 

"She is not", replied Blair with some good grace, "she's a  danc-

er."

 

"She lets the men touch her titties and her boo-tay.  That  makes

her  a whore." Tommy had a very certain standard of judgement for

these things.

 

"A whore is when she brings men home, an' they fuck her, and give

her  money",  said Blair calmly, "So, my mama's not a whore.  Be-

sides, she makes good money there."

 

Tommy appeared to give this some thought.  His thirteen-year  old

forehead  wrinkled  under  the burden of the unaccustomed thought

that a woman would let a man touch her titties and her "boo-tay",

and still not be a whore.  "She still gonna whup yo' little white

ass when you get home without any milk", he added triumphantly.

 

Tommy was right.  But what was Blair supposed  to  do?   Somehow,

Abuelita  had  found  a  bottle, and she got drunk again.  By the

time she and Amanda had gotten her to  bed,  the  Winn-Dixie  was

closed,  and  she  wasn't able to buy any milk Blair wrinkled her

nose in anticipation of the whipping she would get from her tired

mother later that night, and the coffee her grandmother would put

on her cornflakes in the morning.

 

Just then, a white Jaguar convertible came roaring into the park-

ing  lot,  and  a blonde-haired white lady in a short white skirt

jumped out of the car and ran into the club.

 

"That's the big-titty lady", said Blair, "She works with my mama.

Lots  of  men  come  to see her.  My mom's been to her house, but

she's never come to ours."

 

Tommy  whistled  in  appreciation.   "She  bigger'n   my   Awntie

Marshie."  Tommy's Awntie Marshie was a substantial woman, weigh-

ing well over three hundred pounds.

 

Tommy peaked inside the car.  "Look, its open!", he whispered  to

Blair,  open-  ing  the passenger door.  Tommy was not strictly a

thief, as he never went out particularly to steal, but he  wasn't

the  type  to  pass  up  an  opportunity.   He pulled two plastic

gallon-bottles of milk out of the back seat.   "Ain't  no  money,

Blair,  but  at  leas'  now your mama's not gonna beat yo' little

cracker ass."  He passed one of the milk bottles to Blair.

 

"You're a thievin' little nigger, Tommy", laughed Blair,  as  she

reached  for  one of the milk gallons.  Tommy, whose ancestry was

composed of equal parts of African, Puerto-Rican, Seminole  Indi-

an,  and  Korean,  took offense at this epiphet, and shot back at

Blair.

 

"You a little cracker bitch, and won' even do yo' own  stealin'",

which was just as unfair to Blair, who was a mix of Irish, Colom-

bian, Lebanese Arab, and Cuban, and who was definitely capable of

making   off  with  any  useful  item  that  seemed  unwanted  or

unwatched.  "But I'm still gonna fuck ya when you git  older,  'n

grow some titties."  To Tommy, this was high praise indeed.

 

At this, Tommy ran over the railroad trestle crossing  the  river

into  the  Gardens,  a rather grim housing project that lined the

river, and left Blair to walk the last few blocks to  her  apart-

ment alone.

 

Opening the door to the apartment,  Blair  saw  that  Amanda  was

still  awake.  She was watching "Hunter" on the TV.  Amanda was a

dark, dreamy little girl who was the product of Blair's  mother's

abortive  second  marriage to a handsome, melancholy Spaniard who

abandoned her when she was  five  weeks  pregnant.  Amanda  loved

"Hunter",  and  had  worked  out a complex fantasy concerning Lt.

Hunter, the six-foot-plus police detective who was the main focus

of  the  show,  and  his  partner, Sgt. McCall, a beautiful dark-

haired policewoman who bore a more than  superficial  resemblance

to Blair and Amanda's mother.

 

"Hey, Mandy," she whispered, "How's Grandma doin'?"

 

Amanda turned around when the commercials  came  on.   "She's  on

Mom's bed, sleeping it off."  She stood up and stretched.  "Good.

you got the milk.  I want a bowl  of  cereal."   Amanda  shuffled

into  the  kitchen,  found  the Corn Flakes, and poured herself a

bowl.  "Hey, Blair, this  milk  tastes  kind  of  funny!   Sweet,

like,"   Blair heard her crunching.  "Tastes kinda good.  I can't

tell what kind it is, though.  Where'd'ya buy it?"

 

"I dunno, Mandy", Blair answered,"Someplace I went with Tommy."

 

Mandy snorted her disapproval.  "Tommy, huh?  Prob'ly  swiped  it

off  someone's  back  porch.   Blair, when you gonna get a decent

boyfriend?"

 

"Tommy's decent enough.", replied Blair.  Amanda finished her ce-

real,  poured  herself a glass of milk, and plopped down in front

of the TV to finish "Hunter" Blair poured herself another  glass,

and  sat down on the sofa.  She stared at her sister's dark hair,

bundled into two pigtails running parallel down her back.  Amanda

was so pretty, Blair thought, she could have a hundred boyfriends

a week, if she wasn't so weird.

 

Blair, on the other hand, resembled her  father's  father,  Lucky

Jack  Reilly,  the  smuggler,  soldier of fortune, and breaker of

hearts on five continents.  Her  father  passed  on  to  her  the

creamy  complexion,  fiery red hair, blue eyes, and love of risk.

Amanda resembled *her* father, quiet, dreamy,  dark,  and  beaut-

iful,  almost too beautiful for the world.  Amanda had coal-black

hair, skin of porcelain, deep brown almond-shaped  eyes,  a  long

swan  neck,  and  a  slender torso with long slim legs and ankles

that contrasted with Blair's more  stocky  build.   Blair  wasn't

jealous  of her sister, though.  They were so different that com-

petition and comparison seemed foolish.  Blair loved  her  little

sister  fiercely.   Amanda, for her part, adored her ten-year old

sister, who occupied place of affection reserved for their  moth-

er,  whom  they  seldom  saw, and who was usually in a cross mood

anyway.  Amanda finished the glass of milk  and  fell  asleep  in

front of the TV.  Blair nodded out on the sofa.

 

 

****************************

 

When  Mary  Quinteros  snapped  the  lights  on,  she  found  her

daughters  sprawled across the living room.  She whispered to the

man following her.  "Sorry, John, looks like Mom got drunk  again

and  left  the  girls  to fend for themselves. I, I gotta get 'em

into bed."  John muttered something about frustration and left in

a  lather.   Mary  stepped over Blair and bent to pick up Amanda.

She lifted Amanda off the rug in front of the TV, which was blar-

ing a repeat of the eleven o'clock news, and carried her into the

bedroom.

 

She returned for Blair, and saw the gallon of milk  open  in  the

kitchen.  It  was  about  a  quarter full.  Young girls sure went

through a lot of milk.  She lifted Blair up, and  tucked  her  in

next  to  Mandy, then returned to the kitchen.  She almost poured

herself a glass of milk, then decided against it, and opened  the

refrigerator  for  some orange juice.  She sat down to ponder the

changes she had heard about at the club.

 

The club had been sold to some outfit called Clayton Enterprises,

and  Brenda  Hill  had been named manager.  At first, most of the

girls were opposed to the changes, because they were  jealous  of

Brenda, but when they had some of the things explained to them by

a tall dark-haired woman in a professional-looking suit, they had

to admit that the changes were an improvement.

 

First of all, they'd no longer have to rent their stalls or their

outfits  from  the club, and they'd no longer have to pay off the

bartender for and private dancing.  That meant  a  three  hundred

dollar  a  week raise for Mary in itself, although they'd have to

kick in fifteen percent for a dancer's kitty, to help  out  those

who didn't make quite as much.

 

Then, when they'd heard that they would be getting  full  medical

and  dental  insurance  for themselves and their dependents, they

were dumfounded.  Those gangsters that had been running the  club

must have making a real haul of the place.  Typical pimps, buying

flashy clothes and big cars off of women's  pussies.   The  busi-

nesswoman  had  said  that  the head of Clayton Enterprises was a

woman, so that explained a lot.

 

Still, it was getting to be more and more of a big-tit world,

 

Mary looked down at her own breasts.  She was  a  34B,  and  that

used  to  be  enough,  with her dark, butt -length hair, her tiny

waist, her slender and  well-formed  ass,  and  her  sultry  good

looks.  She was a popular dancer, and she had been number one al-

most since she had started at the club after Amanda's father  had

disappeared.  But she wasn't number one any more, not since Bren-

da Lee Hill had shown up.

 

When the striking blonde with the huge boobs first tried out  for

the  job, Mary laughed.  Brenda had performed like a guy comedian

making fun of a stripper.  But you can learn to dance.  What  you

can't  learn  is  how  to have tits the size of half-watermelons.

Before too long, Brenda had become the star attraction, drawing a

lot  of new customers.  It was good for the club, though, and the

other girls didn't mind the extra  money  Brenda's  big  knockers

brought in.

 

But some of the girls got boob jobs.  Angie Peterson, in particu-

lar,  went from a very respectable forty-one inches to just short

of Brenda's phonomenal sixty-three, but  hers  looked  like  twin

zeppelins  about  to drop a load on London, and were so obviously

artificial, that they actually suffered in comparison to Brenda's

homegrown marvels.

 

Mary had fought the pressure.  She was  making  more  money  than

ever,  and  she  didn't see the need to mutilate herself just be-

cause some other girl took the Golden Guernsey award.

 

Just then, she heard a frightened scream  from  the  girls'  bed-

room...

 

 

********

 

Mary squeezed the sponge out into the  bathtub  and  patted  more

blood off Amanda's leg.  Blair stood at the other end, and grand-

mother Consuela was sitting  on  the  toilet  seat  watching  the

proceedings.   The  bloody  sheets from both girls' beds lay in a

tight bundle on the bathroom floor.

 

"Am I gonna bleed to death, Momma?", pleaded Amanda.

 

"Shush, baby", replied Mary, "Its just your period.   It  happens

to  all us women.  I just thought I'd have a little time before I

had to explain it to you."  She turned to look at Blair.  "And  I

didn't think you both would start on the same night.

 

What saint have I offended, thought Mary as she finished  bathing

Blair's  legs  to  have  two adolescents in the house at the same

time?  She glanced back and forth  from  the  tuft  of  red  hair

sprouting between Blair's legs and the black one between those of

Amanda.  How could they have been so far along without her  know-

ing?   The damage was done, though, and she figured she'd have to

get on with it as best she could.  She picked the bloody  wad  of

sheets off the floor, and motioned for Consuela to follow her.

 

By the time she got them to the doctor's office on Tuesday, Aman-

da  had  grown four inches, and had her wrists and ankles hanging

out all her clothes. Blair, too, had grown.  Consuela  shook  her

hed,  and  reminded  Mary that she had done the same when she had

become a woman.

 

"But I didn't start until I was almost twelve!", protested Mary.

 

Consuela shrugged her bony shoulders.   "The  young  girls,  they

grow faster in these days.", she commented philosophically.

 

For a while, Mary got by by letting Amanda wear Blair's  clothes,

and sharing her own clothes with Blair.  But the girls kept grow-

ing, until they both overtopped their mother by a pair of inches.

Then they stopped.

 

Blair's problem was bad enough.  She was already one of the  tal-

lest  and  strongest  girls in Ms. Harrison's fourth grade class,

but now, there wasn't another girl  that  even  came  up  to  her

shoulders.  She felt huge and ungainly.

 

If Blair's situation was difficult, Amanda's was desperate.   The

girls  in  her class had persecuted her somewhat before, half be-

cause they were resentful of her good looks, half because she was

shy  and  a bit peculiar.  It didn't help at all now that she was

almost twice their size!!  Mary met with the principal  of  their

school, asking that her two daughters be allowed to transfer to a

special class.  He said he recognized her concern, but that since

it  was  so  close to the end of the term, they'd have to stay in

their respective classes.

 

One day, Blair woke up with a strange burning  sensation  in  her

chest.  It felt like it was directly behind her nipples.  She sat

up in bed, and saw that Amanda was also awake and staring at her.

Amanda had her shirt off.

 

"Blair", she asked, "do your titties hurt too?"

 

"God, Mandy, it feels like they're on fire!"

 

Amanda brushed one of her little nipples, which was just as  hard

and  erect  as  it  could be, and gasped from the wave of delight

that swept over her.  "Don't touch 'em, Blair.  It makes 'em hurt

worse."

 

  Blair touched her left nipple with a finger.  The shock  nearly

knocked her back into her pillow.  "Wow!", she gasped, "I've nev-

er felt anything like that before."

 

Amanda brushed her nipples again, and giggled.  "It tickles.   It

feels  good."  She  reached  over and grabbed one of Blair's, who

shrieked with delight.  Before long both girls were locked  in  a

serious  game of titty-pull, and the sensations became overwhelm-

ing.  Amanda and Blair took to rubbing their  chests  with  their

hands,  both  breathing  very heavily.  Blair mentioned to Amanda

that her chest felt tense and tight, when suddenly, all the  ten-

sion  came  flooding out in a great rush of intense pleasure that

made her tingle from her neck to her newly- fluffy pussy.

 

"Oh Mandy, Oh God, Mandy", moaned Blair, but looking over she saw

that  Amanda was experiencing the same rush of sensation, for her

head was tilted back, her mouth was open in a silent scream,  and

she was rubbing her undeveloped chest furiously.

 

The two sisters huddled together on Blair's bed while the unfami-

liar sensations ebbed away like an outgoing tide.  Then they fell

asleep in each other's arms.

 

Later that morning, Amanda was called to the  blackboard  by  Ms.

Suarez,  her second grade teacher.  She rose gracefully and moved

to the board.  "Too-tall", whispered one  of  the  girls  as  she

walked by.  Ms. Morrison gave her an addition problem and she be-

gan to write it down.  She felt her blouse pulling up  away  from

her  skirt, and she reached down to tuck it back in.  That's when

she saw why her blouse was working up, and she dropped her chalk.

There  were  two little nubs on her chest, and they were growing,

pulling her blouse up onto her chest.

 

Amanda blushed bright red, and ran from the room to the sanctuary

of the girls bathroom.  With the door locked behind her in one of

the stalls, she pulled her blouse up, and there they were!!   Her

breasts.   They weren't too impressive, just two little swellings

under her  nipples.   But  they  were  growing,  visibly.  Amanda

watched  entranced  as  the  two  swellings  grew into two little

mounds, then the mounds grew, lifting  her  nipples  further  out

from  the  chest  wall.   She  tried pulling her blouse back over

them, as if this could make them go away, but they  were  already

too  large  to hide.  They looked like real grown-up ladies' tit-

ties now, thought Amanda.

 

There came a tap on the door of the stall.  Amanda cowered in the

back.  "Go away!", she sobbed.

 

"Is that you, Mandy?", came the answer, "My God!  Open the door!"

 

"Blair!", Amanda cried as she suspiciously opened the door.   She

saw  her  sister  standing  there,  with  her  shirt  unbuttoned.

"You'll never believe  it,  Mandy,  but  I've  just  grown  tits!

Look!".  Amanda saw that Blair had indeed grown a pair of breasts

to match her own.

 

"I was outside at recess, and it was my turn at bat, when sudden-

ly  I  felt  as though someone was tugging at my shirt.  I turned

around to see if Terry or some other little jerk was fooling with

me,  and  I felt the tugging again. When I looked down to see the

base, I saw these!"   She  opened  her  shirt  and  produced  two

baseball-sized breasts.

 

"I told 'em I didn't feel so good, and came in here.", she added.

 

Amanda was delighted.  She stood up and pulled her little  cotton

blouse  up.  Her  pert  little tits were about the size of tennis

balls. "Me too, Blair. Look."

 

"Hey, no shit.  God, Mandy, this is great!", laughed Blair,  "but

we'd  better  get  from  here  before  our teachers come sniffing

around.  I know how to open the window. We can get out that  way.

Better all around if we just skip today."

 

Blair buttoned herself back up, lifted Amanda  through  the  open

window,  then pulled herself through behind her sister.   The two

passed quickly through the parking lot and playground,  then  off

the  grounds,  down  the  street  to their apartment.  They found

their mother just getting up from bed.

 

They showed Mary the recent developments.  "What great galoots  I

have for girls.", she chuckled, hugging them both, "Tits they got

now.  Next, they'll wanting to buy bras."

