Research and Development
by Some Sort of Dog
Issue 7 of the newsletter










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            *** RESEARCH & DEVELOPMENT NUMBER 7 *** 
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Hello again, and once more, a welcome to our new readers who are  
receiving this without having to go trawling for it on the ftp site. 
 
The Big Story this issue centres round the open letter from The Road  
Dawg which appeared on sundry newsgroups. The writer of almost the  
whole of the Dr Hooters saga has discovered religion and decided to  
call it a day. 
 
I wrote to him offering best wishes, and mentioning that I would not  
be complying with his request that I should delete Dr Hooters from the  
hard drive. Not until I have worked out what it all means, anyway.  
And could I have my girls back, please? All a waste of time,  
unfortunately. Address, or rather, hostname unknown! 
 
One suspects that Road Dog (Dawg?) would prefer not to see his  
creation being constantly reposted over the coming months and years.  
Understandably. Would that everything was always that simple. It was  
re-issued as a set of ZIPped archives only a few days ago. 
 
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              *** MORE ON THOSE BIG GIRLS ***     
 
The GLOBE seems to be a goldmine of information of interest to R &  
D readers. From our very own NEWSDOG comes a whole heap of Big  
Girl information. As NEWSDOG says: 
 
ISABELLE 
 
The news article mentioned in R & D about Isabelle Lanthier is from  
the very tabloid I have, the January 14, 1992 GLOBE.  It has four  
photos--two with the pre-pregnancy Isabelle, one that is the source  
from which BIGGIRLA.JPG was derived, and one with her cradling her  
infant son, blissfully ignorant of his incredible good fortune, to  
one enormous breast (not nursing, just holding him). 
 
The June 9, 1992 GLOBE has the followup story detailing how she  
[sob!] underwent breast reduction surgery. It has a side shot from  
before, and then a photo from after (these are in black and white).   
Some text: 
 
"New mom Isabelle Lanthier was thrilled when docs cut 25 lbs. out of  
her chest--shrinking her shocking watermelon breasts to normal size. 
 
"'I was scared,' she says of her operation. 'But I was willing to go  
through anything to get my breasts back.' 
 
"As GLOBE reported in January, Isabelle turned into a freak [sic]  
during her pregnancy when her hormones ran wild--balooning her  
breasts into monster mammaries weighing a whopping 15 lbs. each. 
 
"Her bra size soared to a mind-boggling 52Z...." 
 
 
R & D writes: GLOBE doesn't quite seem to have come to terms with  
bra sizes. Perhaps they thought the phrase 'a mind-boggling 32T'  
lacked impact. In fact, we think you would be hard-pressed to improve  
on a headline like 'Titanic Tottie's T-Cup Titties'. 
 
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MEANWHILE, IN THE SUB-CONTINENT 
 
>From the March 5, 1991 GLOBE comes an article about a 15-year old  
Indian girl. An excerpt: 
 
Chicago missionaries save girl with bust so big she could hardly walk 
 
TORMENTED TEEN HAS DOCS REMOVE 11 LBS.--FROM EACH BREAST! 
 
"Enormous breasts made life a tortured hell for a poor 15-year-old  
Indian girl with a rare disease--but now she's a happy, normal  
teenager thanks to American missionaries and modern surgery.... 
 
"'My breasts were so heavy that I could hardly stand up and walk,'  
she says. '....I was scared to see my breasts growing so massively  
day after day for the past two years....' 
 
"Ruby Joy suffered from a rare hormonal imbalance that caused her  
breasts to grow out of all proportion to the rest of her body. They  
were so big that her nipples were 14 inches lower than they should  
have been...." 
 
1991/1992 was apparently a good year for the GLOBE--from July 7,  
1992, we have the following: 
 
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SIXTH-GRADER'S BREASTS EXPLODE! 
 
Tragic schoolgirl balloons from a slender 32" to 68" in just 16  
weeks! Doctors remove 22 lbs. to ease Shelene's agony. 
 
"Sixth-grader Shelene Walter's budding breasts turned into twin  
nightmares when they ballooned to 68-inch monsters in just 16  
weeks!... 
 
"'What made this case so unusual was the amount of growth over a  
very short period of time,' says [plastic surgeon Guyan] Arscott. 
 
'Shelene's breasts ballooned from 32 inches to a massive 68 inches in  
just 16 weeks.  We removed 11 lbs. of tissue from each side and we  
performed a nipple transplant.'" 
 
The article, which mentions her height as 5'1", shows a "before" and  
"after" photo, both in black and white. 
 
 
The December 22, 1992 GLOBE has a section on "shockers and scandals"  
of 1992, and Ms. Lanthier and Ms. Walter both appear therein. 
 
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PILGRIM'S PROGRESS 
 
One that, alas, has no photo, is this item from the August 18, 1992  
EXAMINER: 
 
Stripper's New Bumps Are A Grind 
 
"A stripper is suing a plastic surgeon she paid to enlarge her  
breasts because she