 

Amanda cupped her hands under her  newly-sprouted  breasts.   She

was   gratified   to  discover  that they formed quite a substan-

tial handful.  "But I **need** a bra now,  Mom,  look!!",  Amanda

plead- ed.

 

Blair jiggled her new protuberances as a response.  They  were  a

little larger than Amanda's, but, since Blair had a broader chest

than Amanda, they looked about the same size.  "I need  one  too,

Mom.  Please!!"

 

There was no denying that both Amanda and  Blair  had  definitely

passed  beyond  the  training-bra stage, and were in need of some

more functional undergarments.  Mary  took  some  quick  measure-

ments,  and  noted  with  chagrin that both of her girls, despite

their tender years, were already too large to fit into one of her

brassieres.

 

"Blair, you're gonna need a 36-B, I'm certain, and Amanda, you're

probably  past  a 32-B. We'll just have to get you to try that as

well.  I'm afraid you'll both have to jiggle down to  the  K-mart

with  me,  since  your little old mother is *just* a 34-B, and it

took her years to get there."

 

Now that they had breasts, Blair and Amanda found  that  shopping

for clothes was fifty times as much fun as without them, and they

were delighted by their mature-looking new outlines,  spending  a

lot  of  time posing in front of the mirror, turning this way and

that.  Amanda wanted to buy everything two sizes too  tight,  and

Blair kept experimenting with plunging necklines and v-necks, but

Mary kept a close rein on them.

 

"You two act just like a couple of Cubans that hit the Trifecta",

she  warned,  "Watch out.  You can do a lot of damage in a B-cup.

Believe me, I know." And I don't  think  you've  stopped  growing

yet,  she  thought  grimly, as she watched Blair and Amanda dress

their new figures with all the enthusiasm and gusto  of  children

on Christmas morning.

 

Blair and Amanda were so excited about  their  new  figures,  and

they couldn't wait to show off their new clothes at school.  They

stayed awake most of the night giggling in anticipation.

 

The effect was electrifying.  Of all the  girls  in  Palm  Avenue

Elementary,  no  one  even  came close to Blair and Amanda except

was  immediately inducted into the most popular group of girls in

the school. Rich girls like Candy Suarez and Terri  Blake  fought

to  eat  with  them  in the cafeteria.  Amanda they also accepted

as  an  equal. You can't just ignore  a  beautiful  girl  with  a

great build because she's in the second grade.

 

Amanda in particular became increasingly restive  in  her  class-

room.   The  other  kids  seemed  like babies to her now, and the

heady experience of being treated like an equal, even a superior,

by girls two and three years older than she was went to her head.

Even the schoolwork, which she had formerly  enjoyed,  seemed  to

become  childish  and elementary to her.  She began to anticipate

Mrs. Harrison's questions, and, although her grades improved, her

attitude definitely was deteriorating.

 

Blair, on the other hand, was in a blaze of  glory.   Her  perky,

jutting breasts seemed to be the center of her little world.  The

boys couldn't get enough of her, crowding around her  continually

and  vying  for  her attention.  If some of them couldn't contain

themselves, and shouted little obscenities to her, she merely ac-

cepted  it  as  more homage.  After a while, it seemed natural to

her that the other girls in the school,  even  the  ones  in  the

fifth  and  the sixth grades, should pass their time staring wor-

shipfully up to her.

 

A lot of the adulation she was receiving, however,  came  from  a

prowess in sports which was little short of amazing.  She had al-

ways been good at games, but now, her athletic ability seemed  to

have increased four-fold.  She could run faster, jump higher, and

hit harder than ever.  One day playing softball,  she  broke  the

bat,  and  sent a softball flying over the fence into the street.

No one remembered anyone ever doing that before.

 

One day, an amazing thing  happened  that  gave  Blair  cause  to

think.   She  was standing in line in the cafeteria, and three or

four boys from the sixth grade were waiting in line  behind  her.

They  were  pointing at her breasts and snickering.  Blair looked

down at them with almost infinite disdain.   It  was  incredible.

She was two years younger than they, yet she towered over them by

eight or nine inches.  She was beginning to  find  them  entirely

juvenile.

 

The boldest of them, a strapping blonde boy of twelve,  began  to

berate  her.   He  puffed  his chest out and pulled his neck back

like a little fighting rooster.  He was a little taller than  the

other  boys, so his eyes were just about level with Blair's tits.

"You little overgrown fourth-grade bitch! You think you're better

than  everyone  else, 'cause you got titties now.  I'll kick your

ass, then I'll fuck you."

 

"With whose dick?", replied Blair, turning away from him in  dis-

gust.   The  other  boys  guffawed.   "She got you, Kevin ", they

snickered.  Kevin hung his head in  shame  and  anger.   Then  he

reached  a  hand out.  Blair felt his hand clamp down on her left

breast.  "God *damn* she's got big 'uns", Kevin exclaimed.   Then

Blair  reached  over  with her right hand, grabbed Kevin's wrist,

and tossed him into the tables, about three feet.  The other boys

ran for their lives.

 

One day, late in the school year, while she was trying to concen-

trate on some bullshit of Ms. Harrison's about complex fractions,

she began to see the classroom fade before her, and sort of  move

back into the distance.  Then she saw Ms. Suarez, Amanda's teach-

er, drawing a figure on the blackboard.  She saw all of  Amanda's

sweaty little classmates, holding their big pencils and feverish-

ly writing.  Then she saw the tips of Amanda's dark  brown  hair,

and  her jutting breasts on her slender rib cage, and she gasped,

and immediately her own classmates and her  own  teacher  swirled

back into view.

 

She asked Amanda about it that night at home.   Amanda  said  she

didn't  know  anything  about it, but she verified the little de-

tails that Blair supplied, Who was wearing what,  who  was  doing

what.   "It was like, like I was in your body, Mandy, looking out

through your eyes.", Blair said.

 

Amanda just shrugged her narrow, shapely shoulders and said noth-

ing.

 

Amanda had also taken to reading, no, devouring romance novels on

the  balcony.   It  was well into springtime now, and the sun was

hot.  Amanda and Blair had both bought skimpy little bikinis that

displayed  their  new  figures  in  flattering ways.  Blair would

watch as her sister would sit out on the balcony for hours  turn-

ing  pages on a stack of romance books, letting the sun toast her

lithe body to a deep coconut brown.

 

"You read those things awful fast, Mandy.",  observed  Blair  one

day.

 

"About one or two a day, Blair.  Schoolwork just doesn't seem  to

take as much time as it used to."

 

"You never seemed to be much for  reading,  Mandy,  You  used  to

watch  more  TV."  Blair  stared at the cover of the book propped

open between her sister's nut-  brown  breasts.   It  depicted  a

black  haired  woman  crushing  a  half-naked man's head into her

abundant bosom.  The woman looked like a lady,  or  a  noblewoman

from  a  long  time  ago.   The man looked like a pirate.  He was

holding a long sword in the hand he wasn't using to  embrace  the

woman's waist.  "Looks like pretty hot stuff."

 

"Reading's easy once you get the hang of it.", replied Amanda in-

dolently.   "TV  is  pretty boring."  She traced a slender finger

along the inside of her brown thigh, to the border of the  bikini

bottom.   "These  books  make  me  feel all loose and tingly down

here."

 

Blair knew about that loose and tingly  feeling.   She  had  been

starting  to  feel  that way herself, mostly when she saw some of

the boys from McArthur High in track or football practice in  the

field  adjacent  to  her school.  She and some of the other, more

developed girls in the fifth and sixth grades  hung  out  by  the

fence  during  recess,  and  watched  the boys do their Phys. Ed.

class.

 

Once in a while, one of the boys would glance over  to  them  and

wave,  or  smile.  This made Blair quiver all the way down to the

center of that secret little place between her legs.

 

About a week before the end of the school year, Blair and  Amanda

were  hanging  out at the fence with Janice Perdomo, Betsy Duffy,

Latrice, some black chick from the  Gardens,  and  Tanya  Garcia.

They were watching the boys from the McArthur High track team run

wind sprints when a tall, spectacular-looking girl with long dark

hair  and  a generous, shapely bustline walked out and sat in the

stands.  About a half-dozen boys waked over and sat  down  around

her.

 

"That's Mary Lou Rodriguez.", whispered Janice in the  same  tone

of  voice  that a relief pitcher for a triple-A minor league team

would intone the name of the current big league strikeout leader.

"Those are all her boyfriends."

 

Betsy snorted.  "She sure has a lot of boyfriends."

 

"Look at her tits.", said Tanya, "You can see from here she's got

big  ones.   That's why all those boys are boyfriends.  I bet she

can change from one to another whenever she wants, and  when  she

gets   tired   of   the second one ,  she can go backto the first

one, and he'll take her back, for her tits."

 

All the girls nodded and hummed in agreement.  Then Latrice spoke

up.   "Reason  girlfriend's got 'em big-ass titties 'cause she be

lettin' all the boys play wid 'em.  That's how they got so big."

 

All the girls gasped at this  unexpected  piece  of  information.

"No shit?", asked Janice.

 

"Shit, don' white girls know nothin?", replied  Latrice,  "That's

how  mine  got so big."  She thrust her considerable bosom out as

evidence.  She was in the fifth grade, yet  she  boasted  a  38C.

This  gave  her  argument  considerable  weight.  "I lets all the

black boys play wid 'em", she  added,  "an'  some  of  the  white

boys."

 

Amanda and Blair looked at each other  in  surprise,  remembering

their  mutual  tit-pulling session, and their subsequent blossom-

ing.  They decided to ask the oracle.  "What happens  if  a  girl

touches  another  girl's  tits,  latrice?   Would  they still get

bigger?", asked Blair.

 

"Don' know nothin' 'bout no lezzy shit,"  replied  Latrice,  "But

how's a titty gonna know a man's hand from a girl's?"

 

Amanda and Blair continued to look at each other guiltily, as  if

their secret was manifest to the whole playground.

 

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Sherrie  Rodriguez  turned  to  her  friend  Marsha  Sanchez.  "I

**know** its your quince, Marsha, but if your gonna have it at my

house, you're gonna have to invite her."

 

Marsha was far from uninterested in  what  Sherrie  had  to  say.

Having  her quince at the Rodriguez' house would insure its being

the social event of the end of the school year.  Also, Sherry was

her oldest and dearest friend.  She looked at Sherry imploringly.

"But I don't know her.  Would she come?"

 

"My brother wants her to come.  He says he's seen her at  school,

and  he's  just  dying to know her."  SHerrie began polishing her

nails absent-mindedly with an emory board.  "And if Marty doesn't

come,  I  can't  guarantee that Manny will show up.  You know how

these boys stick together."

 

"If he met her at school, how come I don't know her?", asked Mar-

sha.

 

"I didn't say he met her at school, querida", replied Sherrie, "I

said  he  **saw**   her at school.  She goes to the school behind

the High School."

 

"The  **GRADE**  school  behind  McArthur?",   screamed   Marsha,

"Just  how  old   is  this little tart?  I'm not doing  any baby-

sitting at my quince.  Is she twelve?"

 

"Actually, she has an older sister who goes to the same  school",

replied Sherrie.  "I think the sister's twelve.  I think Amanda's

eleven.  Doesn't matter, though.  Marty pointed her  out  to  me.

She looks an easy fifteen.  I'd be surprised if she's not already

passing."

 

Marsha was glum.  "Eleven years old.  All the equipment, all  the

horsepower,  no brakes."  She thought for a while.  "OK, I'll in-

vite her, for you and for Marty."

 

"Invite the sister, too", ordered Sherrie.

 

Marsha's mouth opened wide, but Sherrie prevented  the  outburst.

"I've **seen** these two, you haven't.  What did you look like at

eleven?"

 

"Braces on my teeth, band-aid on my knee.   All  wrists,  elbows,

knees and ankles.  Not a pretty sight."

 

"Right", observed Sherrie, "and you turn fifteen  on  the  ninth.

You didn't turn out bad at all, querida, and if you don't believe

me, you can ask any one of my brothers.  But  these  girls,  they

both  look  better  than we do right now.  They're thoroughbreds,

and they're gonna be like skyrockets, sabe?  If we let them hitch

a  ride  with us now, maybe they'll let us hitch a ride with them

later on."

 

Marsha slipped her  hand  into  Sherrie's.   "You're  right,  you

know".

 

"I always am, querida".

 

***********************

 

The invitations arrived at  Blair's  and  Amanda's  apartment  in

cream  colored  linen  envelopes the richeness of which astounded

everyone.  Mary was a little apprehensive about letting her girls

go  to  a  social  function at which there would be both boys and

girls, but Blair and Amanda pestered her continually,  until  fi-

nally she gave in.

 

"The Rodriguezes are a well-off family.  You're gonna  need  some

fancy  clothes"  Mary said as she marked the ninth of June in red

on the calendar.

 

Of course, Blair and Amanda could think of little except the par-

ty,  and  what  they were going to wear.  For swimming, the suits

they already had were servicible.  With swimwear,  what's  under-

neath is much more important, after all.

 

But they needed formal outfits for the presentation,and jeans and

tops  for  the  dance  afterwards.   Mary  gave it a good deal of

thought.  These were girls whose families  indulged  their  every

whim.   It  was necessary that her girls be well-dressed, but not

to compete with their hosts needlessly.  It  took  a  while,  but

they  finally  found  the  perfect outfits;  for Amanda, a formal

gown in cream with a peach colored floral design, a white  V-neck

snd  white gloves.  For Blair, she chose a light green dress with

yellow highlights, and yellow gloves.

 

For the dance afterwards, she decided  to  let  them  splurge  on

Guess  jeans  with  matching  tops.  The girls wanted to show off

some titty, which was not surprising, given their  ages  and  the

relative  abundance of that commodity with them, and its relative

scarcity elsewhere in their age group.  They chose  buff-coloured

t-shirts  that scooped down daringly in front, held together by a

leather thong tied shoe-lace style across their chests.

 

The Rodriguez' house was an imposing manse in the northern end of

the  county,  surrounded  by  trees  and shrubbery.  Mary dropped

Blair and Amanda off at the gate, waited as they rung  the  bell,

and were ushered inside.  Then she drove off.

 

Sherrie Rodriguez, the third daughter of  the  wealthy  Rodriguez

family, met them at the gate, and offered them her cheek to kiss,

in the Latin style.  "Mandy!  Blair!   I'm  so  glad  you   could

make  it!",   she   bubbled,   "Come  on up to the house.  Let me

show you off!  You two look good enough to  eat.   Who  did  your

hair?   You **must** tell me."

 

Blair and Amanda were astonished by the attention they  were  re-

ceiving  from  such  a rich and important person, and Amanda art-

lessly blurted out, "Our Mom did our hair, actually."

 

Sherrie laughed.  "Oh, how delightful!  She did a  wonderful  job

with you two."

 

Actually, Mary had spent a good deal of time on the  girls'  hair

and  makeup,  an  investment which had paid rich dividends.  Both

Blair and Amanda looked years older than their  age,  and  glowed

with  youth,  good health, and excitement.  If any other had been

there to observe, he would have thought Sherrie, who was fifteen,

the  youngest of the trio.  Her legs had less shape, and her bust

was smaller.

 

Sherrie ushered them into the house, where they found  the  party

already  in  full  swing.  Blair and Amanda felt themselves swept

into a world of teenage privilege and glamour beyond their imagi-

nations,  and  listened  breathlessly  as  the other girls talked

about yacht parties on Biscayne Bay, summers in Spain,  modelling

assignments  on  South  Beach, boyfriends with horses and college

guys with Mercedes converibles.  The astounding  thing  was  that

all  these fine girls were treating them almost as equals.  Blair

and Amanda added little to these  conversations,  which  actually

raised  their stock in the sight of their new friends, who appre-

ciated little more than the adoring silence of girls more beauti-

ful than they.

 

The climax came with the presentation of Marsha Sanchez,  on  the

arm  of  her  father, and the young men came in in their tuxedos,

and Marsha danced with her brother Domingo.  After that, all  the

young  men  began  to choose partners for the presentation waltz.

Blair and Amanda  were  so  excited,  they  didn't  notice  their

breasts tingling.  They were tingling all over.

 

Sherrie came up with two extremely handsome  young  men,  one  on

each  arm.  "Blair, Amanda, I want you to meet my brother, Marty,

and his friend Eric Preston."  SHe opened her arm to indicate her

two  charges.  "This is Blair Reilly and her sister, Amanda Quin-

tero.  I'll leave you all to get acquainted." then she wafted off

to another corner of the room.

 

Blair surveyed Eric.  He was a blonde haired, green eyed  boy  of

medium  height,  with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.  He had

wavy hair and a kind smile, and Blair decided she liked him.   He

invited her to dance, and she accepted.

 

Marty, on the other hand, was a very  tall  Cuban  boy  with  jet

black  hair and eyes dancing with fire, grabbed Amanda's hand and

pulled her out to the floor.  "Amanda", he whispered, "I've  been

waiting weeks to meet you.  I'm so glad..."

 

Amanda was puzzled.  "But where have you seen me?", she asked.

 

"At school", he replied, "and you were at the fence."

 

Amanda blushed red.  "Then you know... , I..., you...", she sput-

tered.  It came back to her now, the tall, handsome Cuban boy, on

the track team, who always seemed to  be  smiling  at  her.   Her

breasts  felt  like they were on fire.  She snuggled in closer to

Marty, and when her chest met his, it was like an electric  shock

went through her.  She sighed.

 

"I know you're only twelve years old, Amanda", Marty whispered in

her  ear,  "but I'll never tell anyone.  I want you to be my date

tonight.  After the presentation, they'll let  us   change,   and

the  rock  band will be playing out by the pool,and we can really

have some fun."

 

Amanda looked up into his shining eyes,  like  the  eyes  of  the

pirate  on  the cover of her book.  He doesn't know, she thought,

leaning her head against Marty's chest.  She scratched  the  side

of her left breast.  Her breasts were burning badly now, and even

the chafing of her bra, and her gown were almost insupportable.

 

The waltz stopped, then Marsha's father, with  Sherrie's  by  his

side,  announced  that  the  young  people could change, and that

their party would continue out by the pool.

 

Eric and Marty made Blair and Amanda promise them to meet them by

the pool, then they disappeared with the other boys to change out

of their formal wear. Blair and Amanda exited the  ballroom  with

the  other  girls, passing up the stairs into a hall full of bed-

rooms where they changed into their less formal clothes.

 

God, Amanda", Blair laughed, "Marty was  on  you  like  white  on

rice."  She pulled off her green gown, and stood there in her bra

and panties.  They noticed that of these fine girls were  staring

at  them  enviously.   This  filled them with a lot of these fine

girls were staring at them with envy.  This gave them both a  bit

more courage.

 

"Blair, do your breasts ache, too?", asked Amanda.

 

"Now that you mention it, they  sorta  do.",  she  replied.   She

thought  for  a moment.  "No, they really do.  Like a headache in

my tits.  She touched her right breast through her bra, and  felt

a  shudder  of  delight run from her nipple down to the inside of

her thighs.  "I think I'm just turned on.  Eric's really cute."

 

"Oh, Blair", moaned Amanda, "I want Marty to hold me,  and  touch

me, and **kiss** me.  Is that wrong?"

 

"No, baby", replied Blair knowingly,"you're just getting  a  head

start  on all this boy/girl stuff.  Its fun."  She paused another

moment.  "or at least its supposed to be."

 

The girls pulled up their jeans, threaded the cords  through  the

eyelets on their blouses, tied them securely, but not so securely

as to not guarantee a delightful view to the  watchful  eye,  and

met the boys back at the pool.

 

Eric led Blair onto the patio, some distance from the band, where

he sat in a circle of other guests, laughing and telling stories.

Blair moved close to him and grabbed his arm.  He didn't  resist.

He  introduced  her  to  a host of people; Suzy Sanchez, and Toni

Suarez, Candy's older sister, and dozens of others.  Eric  seemed

to be very popular.

 

Marty grabbed Amanda's hand in a tight grip, and  moved  her  out

onto  the  dance floor.  There they danced vigorously for several

songs, until the band began a slow ballad.   Marty  put  his  arm

around  Amanda's slender waist and drew her to him.  She snuggled

up closer into his embrace, and when her breasts touched  Marty's

chest, she trembled.

 

Eric and Blair stayed with some of the other guests and  chatted.

Eric  had  his  arm  draped over Blair's back, embracing her just

beneath her breasts.  Blair found herself wishing he would  reach

just  a  little  higher.   from  time  to  time, his hand brushed

discretely against the bottoms of her breasts,  and  she  felt  a

wave of ecstacy flood through her when he did this.

 

Amanda and Marty left the dance floor hand in hand.   He  brought

her  around  to a pavilion on the other side of the pool.  Amanda

ran her hand through her thick brown hair, which her  mother  had

so  carefully  permed  that  morning.  She looked up into Marty's

eyes, which were gazing intently  at  her.   At  that  moment  it

struck  her  how  much  he resembled her TV hero, Fred Hunter the

detective, and she snuggled closer to him.  Her nipples felt like

tiny  little  coals of fire on her chest, and she groaned for re-

lief.

 

Blair was getting increasingly restless  as  well.   Her  breasts

felt  hot  to  the  touch,  and she sought relief by rubbing them

against Eric's arm.  She shuddered with joy  each  time  she  did

this, and she wondered how Eric failed to notice.

 

Eventually, Eric asked her to dance,  so  the  joined  the  group

closer  to  the pool where the band was.  They danced a couple of

dances, and Blair leaned her burning chest against Eric.  It felt

as  though it ignited, and Blair gasped audibly.  Eric pulled her

tighter, which only increased the feelings  of  ecstacy  seething

under her pullover top, and she struggled away from Eric, but not

too far.

 

Amanda grabbed Marty's hand, and asked him if there was  a  place

were  they  be alone.  Marty grinned and suggested the recreation

room.  "My sister Mary Lou  might  be  there  with  a  couple  of

friends,  but  she'll know enough to get herself lost", Marty as-

sured her.  The rec room was on the other side of the  Rodriguez'

house, cool and quiet after the noise and heat of the party area.

Mary Lou wasn't there, but a lot of clothes thrown wildly  around

signalled  her recent presence.  Marty and Amanda sat together on

the couch, when she leaned back, pulled Marty to her, slipped her

arms around his neck, and kissed him hungrily.

 

Blair managed to cut Eric away from the crowd, and told  him  she

was  thirsty.  They left the patio area, found the refreshements,

and wandered awhile in the cool lower  floor  of  the  Rodriguez'

mansion.   Before  long,  they found themselves in the recreation

room as well.  Eric looked around at the clothes scattered around

the room, and said, "Looks like someone's been here already".

 

"they're not here now, Eric", replied Blair, and she  lifted  her

face  to  his.   Eric responded by burying his hands in her thick

red hair and kissing her hard and long.  He didn't see the  other

couple's heads pop up from behind the couch, but Blair did.

 

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE", both girls shrieked in unison.  Marty  grinned

at Eric. "Hey, Eric, howzit goin'?"  Eric grinned back sheepishly

at Marty.  "Doin' OK, Marty.  How about you?", he responded.

 

Blair and Eric seated themselves in a big armchair facing  Amanda

and  Marty  and  the  girls giggled, while the boys preened them-

selves nervously.  Then Amanda sighed deeply, and  Blair  glanced

at her, and realized what they had to do next.

 

Amanda looked intently at Marty and told him, "We want  you  boys

to make our breasts grow."

 

"Wha-a-a-a-t???", gasped Marty, almost chocking on his drink.

 

Amanda continued.  "We want you and Eric to play with our breasts

and  make  them grow."  She went on to tell the boys how both she

and her sister had very sensitive breasts,  and  that  they  hurt

very badly right now, but when someone touched them, either them-

selves or another person, it felt good and the ppain and pressure

went  away.   They  explained  that they knew it would make their

boobs bigger, but they hurt and ached so badly  right  now,  that

they  were  willing  to  run  the  risk.   Then  Amanda and Blair

stripped to their waists, eagerly shedding their shirts and their

bras,  sighing  with delight as the cool air hit their aching and

tormented bare breasts.

 

Eric put his arm around Blair's  broad,  naked  shoulders.   "But

Blair",  he  began "But it won't make your tits grow if a boy..."

Marty silenced him with a icy glance,as if to say, Let's not mess

up a good thing, buddy boy.

 

Amanda grabbed marty's head and thrust it down between her  tits,

and  arched  her  back,  thrusting  her breasts even further into

Marty's delighted face.  Eric lifted Blair's right breast to  his

mouth  and  began  tongueing her nipple, making Blair moan like a

sick cat.  Both girls continued writhing and crying  while  Marty

and  Eric attacked their breasts with their hands, their tongues,

anything  they  could.   Finally  Blair,  then  Amanda,  shouted,

grabbed  their partner's head, plunged it into her heaving chest,

and moved her tits back and forth across his face furiously,  un-

til  she  collapsed  backward into the furniture.  Both Marty and

Eric were breathing very heavily.

 

"You girls play hardball on  a  first  date,  don't  you?",  Eric

laughed.

 

Blair moved in close  to  him.   "I'm  sorry,  Eric  honey",  she

purred,  "its  just that we were in so much pain."  Amanda nodded

in agreement.  "We're not that old,  you  know.   We're  younger,

well, than we look."

 

"My sister told me", Marty ventured.  "She told me you were  only

twelve, Blair, and you were even younger, Amanda.  Boy, after to-

day, I sure find that hard to believe."

 

Blair and Amanda fastened their bras  back  into  place,  put  on

their  tops,  and relaced and tied the cords across their chests.

"See", said Eric, "your boobs haven't grown an inch."  Amanda and

Blair shared a significant glance.

 

"They will", Blair asserted, "just  give  them  a  little  time."

Amanda  noted  a  delicious warmth spreading across her chest, as

agreeable a feeling as the other had been  sharp  and  uncomfort-

able.   "Mine  are  starting already", she crowed, giving Marty's

hand a squeeze, "Watch!"

 

Eric and Marty stared in disbelief as Amanda's top began to  bil-

low  outward gently.  The cords on the blouse that she had so re-

cently laced up began to work its way loose, and  the  knot  gave

way.   The  sensation  was that of direct noonday sunlight on her

chest, and Amanda squealed with  delight.   "oh,  that  feels  so

**good**!!", she exclaimed.

 

Blair felt a ball of warmth rise  from  her  loins  up  into  her

chest,  and  suffuse.   her  breasts  were tingling.  She grabbed

Eric's hand.  "I'm starting now, too", she boasted.

 

Blair's blouse began to rise gently, and the knot holding the two

sides of her blouse together began to work its way loose as well.

Amanda's breasts were visibly growing now.  "I bet  I'm  a  C-cup

now, Blair", she said proudly.  Eric put his hand on Blair's left

breast, and he felt it expand under his  touch.   Blair  put  her

hand on top of Eric's and gave it a pat.

 

Marty glanced slack-jawed from Amanda's chest  to  Blair's.   The

cord  had worked its way loose of the first set of eyelets now on

both of them, and a good deal of cleavage was visible ,  for  the

first time, through the gap.  Then Blair shuddered again.  "Oh my

God, what a **rush**", she exclaimed.  The  leather  cord  pulled

loose  of  the second set of eyelets as Blair's expanding titties

surged through the growing gap.  "I've passed  you  now,  Mandy",

she gloated.

 

"Not for long, Sis", responded Amanda.  And then her own  breasts

grew suddenly, catching up, and even slightly passing her sister.

Both girls had now about tripled in volume, and  the  imprint  of

their  overextended bras were visible through the fronts of their

blouses, which had pulled up out of their jeans,  exposing  their

navels.    "How   big   you   think   we are now?S, asked Amanda.

Eric swallowed hard.   "Between  a  D-Cup  and  a  Double-D",  he

croaked.

 

"Aaarrrgh", roared Blair.  The cord fell  out  of  the  last  two

eyelets,  and now hung limply down the front of her rapidly grow-

ing chest.  The aperture of her blouse was opened now  as  widely

as it could, and about six inches of cleavage could be seen.  Her

bra gave way in front, and her  expanding  boobs  shook  as  they

sprang  forth  from  their enclosure.  The bottoms of her breasts

were now visible as her blouse worked its way ever higher on  her

chest.

 

"OOOOOAAAAHHHHH", shrieked Amanda.  She  pulled  off  her  blouse

with   great   difficulty,  peeling it back away from her growing

mounds.  Her bra popped its insignificant  front  clasps  as  her

breasts  tumbled out into liberty.  Eric and Marty gasped as they

saw her formerly dainty breasts fill out like a water attached to

a slow faucet, getting bigger, bigger, and bigger still.

 

Marty crossed himself and kissed the tip of his  thumb.   He  was

clearly  in  the presence of the supernatural here.  Blair turned

to Eric and lifted her hands  over  her  head.   Her  blouse  had

worked  its  way  up  so  far that half her breasts were visible.

"Please help me out, Eric honey", she pleaded, "I don't  want  to

get stuck in here."

 

With a mighty tug, Eric managed to pull  his  growing  girlfriend

free  of  her  blouse, which had clearly become more of an encum-

brance than a covering. Both Amanda and  Blair  had  pretty  much

finished  growing  now.  Their large firm breasts quivered like a

dewdrop on a leaf from time to time as they grew a couple of cen-

timeters or so.

 

Amanda and Blair stood  up  to  survey  the  damage.   The  newly

sprouted  breasts  jiggled  and shook substantially, and it was a

while before they were steady enough for them to see clearly  how

big they had become.

 

Amanda cupped her hands under her newly-augmented mounds.  "Wow",

she  gloated,  "Now  these  are decent!!"   Blair picked her now-

useless 36-B brassiere up off the floor, fallen in  the  line  of

duty  under  overwhelming odds.  "This won't be too useful now, I

don't think."  Amanda picked hers up and laid  it  gently  across

the   tops   of her newly swollen mounds.  "Looks a Barbie-dollUs

bra now, doesn't it, Sis?"

 

Blair's enlarged breasts were the size of  muskmelons,  actually,

fairly  large  muskmelons,  and  covered  most  of  her rib cage.

Amanda's were smaller, about the size of decent  cantelopes,  but

since  she  was shorter, and had a smaller frame, what she lacked

in volume she compensated for in proportion.

 

Both sisters were delighted in the turn of events, and turned  to

give  their  boyfriends a view of the new developments.  Eric and

Marty were totally speechless. Like most American  teenage  boys,

they  had  spent  a  lot  of time hunched over Playboy magazines.

This was like a magazine come to life  before  their  very  eyes.

Just  then  they heard someone at the door.  Amanda and Blair hid

behind the couch.

 

****************

 

 

 

 

Mary Lou Rodriguez opened the door, and strode in.  She didn't so

much  enter  a  room as she possessed it.  "Marty, Eric, what are

you guys doing here?", she exclaimed.  Then  she  saw  Blair  and

Amanda  peeking  over  the top of the sofa. "Oh, getting a little

action, aren't we, brother mine?"  She gasped as the two  sisters

stood  up.   "My  God,  Marty", she said, "where'd you find these

little booby girls?"

 

Marty flushed crimson.  "They're friends of  Sherrie's.   They're

here for Marsha's quince."

 

Mary Lou motioned to Blair and Amanda, someone  hesitant  to  ap-

proach  this big, loud girl.  "Come on, you two, let's get a look

at you.  Don't be shy.  I should think with tits like  those  you

two have, you wouldn't have the luxury of being shy."  She turned

to her brother and gave him a big hug.  "If this is what there is

comin' up behind me, I'll have to watch my back."  She thrust out

a hand to the two sisters.  "My name's Mary Lou.  I'm Marty's big

sister.  Encantada, pleased to meet you."

 

Amanda grabbed Mary Lou's hand and grinned broadly.  She felt  an

instant sympathy to this big outgoing, happy girl.  "I'm Amanda",

she said.  The movement of her arm shaking Mary Lou's  hand  made

her new breasts jiggle seductively.

 

Blair offered her hand next.  "I'm Blair Reilly.   Glad  to  meet

you."

 

"Why don't you two get dressed and go on  back  to  the  party?",

Mary  Lou  asked,  "It  seems a shame to keep four fine tits like

yours shut up in here with my dumb brother and his dumb  friend."

She  turned  to Marty and Eric.  "Oh, I know what you boys are up

to.  Even you, Young-Mr.-Gentleman Eric.  One of these  days  I'm

gonna bang your chimes so hard, you'll ring for three days."  She

planted a kiss on his cheek.  "Pretty bold of little  grape-soda-

tits Sherrie to have these two for friends, though."

 

"Uh, Mary Lou", stuttered Marty, "we kinda got  a  problem."   He

and Eric went on to describe how they had brought Blair and Aman-

da down to the rec room for make-out session, and ended up  with,

well,  this.   "I  swear,  these  are the clothes they  wore down

here."  He held up Amanda's now clearly inadequate bra and top.

 

Mary Lou examined the evidence, and stared at  the  sister's  ex-

uberant  chests.   "I  don't  know how far to believe you, Marty.

If it was possible to grow tits like those  in  fifteen  minutes,

doctors  and chemists would be lining up outside these two's door

five wide and hundreds deep."  Then she smiled.  "Doesn't matter.

If the two of you need some clothes for whatever reason, Mary Lou

can fix you up."  She cupped two hands under her own generous bo-

som.   "I  know  a  little something about having big boobs.  I'm

gonna take these two to the beach house with me tonight  to  meet

the  other  girls.   Marty, you go tell Papi to call these girls'

parents and make arrangements."

 

Mary Lou went to rummaging around in the  room,  pulling  clothes

and underware out of odd spaces.  "I'm a 38DD myself, girls.  You

know something about those letters, don't you?  Its a joke,  like

they don't want to say 38-E or something.  If anyone's wondering,

I'm 43-28-38.  Anyway, Blair, I think you can fit into some of my

clothes,  even  though  it might be a bit loose everywhere but in

the chest.  Your sister may  have  to  try  on  one  of  my  38-C

bras,though.   I   still  have  one  or two left from junior high

around here somewhere."

 

Mary Lou vanished for a moment, then reappeared with  an  armload

of  clothes.   "I know about clothes not fitting, girls", she ex-

claimed upon entering, "I grew three cup  sizes  in  the  seventh

grade,  and  my father was furious.  'No way I'm  gonna buy D-cup

bras for a twelve year old girl!' he hollered once at the  dinner

table.   Spent  the  whole  year  holding my breath.  Your mother

looks like she wants to hold on to her little girls just a little

longer,   no?"   Mary  Lou  lifted up Blair's tormented shirt and

bra.  "No way to account for parents.

 

She gave Blair one of her own bras, and Blair put it on.  It  was

tight,  and was obviously made for a girl with a broader back and

smaller breasts.  Blair's tits overwhelmed the DD-cups,  and  the

only  thing  that  made  the bra fit at all was the fact that the

longer straps on the sides helped  compensate  for  the  lack  of

space in the cups.

 

Mary Lou felt Blair's arms and shoulders as she held up  a  shirt

for  Blair  to look at.  "Well, Missie", she exclaimed.   "You've

got some muscles underneath all that too.  I'd hate to be the bee

that dips into your honeypot without permission!"

 

Mary Lou drew her breath in audibly.  "Blair, it takes  one  hell

of  a woman to overstuff one of **my** bras."  She turned towards

Amanda, reaching out a sadly worn bra to her.  This is the best I

could  find.  36-D."  Amanda pulled it on, and found that she had

the same problem as her sister; too little  back,  and  too  much

tit.   Breast-flesh  was poking out the top and sides of the bra,

but it stayed on.

 

Blair put on a Hawaiian shirt Mary Lou found  for  her.   It  fit

fairly  well,  except that it was loose in the shoulders.  Amanda

had to make do with a one-size-fits-all black  knit  halter  top.

"You two look fairly presentable now", gloated Mary Lou, "Amanda!

Pull that top down a little.  You weren't given all that cleavage

just to hide it under a lot of fabric!"

 

Eric and Marty returned.  Mr. Rodriguez had gotten permission for

Blair  and Amanda to stay two weeks with Mary Lou and some of her

friends in the Rodriguez' beach house up the  coast.   Blair  and

Amanda  were thrilled.  They had formed an instant bond with this

big, breezy girl who treated them so well.

 

"Papi says he'll send the driver after the  girls'  things,  Mary

Lou.",  said Marty.  "We can take the Lexus, since there won't be

room in your Porsche for all of us."

 

Mary Lou laughed.  "What do you mean 'us', brother mine?  You two

aren't  coming  along.   Not  right now, anyway.   This is a girl

party.   Oh,  don't  worry.   We'll  have  your  little   stacked

girlfriends back to you in one piece."  She grabbed the keys from

her brother.  "We'll take the Lexus anyway."

 

The drive up the coast was exhilarating.  Mary  Lou  talked  non-

stop;  about  boys,  clothes, cars, parties, and about having big

breasts.  "You know, it isn't easy finding clothes that fit well.

I had to learn to sew, and do alterations.  Most outfits that fit

well around the boobs flap like tents everywhere else.   Its  not

so  bad  at home.  Here in this town we got a lot of Cuban girls,

and Jewish girls, and Jamaican girls and what not, that have  de-

cent  figures.   But  I'm  going  to  Illinois to school, and I'm

afraid all the clothes  will  be  made  for  the  fat-ass-no-tits

crowd..."

 

About an hor and a half later,  they  pulled  up  the  Rodriguez'

beach  house.   It  was dark, but the house was aglow with lights

behind a tall white wall.  Mary Lou pushed a button  and  a  gate

opened,  and  they  drove  in.  She honked the horn, and the door

opened.  Blair and Amanda saw a girl's shape  silhoutted  against

the light.

 

"Suzie!", shouted Mary Lou, "Tell the others we've got some  com-

pany!"

 

Mary Lou ushered Blair and Amanda into  the  living  room,  where

three  other  girls were eating a pizza.  In an instant, they saw

why Mary Lou wanted the two of them to come along. All the  girls

in the room were at least as big as Mary Lou!!

 

"I found us some new little sisters!", shouted Mary Lou, and  the

other girls got up to greet them.  "Hi, I'm Janet", said a blonde

with green eyes.  A short dark-haired girl in a swimsuit top  and

cutoffs  extended  her  hand.   "I'm Lisa.  Delighted to have you

here.  Looks like you'll fit right in."  The last girl was Suzie,

who had met them at the door.  She was tall, not quite so tall as

Mary Lou, and was Oriental.  All three were D-cups or better.

 

"Welcome to the 'Booby Hatch', Amanda,  Blair",  Lisa  exclaimed,

"Where did Mary Lou find you two?"

 

Mary Lou answered.  "They were at Marsha Sanchez's quince  at  my

parents' house.", she laughed, "My brother and one of his friends

were trying to fuck them, and I rescued them.   They're  sisters,

by the way."

 

"Half-sisters, actually", Blair corrected,  "and  I  don't  think

Marty and Eric..."

 

"Marty and Eric are guys", interrupted Mary Lou, "and if I inter-

rupted anything, I'm sorry.  Marty knows where this place is, and

from the looks of your sister, it won't be too long before  he'll

be begging an invitation up here."

 

All the girls laughed.  They made room for Blair  and  Amanda  in

their  circle,  and returned to the pizza.  Then Mary Lou said to

Suzie, "Hey, Suzie, send for some more beer!"  Suzie went out  of

the room and returned in a moment.  A few minutes later there was

a knock at the gate, and Suzie  went  out  and  returned  with  a

twelve-pack.

 

"You girls may be a little young for beer", Mary Lou  said,  "But

there's plenty of Pepsi and other stuff in the 'fridge."

 

"Young for beer?", commented Lisa, "How young are they?"

 

Mary Lou opened a beer.  "I couldn't get a straight answer out of

my  brother,  but  they were younger that he is, and younger than

Sherrie and Marsha."  She turned to Blair.  "How old are you two,

anyway?"

 

"I'm fourteen, and Amanda's a year younger.", lied Blair.   Well,

why  not, she thought, who's gonna believe the truth, or even the

old lie they let Marty  and  Eric  believe;  twelve  and  eleven.

There  was a moment of collective silence. "But we'll have a cou-

ple of beers anyway", she added.

 

"When you got tits like that, you can be as old as  you  want  to

be",  Lisa  remarked.   She thrust out her capacious bosom, which

Blair noted was still smaller than hers or Amanda's.  "These  ba-

bies  were  getting  me  into  clubs at thirteen."  All the girls

laughed.

 

They finished the twelve pack, and sent for another.   Blair  and

Amanda  wondered  how  they  did it.  Mary Lou went into the next

room, returned, and within minutes, there was  a  racket  at  the

gate.  Lisa went out and got the beer.  By the time they had fin-

ished that, all the girls were in a very good mood.  Suzie  stood

up.  "Time for the tittie pledge", she laughed.

 

All the girls stood to their feet, put their right hands on their

left breasts, and recited witth mock seriousness,

 

"I pledge allegiance

 to my tits,

 and to all the benefits

 which they afford me.

 And to the sorority

 of the overstuffed bra,

 one true sisterhood,

 triumphant,

 with liberty

 and all the good-looking guys

 for just-us."

 

and collapsed in laughter.

 

Suzie pulled Blair over.  "Kinda silly isn't it?"  Blair  agreed,

nodding  her  head.  "Mary Lou started it, she and I, back in the

seventh grade, when it became obvious that we  were  built  more,

well,  generously  than  the  other girls.  Over the years, as we

came to know Janice and Lisa, we asked  them  into  the  club  as

well."   She looked down at Blair's chest.  "In five years, we've

only added two new members.  Now we add two more  in  one  night!

Welcome to our jolly little clan!"  She and Blair embraced.

 

Lisa stood up somewhat woozily, and motioned for Amanda to follow

her.  "I wanna show you our delivery system, Amanda.  C'mon."

 

They went into a room that had a large window open.   The  window

gave  out  onto a promenade where a lot of people were walking up

and down the beach.  In the background, you could hear  the  slow

murmur of the ocean.

 

"Go on.  Get us some sodas.  Pepsis.", Lisa ordered.  "Its  easy.

Choose any one of these guys, flash 'em a little tit, and they'll

be down at the gate in no time."

 

Amanda swallowed hard.  It seemed a little brazen, but she pulled

her  halter  top down to practically the nipples, exposing a vast

expanse of tawny breast.  Lisa whistled in appreciation.  "That's

the spirit, kid."

 

"Hey, good-looking!", Amanda shouted to a dark-haired  young  man

of maybe seventeen or eighteen.

 

"Well, hey baby", came the reply.

 

Amanda began to swell with a sense of confidence and  power.   So

this  is  what  it was like to be a real woman, with big, shapely

tits.  "Hey, go get us a twelve pack of Pepsi.  Bring it to  that

gate  down  there!"   She  indicated  the front gate with a long,

slender brown finger.  She shook her tits and blew  him  a  kiss.

The young man disappeared into the night.

 

"Hey, I forgot to give him the money!", Amanda cried.

 

Lisa exploded in laughter.  "Money?  We **never** give  the  poor

bastards  any money."  When the Pepsi boy returned, he got a kiss

on the cheek from Lisa in payment.  "Cute, but he got  more  than

he deserved.", she said to Amanda with an air of conspiracy.

 

The next few days followed in a blaze  of  activity.   The  girls

treated  Amanda and Blair to a lifestyle they had only previously

dreamed of.  One day, Mary Lou, who seemed to  have  an  inexhau-

stable  supply  of  money,  took  them shopping.  The other three

girls ooohed and aaahed at each outfit, and Amanda and Blair  be-

gan  to  feel  a little like live Barbie dolls.  But, the clothes

were so beautiful, the salespeople so deferential, and their  new

figures  commanded  such  admiration  and  respect that Blair and

Amanda soon lost their reserve.

 

They couldn't find any bras that fit well in any  of  the  retail

stores.   Blair  sweated  and struggled into a couple 36-DDs, but

she couldn't squeeze all of her bounty into  them.   "My  God,  I

can't believe my tits are TOO big now", she exclaimed.  The girls

didn't have any more luck with Amanda.  The 36-DDs fit  her,  but

the  cups were way too small for her large breasts, and they were

very uncomfortable.

 

Mary Lou took them both by the hand.  "We're gonna have to  visit

a  friend of mine.", she said, and drove them to a little shop on

the other side of town from the beach.  It  was  a  little,  non-

descript  place  with  a  bold  sign  in  the  window annnouncing

ALTERATIONS/CONFECCIONES in English and Spanish.  Mary Lou opened

the door and peeked in.  "Yoo-hoo, Marina", she shouted, "Are you

home?"  There came a bustle from inside the  shop,  and  a  small

woman  of  about fifty came out to greet them.  When she saw Mary

Lou, she gave her a big hug.

 

"Maria", she cried, "Its so long that I don' see you.  How's  the

familia?"

 

Mary Lou pulled herself away from the older lady's grip.   "Fine,

mamita,  just  fine.  Mamita linda, I have two new friends that I

need your help with."  She pushed Blair and Amanda towards  Mari-

na.

 

"Que lindas ninas!", Marina  exclaimed.  "What  beautiful  girls.

Such big girls, too"

 

"They're too big for the shops, mamita, that's why  I've  brought

them to you."

 

"You did the right thing, Maria, Marina knows how to take care of

her  special girls."  She motioned to Amanda and Blair, who moved

over to her side. She put an arm around each one.   "Such  pretty

girls, Maria, like you when I first saw you."

 

Marina started on Blair.  "Such pretty red  hair,  darling.   All

the  boys  are  gonna  die to get their hands on such a beautiful

head of hair."

 

"Her hair isn't why were here.", laughed Mary Lou.

 

"I know, I know, Maria", Marina laughed.   She  made  Blair  take

her shirt off, and sucked in her breath when she saw the wide ex-

panse of Blair's firm young bosom.  "Wow, Maria, look at  these!"

She  measured  Blair  just under the swell of her breasts, across

the rib cage.  "30 inches.  That makes her  bra  size  36.   Good

size. I got lots of 36's."  Then Marina measured Blair across the

fullest part of her melon-sized breasts.  "Maria,  we  got  us  a

real  tape-buster  here.   She's 43 and 3/4 inches across, almost

44.  That would make her, let's see, an F or a   G   cup."    She

did   a  quick  measurement  of Blair's waist, 24 inches, and her

hips, 35 1/2 inches, just for reference.  Then she  moved  on  to

Amanda.

 

Marina drew the tape measure across Amanda's rib cage just  under

her   large,  jutting  breasts.  "This little one's daintier, but

I think she's going to be  harder  to  fit.   She's   27   inches

across,  bra size  32."   Then she pulled her tape measure across

the fullness of  her  well-endowed  chest.   "Forty-one   inches,

Maria!   You brought  me  some prize winners today.   This little

one's defin- itely going to be needing a G, maybe a 32-H."  Next,

she measured Amanda's waist, 19 inches, and her hips, 33.

 

"Do you have anything that can fit them, Maria?", asked Mary Lou

 

"I might have some things in the back",  Marina  answered.   Then

she disappeared into the back room, and brought back a handful of

gayly colored and coquettish-looking bras.  "I got more  for  the

big  one than for the little one, honey", she announced, "but you

gotta 'spect that."

 

Blair and Amanda tried on the bras.  What a relief!  Not only did

the  bras  fit like they were born into them, but they gave a vry

seductive lift and  jaunt  to  the  sisters'  large  and  shapely

breasts.   Amanda  was  particularly  impressed with the two that

Marina found for her.  She  looked  at  the  tag  several  times.

 

Blair pushed against the sides of her breasts.  They felt so full

and  heavy,  but this bra held them up so well.  The front of the

bra dipped low in the front, exposing the tops of her breasts, so

that she could use this one with a low-cut blouse.

 

Then Marina disappeared into the back, and re-emerged with trium-

phantly  with what had to be the catch of the day.  "Two swimming

suits, darlings!", she exclaimed.  "Just as if they were made  to

order  for  your  young  friends."   They  were  beautiful,  too.

Blair's was a sea-blue top and bottom, and Amanda's was  a  solid

black, also a two-piece.

 

"I been takin' care of Maria  since  she  was  a  little  girl.",

boasted  Marina,  "Not  that she's ever been little.  Not since I

been knowing her, anyway."   Marina  threw  out  her  own  still-

impressive  bust.   "Get  'em  young,  take good care of 'em, and

you'll keep 'em a long time."  Then  there  were  more  hugs  and

kisses  all  around, for Blair, Mary Lou, Lisa, Suzie, Janice and

Amanda, and the friends departed back to their beach house.

 

---

 

That night, Mary Lou decided they should go out  and  break  some

hearts.  The girls all rented some inline skates and skated about

a mile or two up the beach.  Before they got back, about  fifteen

or so guys were following them.

 

Amanda and Blair were astounded.  They weren't nerds, either, but

good-looking, well-muscled guys.  Even some that looked like they

might be twenty-something.

 

Blair found out it wasn't so hard to talk  to  them,  since  they

kept  their eyes pretty much focused on her chest, and didn't pay

too much attention to what she said.  If she wanted  any  one  of

them  to  do  anything  for her, she found she merely had to lean

over ever so slightly.

 

 

After a couple of days,  Blair  and  Amanda began  to  feel  old-

er,  more grown-up.  Mary Lou, Suzie, and the others didn't treat

them like  little  girls,  but  as  complete equals.   They  even

deferred  a bit to Blair and Amanda, since the sisters had bigger

breasts than any of the rest of   them.    Blair  was   delighted

when   she  won  the  annual  big-bra  contest.  All of the other

girls, even Mary Lou, had  flopped  around   inside   her  mighty

36-G,   and she had overstuffed all of theirs.  By the end of the

first week, Blair and Amanda felt they had  never  been  happier,

but were a little apprehensive about when the outside world would

intrude on their private big-breasted paradise.  Mary Lou,  espe-

cially,  treated  them   like   visiting  royalty,  but then  she

had  a particular social instinct.  Well-endowed girls like  her-

self  and  her  friends, Blair and Amanda  discovered,  were con-

sidered  by Mary Lou to be a natural aristocracy,  born  to  com-

mand and to have their every whim catered  to.   Men,  and  less-

endowed women, existed merely to serve them.

 

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Amanda was sitting out on the beach early in the morning, letting

the  rising sun caress her face and hair.  There weren't too many

people up and about; a couple of joggers,  a  young  family  with

some  kids,  an elderly couple walking up the beach.  Amanda took

off a large, floppy sweatshirt she was wearing, and  reclined  on

the towel.  She looked down at the top.  It was amazing that this

swimsuit should not only fit her, but actually be  attractive  as

well.  She had gotten so large on top.

 

Amanda stood up and stretched, an action that would have drawn  a

fairly good- sized crowd if she had attempted it later in the day

with more people on the beach.  She started walking up the board-

walk.

 

There were some squares marked in  chalk  for  hopscotch  on  the

boardwalk.   Amanda had liked playing hopscotch when, well, when,

she was a little girl, all of  three  or  four  weeks  ago.   She

picked  up  a  pebble  and  tossed  it  onto the '1' square.  She

couldn't even see the '1' square, really, with her new  boobs  in

the  way,  but she guessed at where it was and lept over it, con-

tinuing down the other squares to the '10'.   Her  large  breasts

heaved  and  wobbled  inside  the bikini top with the effort, and

caused an old man passing by to spill his coffee on himself.

 

Amanda continued her game.  A couple of early risers had  stopped

and were lounging against the benches, watching her.  Amanda kept

on.  She knew now that guys were going to be watching her.

 

Then two little girls came running out a house a couple of  doors

down from where Amanda was playing, and began screaming at her.

 

"Hey, lady!", yelled the smaller of the two, "What'cha doin' with

our  game?"  Amanda  glanced  up,  and  saw  with horror that the

younger of the two was Felice Barnes, from Ms. Harrison's  second

grade class.

 

"Felice!", Amanda replied without thinking, "What are  you  doing

here?"

 

Felice eyed Amanda with enormous suspicion.  Amanda  was  a  good

foot  taller  than Felice.  "How do you know my name, lady?", she

asked Amanda.

 

"Uh, I,m Amanda Quinteros' uh, I'm her mother.", sputtered  Aman-

da.

 

"Hmmph", grunted the little girl.  "Now I see  where  Amanda  got

her  tits  from.   You know she was wearing a B-cup when she left

school."

 

Amanda thrust her chest out  proudly.   What  a  difference,  she

thought.   Only a few short weeks ago, she would have been indis-

tinguishable from this unremarkable, curveless little girl.   She

moved  her  hands  across  her bikini top, down to her waist, and

down her thighs.  Now she had a woman's body,  and  more  than  a

woman's body.  She moved back to her towel and sat down.

 

And a woman's desires to go with the body, she thought.  All last

night, she had felt restless.  She felt a slight ache down in her

pelvis.  She thought about Marty, and his  strong  hands  on  her

large  breasts,  rotating them, caressing them, putting his mouth

on her nipples.

 

She began to feel a little loose and sweaty.  She put  her  hands

on  her  breasts,  then moved them quickly away.  She didn't need

**them** growing again.

 

Amanda reclined onto the beach towel, and feeling the warm  touch

of  the  sun on her body, found her hands moving against her will

up towards her large breasts and down towards  that  hungry  clam

under her bikini bottom.

 

******

 

Blair sat in the window of one of the bedrooms, watching the peo-

ple  pass  up  down  the  boardwalk.  She stroked her left breast

idly.  For some reason, her breasts had  been  feeling,  well,  a

little tender today.

 

She thought about Eric, and how badly Eric had wanted to be  with

her.   But  Eric really wasn't Blair's sort of guy.  When she got

to thinking about it, Eric was really too, well, too  much  of  a

gentleman.   Blair  was  a  street girl, and she wanted more of a

street-smart guy.

 

She sighed.  Of course, it wouldn't hurt a bit if he was a  hand-

some  bastard, like the fellow she could see coming up the board-

walk.  Now this was a guy worth watching, she thought to herself.

He  was  tall,  about  six-three, and **very** well-muscled.  She

looked with growing interest at his broad shoulders,  thick  tri-

angular neck, and narrow waist.

 

His face looked somewhat familiar.  It had an African cast to it,

large,  sensual  mouth,  short, kinky hair, but it had an Asiatic

flavor as well.  It was a very handsome face.   The  good-looking

guy  was  just about level with Blair when she had a sudden shock

of recognition.

 

"Tommy!", she screamed, "My God! Tommy!  I don't believe it!"

 

It was Tommy.  The face was the same, the swagger was  the  same,

even  the way he held his head on his neck was the same.  The old

Tommy, however, was thin and rail-like.  This Tommy had a body to

die for!

 

She waved to this new,  gorgeous  Tommy.   "Hey,  Tommy,  I'm  up

here!"  Tommy  looked  in  the direction of the shout and saw the

fresh-faced, red-haired big-breasted girl waving to him from  the

window.   Nothing  unusual.   Women were all the time calling his

name and waving to him, now.  But this girl looked familiar.  She

kept waving.  Maybe she did know him.

 

Then Tommy recognized her.  "Blair Reilly!", he  shouted,  "Well,

dip  me  in  dog  shit!  Hot damn, Blair, you lookin' good!  What

kinda vitamins you takin'?"

 

Blair thrust her large chest out, knowing it would have an appre-

ciative   audience.   "You  mean  my  tits, donUt you?  They look

good, don't they?", she teased, "Almost as good as you.S

 

Tommy was right under her window, looking up, a wide smile cross-

ing  his handsome face.  Blair leaned over and stretched her hand

out to him.  "C'mon up here, Tommy!S

 

"Blair, you crazy bitch!", Tommy laughed, "I  weigh  two  hundred

fifty  pounds."  Blair laughed back at him.  "And I can lift you,

Tommy", she replied.  He grabbed her hand, and she lifted him ef-

fortlessly up into the air and pulled him into the window.

 

"How you did that, Blair?", said Tommy, still a little rattled by

the  ex-  perience.   Blair  stepped back into the empty bedroom.

"Damn, Blair", he exclaimed, "Where'dya get the tits?  They  look

decent as hell!"

 

"You got some explaining to do, too, Tommy",  she  replied,  "the

last  time I saw you, you were a skinny little gangstah- wannabee

with a bad case of acne and a 'tude to match."

 

"Kinda filled out since then, haven't I?",  Tommy  said  smiling,

flexing  his  hands in his lap, making the biceps push out on his

powerful arms.  "I don't know how it happened.  I  just  started,

well,  you  know,  growing, since the last time I saw you.  did a

couple a' weeks in the Juvie home.  A  bunch  a   no-future  nig-

gahs   thought  they'z   gonna   kick   my  ass there , they sure

caught a surprise.  Then when I got out, I  just   kep'   gettin'

bigger."    He  caught sight  of  himself  in the mirror.  "Lotsa

ladies shoutin' little Tommy's name from windows these days."

 

 

Blair sat down beside him on the  bed,  and  began  brushing  her

large  breasts  on  Tommy's  arm.  It felt good, and sent tingles

down her abdomen to the place between her legs.  "You know,  Tom-

my", she purred, "we got some unfinished business.  The last time

I saw you..."

 

Tommy finished the sentence for her.  "I said if you grew tits, I

was gonna fuck you."

 

She put an arm around his broad, muscular shoulders, crushing her

big  breasts   against   his   back  and sending pulses of desire

running through her body.  "I got tits now, Tommy", she whispered

hoarse- ly, "Big ones, too."

 

"It was the night...", Tommy began.

 

"We stole the milk outta the  back  of  that  white  car",  Blair

responded,  "That  milk,  did  you notice anything, well, strange

about it?"

 

"Can't remember right off", Tommy mused, stroking his  chin  with

his hand, "Why?"

 

"You should see Amanda, Tommy."

 

"Why?  Amanda, your sister right?", Tommy asked,  "skinny  little

kid with black hair, big brown eyes?"

 

"That skinny little kid looks twenty-four now", responded  Blair,

"Five  foot  four  with  a set of tits you wouldn't believe.  Not

much smaller than mine, actually.  Now you, showin' up  here  all

big  and  puffed  up  with muscles and all.  You, me, and Amanda.

Five or six weeks ago, all of us were just a  lot  of  snot-nosed

kids.   Now,  Amanda  'n'  me busting out of our shirts, and you,

well, look at you.  How old are you, Tommy?"

 

"Thirteen", he answered.

 

"Right.  And I'm ten.  **Ten** years old, dammit!"  Blair  pushed

her  chest  out  for emphasis, letting Tommy appreciate their ex-

traordinary size and volume.  "Do these look  like  the  kind  of

knockers  girls  have in the fifth grade?  How many guys your age

look like you, Tommy?  Not many?  Not  one!   And  Amanda!    She

what,  she's  going  to turn nine in August.  Nine years old, and

she has a forty-one inch bust.  She's wearing a 32-H bra,  Tommy.

She's a woman!"

 

 

"What're ya tryin' to say, Blair?", asked Tommy,  a  little  con-

fused.

 

"That it had to be the milk, the milk  we  stole,  that  made  my

breasts so big, and not the fact that, well, Eric touched them."

 

"Whaaa-a-a-a-t?"

 

Blair told him the story, the whole story,  from  the  beginning.

About  the  first time they grew, and Lateesha's explanation, and

the party, and Marty and Eric, and  how  they  grew  even  larger

after that.

 

Tommy was impressed.  He told Blair his story, which was somewhat

similar.   Blair snuggled in closer to him, running her hands now

all over his body, and rubbing her chest against his back.  "That

means  its  OK  to let you touch them, Tommy.  That means we can,

well, finish our unfinished business."  She saw the growing bulge

in  his pants, then reached down to open his zipper, and slip her

hand inside.  What she found surprised and delighted her.

 

"Muscles ain't the only thing I been growing, Blair baby!", Tommy

exulted.

 

******************

 

Amanda returned to the beachhouse about  noon.   She  looked  for

Blair,  but  she couldn't find her.  Lisa and Suzie were planning

to leave, and were packing up Lisa's car.  Janice wasn't anywhere

around,  and  the only trace of Mary Lou was a note on the refri-

gerator saying she had gone into town to pick up her sister.  The

sisterhood was breaking up, it seemed.

 

 

Putting on a hat, and wrapping a towel around her  waist,  Amanda

sauntered  up  the  boardwalk  to the sidewalk cafes.  There, the

lunch crowd was packing the tables, trying to escape the heat  of

the day.

 

As Amanda moved past the tables, she saw the men's  heads  swivel

to  follow  the  movement of her breasts as a passing magnet will

draw a trail of iron filings.  She sat down on  a  stool  at  the

bar,  and  ordered a beer.  The bar- tender served her up without

asking her for any I.d.  She stared down at her large,  suntanned

tits.  These are all the I.D. I need anymore, she thought.

 

A couple of guys tried to hit on her  as  she  sat  drinking  the

beer.   Her  breasts  were  aching by now, but she wasn't too in-

terested in their advances.  Way too old for her,  for  one,  she

thought.   Guys  of thirty or better hitting on an eight-year-old

girl.  There ought to be a law, she thought indignantly.

 

Amanda ordered another beer, hoping that the cool beverage  would

douse  the  fires  she felt beginning to burn down inside of her.

She finished the second beer, quickly.  She stood  up,  and  felt

nothing.   I  bet  these big tits soak up liquor like two big old

sponges, she thought.  I could probably polish off a twelve  pack

by myself.

 

After lounging around in the cool shade for  about  an  hour  and

fending  off  a couple more advances, Amanda decided to return to

the beach house.  By this time, she had picked up a tail  like  a

comet, as about five or six guys left when she did, following her

down the beach.  Why do  they  have  to  be   so   obvious,   she

thought.

 

When she got back, she saw Mary Lou's  car  in  the  atrium,  but

there was no sign of her in the house.  Amanda went upstairs into

one of the bedrooms.  The house appeared  to  be  deserted.   She

released her aching breasts from their captivity under the bikini

top, and it fluttered onto the bed.  Her breasts sagged very lit-

tle, but her nipples went quickly erect from the cool air- condi-

tioning.

 

Pinching her nipples between her thumbs and  forefingers,  Amanda

felt a rush of pleasure surge through her, and her breath started

coming in short pants.  She grabbed  great  handfuls  of  breast-

flesh in both hands, and gasped with delight.  Stroking the sides

and tops of her breasts, she felt jolts of pure  delight  pulsing

through  her  great mams, down through her trunk, into her snatch

and down the inside of her thighs.   She  heard  the  door  close

behind her.

 

Two arms reached out from her back and cupped her ample  breasts.

"Let me do that, honey", she heard a girl's voice say.

 

**************

 

Blair continued stroking Tommy's wonderful dick.  "It's  so  BIG,

Tommy", she cooed. "I had no idea these things got so big."

 

"Usually, they don't, Blair baby", Tommy smirked.  "Mine  started

growing when I started getting taller, but it don't have to be so

big.  Watch"

 

Tommy's dick, which had been about a foot long, began to diminish

in Blair's hand, until it dwindled to about half its former size,

but still hard and erect.

 

"Make it bigger again, please Tommy!", Blair begged.

 

Tommy restored his dick to its former glory, and Blair cooed with

delight.   "Yeah.  Most of 'em say that, Blair baby.  But some of

height.  That makes it handy to be able to shrink it like that."

 

Blair and Tommy had been taking advantage of  the  unusual  quiet

and  privacy of the house to investigate the changes that had oc-

cured to both of them. Tommy was very impressed by the  size  and

shape of Blair's breasts, and by the rest of her as well.

 

Blair was astounded by Tommy's new body.  Not only  did  it  look

good,  but it felt good too, in all the right places.  She passed

her hands over his arms, his shoulders, his legs.  All areas were

rock hard and strong-feeling.

 

Blair was sitting beside Tommy, and she saw her nipples  stiffen-

ing.  She leaned her breasts lightly against his arm, and brushed

her nipples against his arm and shoulder.  Tommy reacted to  this

by  cupping  his left hand under her right breast and stroking in

softly.  Even as big as Tommy's hands had become, Blair was  gra-

tified to see that she had much more than a handful.

 

"You wanna fuck, Blair?  It won't be the first time for me."

 

Blair was beyond recall, her  breasts  pounding  from  the  inner

surgings of pressure and joy.  "I can't think of anyone I'd rath-

er do it with for the first time than you, Tommy."  She  lay  him

down  on the bed, and straddled his chest, her large, melon-sized

breasts dangling mere inches from his face.  She flung herself on

him,  burying  his face in her womanly tits.  He grabbed her hips

and positioned her until she was sitting directly in front of his

majestic  cock.   Blair  bent over, and took Tommy's dick between

her breasts, and worked them back and forth against his shaft and

head.  Tommy groaned with delight.

 

Tommy worked his way into her pussy,  which  was  wet  and  warm.

Slowly  and gently he stroked her outer lips and, working inward,

he found her clit.  She began to moan.  "Oh, Tommy, this feels so

good!",  she  panted.  "We're  so big.  That's what makes it feel

so good."

 

Grabbing Tommy's ponderous prong by the shaft, she guided it down

to  where  his  fingers  had begun exploring.  She felt a bolt of

what felt like electric current run through  her  body  when  the

head  of  Tommy's  dick,  which was about the size and shape of a

large strawberry, made contact with her clit.

 

Blair lifted herself gently, letting Tommy insert his dick.   She

felt it slide in, its thick bulk rubbing maddenlingly against the

walls of her pussy.   As big as he was, he  fit  perfectly.   Her

large  boobs  jiggled and bounced as she began to move herself up

and down on Tommy's dick.

 

Tommy reached up and began massaging her breasts.  "Oh, God, Tom-

my",  Blair  moaned,  "feel me up, feel my big tits."  Tommy took

her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and twisted  them.

This causes Blair to buck and bridle on top of Tommy's dick.

 

Blair reached behind her and began softly stroking Tommy's  heavy

balls.   This  made  Tommy  shriek  with delight, and he began to

thrust his pelvis up, pushing his dick ever deeper  into  Blair's

suddenly  hungry  pussy.   "You  got  ball  bearings  inside that

cootchie, baby", grunted Tommy.  Blair wasn't  able  to  respond.

She  leaned  back,  increasing the pressure of Tommy's thick dick

against her clit,  and  panting  with  her  increasing,  building

desire.

 

Tommy came in a thunderous orgasm,  shooting  his  massive  heavy

load  deeply inside Blair, yet he stayed marvelously hard and po-

tent, thrusting ever more deeply into Blair, until she too, began

to   feel   a  tidal  wave  of  sensation build, crest, and crash

against her.  Then they fell exhausted into each others arms.

 

Blair and Tommy decided to shower  together,  snuggling  in  each

other's  arms  as  the  cool water washed the fires of love away.

"This is a nice crib, Blair baby.  Is it yours?"

 

Blair nuzzled his broad muscular chest.  "I was invited here by a

girl I met at a party."  She heard a car pull up outside, and the

gate open.  Feminine voices  wafted  in  from  the  open  window.

"That's probably her now."

 

They finished showering and dressed.  While they  were  dressing,

they heard the voices outside again, the car doors open, the gate

open, and the crunch of the tires on the gravel.  Then they heard

the  gate  close.  "There they go again", Blair remarked, "That's

good.  I don't want to share you, Tommy."

 

Tommy lit a cigarette.  "Y'know, Blair baby", he mused, "since  I

been  big, I've had a good lot of women.  But since I met up with

you again, I don't so much want to be shared."  Blair giggled and

grabbed his arm.

 

"Let's do the town, baby", invited Tommy, "I got a car."  Blair's

eyes  opened  wide.   "Yeah",  Tommy continued, "this old broad's

lettin' me use it, for now.", He showed her a lighter.  "She gave

me  this,  too",  he  added.   It was an old Zippo with a message

engraved on it. 'Simply mad about the boy', it read.

 

Blair put on a tight, tight black skirt and a fairly modest white

blouse  that  Mary Lou had bought for her and Marina had altered.

It had a row of buttons in black and gold running down the front,

and  it  was  thin enough for her to feel the sea breezes against

her upper body, and the  fabric  of  her  bra  was  clearly  seen

through  it.   She  debated about putting on some panty hose, but

decided against it.  The week at the beach had lightly tanned her

legs,  and she didn't need the hose for color.  Pulling her white

pumps on, she felt her outfit complete.  She gave her  thick  red

hair a few brushes, and touched up her makeup.  "Well, I'm ready,

Tommy", she announced.

 

"Damn, Blair baby, if hangin' with these rich folk  don't  do  us

street folk nothin' but right.", Tommy announced.  "You look good

enough to put in a window up  in  Bal  Harbour."   He  stood  and

thought  for  a minute.  "I don' wanna go back to the old broad's

house, but I got some fine clothes back at  my  Awntie  Marsha's.

We'll go there first."

 

They heard a door open and close downstairs.  "Probably Amanda.",

said Blair, "She's a big girl now, too.  Doesn't need me to hover

over her every minute like before."

 

"We can leave the same way I came.", said Tommy.  He jumped  into

the  window, and dropped to boardwalk below.  He grabbed Blair by

the waist and lowered her, then they disappeared  into  the  late

morning glare.

 

**************

 

Amanda felt a girl's body, about the  same  size  and  weight  as

hers, press in against her back, with small, hard breasts pushing

against her underneath a soft cotton top.   The  girl  moved  her

hands lightly and quickly over Amanda's boobs, causing tremors to

shudder doen Amanda's spine.

 

"Relax, Amanda,", said the girl in a  low,  insistant  voice,  "I

know  how  to  do this."  In way of demonstration, the girl moved

her hands experly over  Amanda's  upper  body,  touching  her  in

places that made her tremble with desire.

 

"Mary Lou told me how big you'd gotten, Amanda,",  whispered  the

girl,  "and I had to come see for myself.  She didn't tell me the

half.  You're so big.  It's not fair."

 

Amanda turned around to see  Sherrie  Rodriguez  standing  inches

from  her.   She  thrust  her  large breasts into sherrie's face.

"Don't stop what you were doing, Sherrie,", pleaded  Amanda,  "It

felt so good."

 

"Oh, **good**,", beamed Sherrie, "I was so afraid  you'd  be  of-

fended.  Some girls don't like to be touched by other girls."

 

Sherrie stripped her top off, displaying  her  tiny  hard  bosom.

"Not   much   compared  to yours, is it, Amanda?", Sherrie asked.

She began stroking Amanda's breasts again with her long  fingers,

and Amanda moved closer in to her.

 

"I always wanted to have big breasts, Amanda,",  confessed  Sher-

rie,  "It seems like Mary Lou and Carlita got all the tits in our

family.  By the time I came along, there wasn't any left.   How'd

you get so big, anyway?"

 

Amanda began making little circles with her erect nipples against

Sherrie's  chest,  feeling  proud that her large and shapely tits

were the object of such admiration.  "I just  started  growing,",

she said, "and anyway, Blair's bigger than I am."

 

"Blair's bigger all over.", responded Sherrie, "Anyway, she can't

be  as  fine  as you are."  She exteded her loung, pointed tongue

and lightly licked the merest  tip  of  the  nipple  of  Amanda's

breast.

 

At this, Amanda moved in closer, shivering with barely suppressed

desire.   Sherrie reached down with her long, supple fingers, and

began exploring Amanda's dark, glistening pussy.  Amanda began to

rear  up  on tiptoe, and plung herself down against the practiced

strokes of Sherrie's slender hand.  In the meantime, Sherrie con-

tinued  mouthing and licking Amanda's ample young breasts and her

stiff, erect nipples.

 

"Oh my God, Sherrie,", moaned Amanda, "That feels so  ** good **.

Don't stop, please!"

 

"I don't intend to stop, little miss big-tits,", responded  Sher-

rie.  She kept one hand firmly set in Amanda's pussy, and reached

behind her to massage her firm, round ass.  "If I had a body like

yours, Amanda, I'd fuck my way into a million dollars."

 

Amanda was practically overwhelmed with the intensity  of  sensa-

tion  that  was coursing through her woman's body.  Besotted with

the onslaught of sexual desire, she bucked and slid on  Sherrie's

hand  like  a wild mare until her body convulsed in the throes of

her first orgasm.

 

She lept on Sherrie, knocking  her  to  the  floor.   She  buried

Sherrie's  face in her breasts, moaning, "Suck my big tits, Sher-

rie.  They're so big, they need to be sucked!"  Sherrie  obliged,

and Amanda plunged her fingers into Sherrie's honeypot, found her

slick, engorged clit, and stroked it until Sherrie  was  engulfed

in an orgasm of her own.

 

Feeling the powerful desires ebb away, the girls relaxed  on  the

double  bed in the next room.  Amanda was idly stroking her large

boobs.  "They are pretty big, Sherrie,", she boasted, "but  maybe

if  you  let  some  boys  play with your titties, they'd get big,

too."

 

Sherrie nearly choked with laughter.  "What?  Do you really think

that's what made your tits so big, my little moo-cow?"

 

Amanda told her about Marty and Eric, and  how  Blair's  and  her

tits  got  so  much  larger  after that session.  Sherrie laughed

aloud.  "Amanda, every boy from Palm Beach Gardens to  Key  Largo

has  had  his hands on these little mammas, and they're still the

same size they were when I was twelve.  Hell,  if  what  you  are

telling me was true, you'd look flat-chested compared to me."

 

"Then there must be something else that  made  me  and  Blair  so

big.",  she  mused,  sitting up in bed, and admiring the generous

shelf of breast-flesh hanging on her chest.  "I mean  this  isn't

normal."  She indicated her prominent tits with her hands.

 

Amanda rested her bed back against the  pillow.   Sherrie  played

with the tip of her left nipple.  "It had to be the milk, then,",

Amanda mumbled.

 

"What milk, little moo-cow?", asked Sherrie.

 

"About a month and a half ago, back when we were still in school,

Blair came home with a gallon of milk she said she had swiped out

of the back seat of the car of some lady who works  at  the  club

where my mama works, the one on Apopka Road."  Amanda shifted her

weight on the bed, causing her heavy tits  to  jiggle  and  shake

again.   "Blair told me that the lady whose milk she swiped was a

lady with huge boobies, even bigger than us."

 

"That would be Brenda Lee Hill!",  exclaimed  Sherrie  excitedly.

"Marty,  Mary  Lou  and  I  snuck  in to see her once.  She's got

humungous tits!  I bet it was her ** own ** milk in  the  bottle,

that made you and Blair so big."

 

The next thought hit them both at the  same  time.   "I  bet  she

could  do  the same thing for you, Sherrie", said Amanda.  "I bet

she could,", said Sherrie darkly.

 

Amanda strode into the next room, picked up her bra, and strapped

it on.  Sherrie whistled in appreciation.  "You know, there won't

be anyone here tonight.  We can walk up the  beach  to  Hurricane

Tony's  and  watch  the  amateur bikini contest.  It's a pity you

aren't eighteen.  You could enter, and I bet there won't  be  any

girls there half as stacked as you."

 

****************

 

Tommy and Blair were tooling down I-95 in  Tommy's  borrowed  Al-

lante  convertible  when  Blair felt a pulling on her bra straps.

She reached under her shirt  and  slipped  her  hands  under  the

straps and tried to pull them a little looser, but it seemed this

only made them feel a little tighter.

 

By the time they got to Pompano Beach, the bra straps  felt  like

they  were  digging into the flesh of her shoulders.  The wind in

her hair, Tommy's conversation, and the music on the  radio  dis-

tracted  her until they got onto the Sawgrass.  Then the sides of

her bra started chafing, and Blair began to squirm  a  little  in

the seat from the pressure.

 

Blair pulled the front of her blouse up and peered  down  inside.

Sure  enough, two little domes of breast-flesh had formed pushing

upwards from the cups of her once-snug, now barely-adequate bra.

 

"Tommy,", she cried, "I'm growing again!!"  Her bra lifted itself

about  a  half an inch as her expanding chest pushed it away from

her rib cage.  Tommy looked over.  Blair  didn't  look  any  dif-

ferent  to  him.  Then he saw the fabric of her blouse billow out

slightly, and a gap opened between the second and third buttons.

 

By the time they got to the toll booth on the Sawgrass, Blair was

visibly  larger.   There  was  a  considerable amount of cleavage

peeping out through the top of her blouse. Blair folded her hands

over  her growing tits and pressed inwards, pressing them against

her chest, but she felt a constant and growing  pressure  pushing

them in the opposite direction.

 

They reached the bend where the  Sawgrass  turned  south  towards

Sunrise,  and there were gaps now between all of Blair's buttons,

and her bra was visible as  a  thick  band  across  her  swelling

boobs.   Blair  looked down and smiled.  "Hey, Tommy!  Looks like

I'm gonna be huge.  Can ya handle that?"  Tommy smiled broadly.

 

Realizing that her bra, so recently an object of the  wonder  and

admiration  of some of the most well-endowed young women in South

Florida, was soon to be more of an object of torture than a means

of  support,  Blair  turned  to  Tommy  and asked him to undo the

clasps in the back, and to loosen the straps.  Tommy had to  pull

over  to  fulfill  her  request.   The  operation took about five

minutes, and by the time they  got  back  on  the  road,  Blair's

breasts  had swollen to about twice their former size.  Her navel

was exposed from her blouse having crept up out her skirt by  the

growth of her great mams.

 

The first button gave way as  they  crossed  I-595  into  Weston.

"OOOO-weeee",  shouted  Blair as she grabbed the sides of her ex-

panding boobs, "Just call me bodacious Blair now."

 

"Grow, Blair baby, Grow!", shouted Tommy,  as  Blair  popped  her

second  button at the Sheridan Road exit.  Placing her hands over

the tops of her rapidly balooning knockers,  Blair   could   feel

them  expanding,  swelling,  and  growing  bigger.  Already, they

looked like twin basketballs under her blouse,  and  her  nipples

about  the  size of her thumbs, were plainly outlined through the

thin fabric of her blouse.

 

"I've only got two buttons left, Tommy,", Blair  said  excitedly,

"I  don't  think  this blouse'll make it to the county line.  How

big do you think I am, Tommy?" Blair thrust her monumental  bosom

forward  as  far  as  she  could,  putting enormous strain on her

remaining two buttons and the overstretched fabric of the blouse.

"36Q?, 36U?, 36ZZZ?  Who knows?  God, I'm getting so big!!"

 

Tommy slipped a free hand through the widening gap in  the  front

of her blouse.  He stroked and explored her still-swelling boobs.

He tugged at the front of her blouse, and the two remaining  but-

tons  gave  way, allowing her now- enormous breasts to tumble out

into the open air, brushing  against  the  glove  compart-  ment.

Blair  grabbed  them  with both hands, and wasn't able to get her

arms completely around their incredible girth.

 

When they crossed the county line,  Blair  realized  she  was  in

danger of being wedged between the seat and the dash by her grow-

ing, swelling breasts, so she stood  up.   Her  incredible   tits

covered  half  the  windshield,  and continued to grow until they

reached her waist.  By the time they got to the junction  of  the

Palmetto,  Blair  had  stopped  growing, but her gigantic breasts

covered her entire upper body, protruding out nearly  three  feet

from her rib cage.

 

The Palmetto Expressway is difficult driving under  the  best  of

circumstances.   A  beautiful  young girl displaying her enormous

breasts as a hood ornament  on  a  Cadillac  Allante  snarled  it

beyond  hope.  As they passed south along the Palmetto, Blair be-

gan waving and blowing kisses, like visiting royalty.

 

It was obvious that the radical expansion of Blair's breasts  had

forced a change in their plans, and Tommy swung by Blair's apart-

ment.  When they arrived, Tommy helped his newly augmented friend

peel her breasts off the windshield, and get out of the car.

 

Much to her surprise, Blair found she could still walk, and carry

herself erect, although her gait had gone from spritely to state-

ly, as she had to time her steps  to  the  swaying  of  her  now-

immense breasts.  She passed through the gate, much to the dismay

of the collected audience of curious, bored, and horny which  had

gathered at her arrival.

 

 

Inside the apartment, Blair  kept  knocking  lamps,  chairs,  and

tables  over,  as she learned to compensate for the fact that she

now projected quite a bit further out into her  environment  than

before.   Passing  into  her mother's bedroom, she discovered her

mother and her grandmother face down on the bed.

 

Calling Tommy in to help her, she turned  them  over,  and  found

that they had been brutally beaten about the head and body.  Nei-

ther her mother nor her grandmother were  unconscious,  but  they

showed  no  signs of recognizing Blair, or, more importantly, did

they show any surprise or alarm at the size of the breasts hover-

ing  only  inches  from  their faces as Blair and Tommy arrainged

them on the bed.

 

Blair looked around the room.  There were no  signs  of  anything

out of place, yet she entertained no doubt that she and Tommy had

interrupted a robbery or something even worse.

 

Seeing her mother and grandmother in such distress  caused  some-

thing  to occur deep in Blair's phenomenally large tits.  It felt

to her as if a faucet had opened, and they began  to  feel  full,

although  they  didn't get any bigger. Soon, her nipples, four or

five inches long and about an inch thick, became erect and  began

to drip, drip, drip with milk.

 

Like a blind newborn kitten guided by smell, Blair's mother root-

ed  about  at her daughter's vast breast, found the engorged nip-

ple, took it into her mouth, and  began  suckling.   Immediately,

Blair  felt  her  milk  release,  and she saw her mother smile as

drops of white milk leaked out from around the seal of her mouth.

 

She had Tommy place her grandmother  on  the  other  breast,  and

nursed  them both until they all three fell into a deep contented

sleep.  When Blair awoke, it  was  night,  and  Tommy  had  gone.

Blair's  mother was snoring, and her grandmother was nuzzling her

huge right teat.  She had forgotten how big she had  become,  and

she almost fell over as she tried to weave her way into the bath-

room.  Then she heard the apartment door open.

 

****************

 

It was about six o' clock before the show  really  got  going  at

Hurricane  Tony's, but Sherrie and Amanda had already had time to

get a little loose.  Sherrie wore a green halter top and  a  pair

of  Levi's cuttoffs.  Her shapely legs and pert ass amply compen-

sated for her lack in the pectoral region, but Amanda  needed  no

compensation.

 

She was braless, as was Sherrie, but whereas with Sherrie it made

little difference, Amanda was jiggling like a bowl of Jell-o on a

table in a storm-tossed boat.  SHe was wearing a hot  red  cotton

blouse  with a scoop neck, revealing the top third of her impres-

sive bosom, a pair of skin-tight  Guess  jeans,  and  a  pair  of

five-inch  white  pumps.   The impression she exuded was one of a

buzz-saw sexuality.

 

Needless to say,  they  both  were  served  on  the  strength  of

Amanda's  impressive tits.  The bartender/bouncer, realizing that

they were underage, put them in an obscure corner  in  the  back,

but  not  so far back so as to hide Amanda's assets.  Hell, she'd

bring in more tonight than the fine would be.  So they drank.

 

The amateur strip-show got underway about  six.   The  first  few

contestants  were  generally lackluster, obviously sorority girls

on a dare.  They threw off as much sexual energy  as  a  luncheon

with  your  maiden aunt, and left the stage somewhat sullenly, to

the accompaniment of a little scattered applause.

 

Then came a couple of guys.  The best  was  an  electrician  with

washboard  abs,  who  stripped down to his tool belt.  He got the

girls going, and even a few of the majority of males began to ap-

preciate his audacity, and began to clap him on.  His performance

ended when a short redheaded girl with a fat ass chased  him  off

stage.

 

The next few girls were really quite good, bumping  and  grinding

with real desire.  They got the mostly-guy crowd worked up to the

point where they even applauded the next male stripper,  a  body-

builder  who ended his routine with an olive-oil-lubricated pose-

down.

 

After him came a black girl with a very generous  ass,  who  kept

poking it in her audience's face.  By this time, Amanda and Sher-

rie had consumed quite a lot of beer, and  AManda  didn't  notice

the  tingling in her breasts over the general glow.  However, she

did notice that the top she was wearing seemed to keep wanting to

work  its way out of her skirt.  She kept tucking it back in, but

each time she did so, it seemed there was less shirt-tail  avail-

able to anchor the top under her belt.

 

At this time, a particularly talentless contestant was making the

crowd quite restless,  Some of the patrons sitting around Sherrie

and Amanda had taken notice of Amanda's spectacular  curves,  and

began  to chant in chorus, "Red shirt!  Red shirt!"  Before long,

the whole bar was resounding with  the  call,  "Red  shirt!   Red

shirt!  Red shirt!"

 

"Amanda, I think they want you up on the stage.", whispered Sher-

rie   conspiratorily.    "Why   don't  you  go  on and give 'em a

thrill?"

 

Amanda staggered to her feet, and when she did so, the light from

the stage fell on her.  When the crowd saw her working her way up

to the stage, they began to chant, "Tits!, Tits!, Tits!"

 

When Amanda climbed onstage, she saw that her breasts  had  grown

to  the  point  where the top had pulled completely away from her

skirt, and was now exposing her navel.   The  music  started  and

Amanda  began  to  dance  slowly.  The crowd howled with delight.

Amanda felt a surge of raw power as she realized that  the  crowd

was  entirely  in  her  control.   She caused ripples through the

crowd by moving from one side to the other, as people shifted  to

keep their view.

 

"Ohmigod!", shouted a man in the front, "Her  tits  are  growing!

How  does  she  do that?"  Indeed, Amanda's already large breasts

had increased about thirty per cent in  volume,  practically  two

cup  sizes,  since  she had left the house.  The front of her top

was billowing outward, and her nipples  becoming  more  and  more

prominent.

 

"Tits!  Tits!  Tits!   Tits!",  the  crowd  began  to  shout,  as

Amanda's  top swelled ever out and up, until it was only a halter

top, and the bottoms of her expanding  breasts   became   visible

from  beneath.  By now, Amanda's tits had swolllen to the size of

twin basketballs, and her top was increasingly stretched  as  her

great mams continued to billow outward.  The crowd, which had be-

come quiet in total surprise, began to  shout,  "Bust  out!  Bust

out! Bust out!"

 

Amanda's top began to rip under  the  arms  from  the  increasing

strain  of  containing her bloated boobs, until finally, her tits

exploded through the top and into the light.   Her  breasts  were

now  the size of fully-inflated beach balls, and her areolae were

the size of cereal bowls.  Amanda swung her now-giant  tits  from

side  to  side,  noting  with pride the wide arc her nipples drew

through the early evening air.

 

Unable to contain themselves further, the crowd began to  applaud

loudly, and then to throw money.  Amanda smiled and thanked them,

and tried to bend over to pick up the money, but her  huge  boobs

hit  the  floor when she bent over.  The crowd then tried to rush

the stage, but fortunately, the bouncers  had  anticipated   this

response, and held them back, albeit with great difficulty.

 

The manager sent the now-enlarged Amanda and a very aroused Sher-

rie  back  to  the house in his own car.  The girls had to sit in

back, because Amanda couldn't squeeze her  oversized  chest  into

the  front  seat.  She sat sideways in the back with sherrie rec-

lining back between her huge tits, resting her arms on  the  soft

fleshy pillows of Amanda's great breasts.

 

"Good Lord,", exclaimed Sherrie, "you sure got ** big **.   If  I

wasn't so hot, I'd be jealous as hell."  Amanda smiled proudly.

 

The driver dropped them off in the back, and they found the beach

house  still  deserted.  Amanda and Sherrie ran upstairs into one

of the bedrooms, and Sherrie spent the next couple of  hours  in-

specting  Amanda's  new  acquisitions  until the two of them fell

asleep, Sherrie with her arms wrapped around  her  friend's  huge

left tit.

 

Amanda woke up with a sense of increasing pressure in  her  enor-

mous  boobs.  Also,  the  bed felt wet where her breasts had been

resting on either side of her body.  she got up off the bed,  and

heard  a  drip,  drip, drip as if drops of water were hitting the

floor.  She heard two girls' voices downstairs, and, seeing  that

Sherrie wasn't in bed next to her, went in search of her.

 

Stepping out into the hall, she heard  Sherrie's  voice  relating

the night's happenings.  Every once in a while, another voice ex-

pressed her disbelief.  As Amanda descended  the  staircase,  she

saw  Sherrie  and  Marsha huddled together on the sofa.  She also

saw the cause of the now-unpleasant felling of  pressure  in  her

mammoth  tits.  She was full of milk, and it was leaking onto the

floor.

 

Marsha's mouth dropped in astonishment as she saw the mega-titted

girl  moving  slowly  towards them.  "There! Didn't I tell you?",

gloated Sherrie.

 

"Please!", pleaded Amanda, sitting at the  foot  of  the  stairs,

"Suck  my  giant  tits.  They're so full of milk, I think they're

going to burst."  Sherrie lept to  her  feet,  pulled  one  plump

four-inch-long nipple into her mouth, and began sucking vigorous-

ly.  Amanda felt relief as her milk surged out of  her  vast  tit

into  Sherrie's greedy mouth.  Incited by Sherrie's example, Mar-

sha began sucking Amanda's other tit.

 

Amanda shuddered with relief as her  friends  drained  her  giant

breasts  of  the  bothersome milk.  They drank and drank, rested,

and drank some more.  Then they retired  to  the  bedroom,  where

Amanda's  amazingly productive mammaries produced even more milk,

to their delight.  Hours later, full and warm,  the  Sherrie  and

Marsha fell asleep like contented little kittens.

 

************

 

Blair moved carefully out into the living room, leaving her moth-

er  and  grandmother in bed dreaming their contented milk-dreams.

The lights were ablaze, and to her surprise, there were two beau-

tiful  blonde   women,   with breasts not much smaller than hers,

standing in the middle of the room.  The shorter one was carrying

a  bundle  of   clothes, including a perfectly cavernous bra that

looked like it could be used as a catapult for watermelons.

 

"Hello, Blair,", said the taller woman,  "You've  turned  into  a

pretty special girl, haven't you?"

 

Blair rubbed the sleep from her eyes.  "Who are you?"

 

"Friends, but more importantly,  equals.",  replied  the  shorter

woman.   "here,", she continued, "put these on.  You'll find they

fit pretty well."

 

Blair bent over to put her massive breasts  into  the  huge  bra.

Each  cup  could carry a week's groceries, she thought with not a

little pride.  Then, she put on the light  summer  blouse,  which

would have completely engulfed a lesser woman, but which was very

becoming on Blair.

 

"Come with us.", commanded the tall woman.  There wasn't the hint

of  the  possibilty  of  disobedience in her voice.  The three of

them went out of the apartment, and into the night.

 

*************

 

Amanda woke up to see the old waning moon rising over the  ocean.

It was about three am, and Amanda stared out over the beach.  She

saw a woman's form appear walking towards her.  With a shock  al-

most  electric in its intensity, Amanda saw that the woman on the

beach had breasts almost as large as her own, and had stopped op-

posite the window, and was looking in her direction.

 

Thinking it was Blair, Amanda stole out the front door  out  onto

the  beach.   As she approached the woman, she saw that it wasn't

Blair, but a taller, slender woman  with  dark,  maybe  dark  red

hair, and freckles.

 

"Hello, Amanda honey", the woman greeted her.

 

"Who are you?", asked Amanda suspiciously.

 

"You can call me Julie.", she replied.  "I'm a friend, and as you

can  tell, someone who has had an experience like your own.  Your

sister has been kidnapped by a dangerous, ruthless woman,  and  I

need your help.  Will you come with me?"

 

Amanda felt she should refuse,  but  found  herself  nodding  her

head.   "Good!",  the  woman  said.  "Come with me.  I have a car

waiting, and I have some clothes specially made for special girls

like ourselves."

 

She put her arm around Amanda's naked shoulder,  and  guided  her

off the beach to the waiting car.

 

**************

 



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Amanda woke up several times that first morning, thinking someone

had gotten into bed with her.  She reached out, expecting to find

her sister, and touched the vast bulk of one of her hugely  swol-

len breasts.  It was surprising that anything so large should be-

long to her.  She found that the only comfortable  way  to  sleep

was  on  her  back, with her two monstrous tits on either side of

her like two Dalmatians.



Once, she turned over in her  sleep,  and  her  mighty  tits  had

pulled  all  the  sheets  and bedspreads over to that side of the

bed, leaving her exposed and shivering in the air conditioning.



When Amanda awoke, it was late in the morning, and  the  hot  sun

was pouring in through the east window.  There was no sign of the

red-headed lady who had brought her here last night.  She crawled

out  of  bed,  half-dragging  her huge recently-enlarged breasts.

Standing up, she saw they made an  impressive   display   indeed.

They were about five to seven times larger than they were before,

covering her upper body from her neck to her navel, and  standing

out about two and a half feet from her chest.



Yet, despite their impressive bulk and girth, they  were  remark-

ably  firm and well-shaped, almost conical, and capped with beau-

tiful well-defined dark areolae and plump nipples the size  of  a

man's  thumb.   Amanda  swung  them from side to side and watched

them in a mirror near the bed.  They were huge!! She  turned  her

back  to  the  mirror  and looked over her shoulders.  There they

were, about two-thirds of her new tit-flesh was visible on either

side of her chest.



Hearing a door open behind her, Amanda grabbed the  bedsheet  and

threw  it  over  her  mammoth breasts.  It didn't help much.  She

pulled it to her chin, and her  voluptuous  curves  were  plainly

visible  in  the  contours of the sheets.  The door opened, and a

young boy walked in the door.  Amanda gasped with  the  shock  of

recognition.  The  boy put some clothes in a chair by the bed and

looked up at Amanda.



"You look kinda familiar, lady,", said the boy, staring at  Aman-

da.



Amanda instinctively pulled the sheet closer to herself, which of

course  made  her generous endowments even more obvious.  "I know

you, too,", she replied, "You're Scott Bassham, aren't you?"



"Yeah,", replied Scott, with a suspicious  tinge  in  his  voice,

"but where do I know you from?"



No sense in hiding the obvious, thought Amanda.   Besides,  Scott

and she had always gotten along, even before her enlargement.  "I

know I've changed a lot since the last time I saw you, Scott, but

I'm  Amanda  Quinteros, from school.  I used to sit behind you in

Ms. Suarez' class."



Scott's jaw flew open with amazement.   "Too-Tall  Quinteros!   I

remember you now.  Right before school got out, you grew up kinda

fast.  He picked up a great hammock-like bra up  off  the  chair.

Each  cup  looked like a dome tent.  "Is this for you, then?", he

asked incredulously.



Amanda laughed, and threw down her sheet.  When  Scotty  saw  her

enormous breasts hovering just inches off the bed, he gasped with

surprise.  "It must be for me,", answered Amanda, "I can't  think

of any other girl that could handle a bra that size."



Amanda took the bra from him, placed it on the floor, cups point-

ing down, then leaned over, filling the great cavernous cups with

her gigantic tits.  She pulled the straps up  to  her  shoulders,

then,  with  a  great  heave, she stood upright. "Whew!", she ex-

claimed, "that's a lot more work than it used to be!" She  turned

to  Scotty,  who was frozen immobile in disbelief, staring at his

classmate.  "Help me with the clasps  in  the  back,  would  you,

Scotty?", she implored, smiling sweetly.



Scotty moved around behind Amanda.  The back  strap  of  Amanda's

huge  bra  covered  most  of her slender back, and it had sixteen

snaps.  Amanda played with the  tops  and  sides  of  her  mighty

boobs, wondering and rejoicing in their sheer size and girth.  "I

got pretty big since the last time you seen me, huh Scotty?", she

taunted, "I wonder how big I am now."



She turned and faced Scotty, Her monumental breasts covering more

than  half  the  distance between them.  She began to walk slowly

towards him, and he retreated steadily as she advanced.  "Where's

the  woman  who  brought  me here last night?", she demanded.  "I

don't think I want to stay."



"That would be my Aunt Julie,", responded Scotty with real  fear,

"She told me to watch you while she went to town for something."



Amanda laughed, and her huge  tits  shook.   "**You**  watch  me?

Scotty,  I  weigh three times what you weigh.  Hell, I bet one of

my tits outweighs your whole body.  I could crush you like a bee-

tle between them.  Now tell me where your Aunt Julie is!"



"Right behind you!", shouted a voice.  Amanda wasn't able to turn

quickly  enough  to see where the voice was coming form, when she

felt the prick of a needle enter her flesh.  Suddenly, it  seemed

like  a layer of warm cotton intruded between her and the rest of

the world, and her head went all soft and hazy, and she collapsed

on the ground.



"Damn, I didn't want to sedate her!",  exclaimed  the  thin  red-

headed woman, "Never know what effects it'll have on her..."  She

paused.  "Help me get her on the bed, Scotty."  The two  of  them

grunted  and  groaned  for a while, until they got Amanda's prone

form back onto the bed.



"Wow, she's got big titties, Aunt  Julie,  doesn't  she?",  asked

Scotty,  wiping  his hands on his pants.  "She was in my class at

school, so she can't be but a year or so older than me, if  that.

So how'd she get so big?"



Julie grabbed Scotty's shoulder.  "She's been exposed to  a  very

powerful   chemical,   Scotty,  one that she can produce herself,

with a little help from your Aunt Julie.", she  replied.   Scotty

looked  down  at  Amanda,  thinking  it must have been a powerful

chemical indeed to transform a  slender  little  girl  into  this

titanically-endowed woman in such a short time.



Julie looked down at Amanda's sleeping form.  She turned to Scot-

ty.  "You know what do do when she wakes up, don't you, Scotty?"



Scotty nodded.  "Well, then, if she's  not  going  to  cooperate,

we'll just take her clothes off.", Julie added, removing Amanda's

big bra.  "Cows don't need clothes, anyway."



**********************



Amanda woke to find she was naked again.  Her  huge  breasts  cut

off  most  of her field of vision, but she noticed that they were

glistening, as if they were wet.  She felt a small hand massaging

her  vast  left  breast,  and  where it touched, she felt rays of

warmth and pleasure radiating outward until it was absorbed  into

a general good-feeling that pervaded her whole body.



She sat up and saw Scotty rubbing a creme from a large brown  jar

onto  the great orb of her massive left breast.  As Scotty rubbed

it into her tit, she felt stabs of pleasure and warmth  run  from

the  point  of  contact  to deep within her, to the inside of her

thighs.  "Oh, Scotty,", she purred, "That feels  so  good.   Keep

rubbing.  Keep that up!"



She saw that her tits drank the creme up like a sponge  absorbing

water, and as they did, a general glow of well-being and content-

ment spread from her vast breasts to the rest of her  body.   She

stretched  like  a great cat, and reached up over the tops of her

huge mams to massage the plump nipples atop them.   Soon,  Scotty

stopped  his  ministrations,  but  the golden glow continued long

after he departed, and Amanda usually brought herself to a  thun-

derous climax massaging her breasts, nipples,and pussy.



Scotty returned three times daily, at breakfast, at two,  and  at

ten  o'clock  in  the  evening  for an additional breast massage.

After a while, day passed on into golden day as Amanda rose, ate,

and  had  her  breasts massaged, and rested.  She began to forget

her sister, her mother and grandmother, Marty and Sherrie, every-

one except Scotty and his wonderful, beloved cream.



Between the morning and the afternoon massage, she was encouraged

to  relax  out  by  the pool.  Amanda didn't find it odd that the

pool was empty.  She stretch- ed out in a lawn chair, her  mighty

tits overflowing on either side, toasting to a deep golden brown.



After the afternoon massage, Amanda and Scotty would  often  play

on  the lawn beside the pool.  Sometimes they would play croquet,

at which Scotty had a definite advantage, since Amanda had a hard

time  seeing  the ball or swinging a mallet.  They evolved a game

called tit-ball, in which Scotty would  toss  a  volleyball,  and

Amanda would butt it with her massive orbs.



But far and away, Amanda's and Scotty's favorite playthings  were

Amanda's  own  gigantic  breasts.  Amanda would lie face-upon the

ground, and allow Scotty to straddle them with  his  legs.   Then

Amanda  would  attempt  to  dislodge him by bucking and swinging.

Sometimes, she would lie on her side, and allow her massive  tits

to  form  two  walls  of  flesh between Scotty, who would throw a

blanket over them to form a titty-fort.



Scotty liked playing titty-beanbag, where Amanda would lie  face-

up on the ground, and he would take a flying leap onto the great,

soft, cushions of her massive  hooters.   Sometimes,  they  would

play  titty-slap,  where  he would run at her full speed, and she

would send him flying through the air slapping him broadside with

her  great  meaty mounds.  Scotty had to admit, no other girl was

ever as much fun to play with as Amanda was.  The cream kept  her

in  a pleasant, agreeable mood, and her huge tits were a constant

source of amusement to them both.



She was truly a unique playmate.



One day, after the morning massage, Amanda  was  sunning  herself

beside  the empty pool when she felt herself stretching somewhat.

She felt her great breasts.  They felt heavy and full.  When  she

stood  up,  she  saw  that her tits, which ordinarily hung to her

navel, were now hanging to just above her waist.   She  tried  to

grasp her nipple, but found that her breasts had swollen past the

point were this was possible.   She  watched  entranced  as  they

swelled further to the top of her bush.



"Scotty!", she called, "Scotty, come quick!  I'm growing!"



By the time Scotty arrived, Amanda's breasts had hidden  her  en-

tire  upper  body  behind  their gargantuan bulk, and the nipples

stood out about four and a half feet from her  body.   They  were

erect,  about six inches long, and surrounded by dark areolae the

size of paper plates.  She swung  them  carefully  from  side  to

side,  watching  them  heave and shake with the effort.  "Scotty!

I'm huge!  Look at the size of my tits!"



Scotty moved her over to beside the pool.  "Stand over here!", he

commanded.  Amanda's huge and swelling breasts made movement dif-

ficult, not only because of their ponderous weight and girth, but

because  they  were already flapping against the tops of Amanda's

thighs.  Scott stared in amazement as Amanda's tits ballooned be-

fore his very eyes.  Already, they were halfway to her knees.



Amanda whimpered.  "I can't, I can't stand up, Scotty", she said.

She  fell  forward,  bouncing on the huge, sofa-sized cushions of

her enormous breasts.  Scotty began pulling on her gigantic  nip-

ples, to make sure they weren't pressed against the ground.  With

a mighty effort, he pulled each one clear and pushed on  Amanda's

huge  and  swelling mounds until both erect, swollen nipples, now

each of them longer than a ruler and too thick to grab  with  one

hand, were projecting over the pool.



He could just barely see Amanda's head protruding over  the  tops

of  her  now-  refrigerator-sized breasts.  Her tiny little hands

were clutching at the  tops  of  her  rapidly  expanding  mounds.

Scotty  ran around behind her, and helped her avoid slipping into

the canyon between her tits, and so being crushed to death by her

own  megatherian  mammaries.   Amanda's tits were now taller than

she herself was, and each  of  them  was  about  the  size  of  a

Volkswagen.



"My God!", Amanda exclaimed, "Am I ever gonna stop growing?  What

am I gonna do?  Put 'em on a flatbed truck?  And oh God they feel

so full!!"



Amanda had noticed the difference between this expansion and  the

others  she  had undergone.  The others had been pleasant, almost

sexual in the amount of pleasure she experienced.  This time, she

merely  felt herself swelling, as if her bladder, when filling up

with piss, expanded  instead  of  aching.     Eventually,  Amanda

was  lifted  clear off the ground by the rising girth of her mam-

moth  boobs.   The  rest  of  her  body  dangled  in  mid-air,  a

powerless  appendage  to her great swelling boobs.  Scotty,  more

than a liitle scared, ran to get a ladder.



When he got back, what he saw amazed  him.   Amanda  had  stopped

growing,  but  the  huge  bulk of her great mams filled the whole

back yard between the pool and the  back  wall.   Amanda  herself

dangled  in mid-air at about the height of a second story window.

Scotty propped the ladder against one massive tit, looming like a

hill of flesh over his head, and wiggled it around so that Amanda

could stand on it, supporting herself.



Walking around to the front of Amanda's wall of tit, he saw  that

her  breasts  projected about halfway over the pool.  Her areolae

were the size of satellite dishes, and from the tips of her huge,

erect  nipples, each one considerably larger than Scotty himself,

a white fluid dripped leaking into the pool.



Standing on the ladder, Amanda surveyed the expanse of  the  tops

of  her trailer- sized tits.  Damn, she thought, you could have a

garden party on top of these howzas.  She had increased  about  a

hundred-fold  in  a  few  short minutes, and her breasts were now

many, many times larger than the rest of her put together.



If they weighed all the tits in Dade County, and came up  with  a

gross  tonnage of tit-flesh, these twin  monsters  probably would

account for sixty per- cent of the total, she thought  with  some

pride.



Yet, despite their incredible size, her  newly  enlarged,  house-

sized  tits were sensitive; she felt every blade of grass crushed

beneath them, the rough rasp of the poolside concrete,  the  cool

freshness of the breezes passing over them.  When birds landed on

them, Amanda watched as they hopped around, bouncing  lightly  on

her pliant tit-flesh.





She also felt the pressure building.  Now that  her  titties  had

stopped  growing, the fluid building inside began to put pressure

on her nipples, like a wall of water building up  behind  a  dam.

It builds and builds, and seeks an outlet...



Amanda felt something 'give' at the tips of  her  giant  breasts.

"Look  out  below!", she warned, "Here it comes", as twin geysers

of milk erupted from the twin volcanoes of  her  great  tits  and

washed into the pool.



Scotty watched as the milk gushed out of Amanda's tits  into  the

pool.   It  was just like his Aunt Julie had told him.  She would

probably fill the pool.



As they emptied, Amanda's tits began to diminish.  Soon  she  was

able  to  back  down  the  ladder,  rung by rung, until she stood

sqaurely on the ground.  The pool was nearly full when she  stood

at  the  edge  and  shook  the last few drops off the tips of her

still-erect nipples.



Her breasts had survived  the  ordeal,  but  they  were  somewhat

larger  now than before.  They were still firm and high, but they

now came down to Amanda's waist, and were the size of large plump

pumpkins.   The nipples were even more prominent than before, and

as Amanda waited, they didn't relax but remained  erect.   Amanda

found that she could stand upright and walk again.



Scotty came towards her with the jar of creme in his  hands,  but

Amanda  motion-  ed him to stay away.  "Let me recover, Scotty,",

she begged him, "I've been through a lot."



Later that night, Amanda saw Scotty bent over the pool as  if  he

was   filling  up  some containers, or pouring something in.  She

came up behind him, but, forgetting about the  extra  tit  growth

that had occured since that afternoon,  she  inadvertently bumped

him,  and knocked him into the pool.  He immediately sank out  of

sight into the opaque whiteness.



 "Scotty!", screamed Amanda, "Are you all right?"   Scotty  broke

surface and gasped.  "Strange,", he exclaimed, "I'm touching bot-

tom.  I never could touch bottom here before.   Then  Amanda  no-

ticed that whereas before, only his head came up out of the milk,

now his head and his shoulders were  visible.   Amanda  shrieked.

"Scotty! You're growing!"



Scotty was indeed growing.  His whole torso was now visible above

the  milk-line  and  his  chest, arms and shoulders could be seen

heavily-muscled through the rents in the  boy's  T-shirt  he  had

been wearing.  "Help me out, Amanda!", he shouted.



Amanda couldn't reach her hand out past her  huge  tits,  so  she

merely  thrust  them out towards Scotty.  "Grab ahold of the nip-

ples, Scotty.  I'll pull you out."



Scotty did so, and Amanda leaned back, hoisting him clear of  the

pool  and  dropping  him  on  the  ground beside him.  Scotty had

literally bust his britches, as his child's blue jeans  could  no

longer  contain the man he was becoming.  as his child's blue je-

ans could no longer contain the man he was becoming.



Amanda watched admiringly as Scotty burst through the last meager

fragments of his clothes and stood naked in the cold air.  He was

about seven foot three, and close  to  three  hundred  pounds  of

solid, masculine muscle, covered with a fine blonde hair that was

especially thick on his chest, under his arms and...





"**I** can", Amanda rejoined, "Look at what happened to me.   Be-

sides,  I  know a game we can play with him.  It's a lot more fun

that the other games we've been playing."  She  reached  out  and

grabbed  Scotty's  newly sprouted prong and shoved it between her

great meaty mounds, and began massaging it with  her  huge  tits,

pressing them together with her hands over Scotty's big new dick.



Scotty moaned with delight. "That feels so **good**!", he gasped.



"Of course it feels good, silly,", rejoined Amanda,  "Now  you're

big,  just like me, and everything feels good."  She began to run

her tongue along the head of Scotty's dick where it emerged  from

its titty-prison.  Scotty moaned deeply, and began thrusting with

his hips against Amanda's huge breasts.



"That's it, Scotty,", Amanda encouraged,  "That's  it.   Fuck  my

big, big tits with your big cock.  Now that we're so big, doesn't

it feel good?"



Scotty began to feel a  tremendous  surge  of  masterfulness  and

power  as  he thrust his huge bone deep into Amanda's huge boobs.

If this was "being big" as Amanda put it, he was all for it.   He

redoubled his efforts, and was soon rewarded by a thunderous dou-

ble orgasm, as both he and Amanda convulsed  in  mutual  pleasure

and delight.  His huge cock spit cum all over Amanda's chest, but

she merely smiled and rubbed it into her tits until  it  was  all

absorbed.   "THat's much better than that silly cream of yours.",

she cooed.



that night, they cuddled together in Amanda's  apartment  by  the

pool,  Scotty  nestling  his  head between Amanda's huge breasts.

They slept like two contented young animals,  until  Amanda   was

awakened by the noise of someone out by the pool.



Amanda snuck to the window and peered out.  It was the red-headed

woman,  but  she was thin and wasted-looking, and she didn't have

any breasts at all.  She was pouring a bucket  of  some  kind  of

liquid  into  the pool.  Amanda watched as the woman pulled out a

syringe and injected herself, then dove into the pool.



The first time the woman surfaced, Amanda saw that she had  grown

some  breasts.  About a B-cup, Amanda figured, like she had grown

way back in the grade school.  The woman dove in again,  and  em-

erged with a decent-sized set between a C- and a D-cup.  She dove

under again, staying under for a good amount of  time,  and  when

she came up for air, Amanda could see that she was pretty stacked

now.



Then Amanda saw the milk level begin to  drop  in  the  pool,  as

though  the  red- heaed woman was absorbing the milk into her own

body.  As the milk level dropped, the red-headed woman's  breasts

grew,  until  the pool was empty, and the woman's breasts weren't

much smaller than Amanda's own.  "At last, at  last",  she  heard

the woman shout.



Then Amanda saw an amazing thing.  The red-headed woman  clutched

her newly- swollen breasts and began massaging them savagely.  As

she did so, her body ignited, and began giving off a golden glow,

illuminating  the poolside.  The Red-headed woman laughed wicked-

ly, lifted one giant breast to her mouth and began sucking  furi-

ously on her own nipple.



As the woman came closer and closer to climax, the glow  exhuding

from  her  body became brighter and brighter, until she collapsed

into the pool, and disappeared.  Amanda watched as the glow reig-

nited,  even brighter, and the red-headed woman stood up.  Amanda

watched slack-jawed as  she  slowly  increased  in  height.   Her

shoulders and arms broadened, and became thickly muscled.  Amanda

watched as massive pectorals formed underneath the woman's  giant

breasts.



As the woman grew, great cable-like muscles began to stand out on

her thighs, and her calf muscles looked like ripe avocados under-

neath her skin.  The woman appeared to be about seven feet  tall,

and  her  torso  continued  to stretch out.  Then four additional

breasts sprouted, two underneath her  great,  recently-  enlarged

original  tits,  and two more underneath them.  Amanda watched as

the woman's four extra breasts grew and swelled like  watermelons

growing  in  a  fast-action  film.  Finally, they grew until they

were the same massive size as her original breasts.



The huge, six-breasted woman stepped out of the  pool.   She  was

brighter  than  a  full moon, and cast shadows all over the pool-

side.  She touched each of her six  huge  breasts,  pinching  the

plump  nipples, then she laughed again.  She flexed her massively

muscled arms, the impressive biceps standing out like  ripe  gra-

pefruit.  "The power, the power!", Amanda heard her exclaim.



The glowing woman extended her arms, and bolts of power shot from

the  tips  of her fingers, igniting a tree in the yard next door.

Then Amanda heard a deafening crash, and a flash of golden light.

When  she lifted her head, the glowing woman was gone.  She heard

sirens in the distance, growing louder.



Scotty stirred in his sleep.  "What was that?", he murmured grog-

gily.



Amanda shook him fully awake.  "Scotty, we  gotta  get  the  hell

outta here.", she told him, "and quick!!"



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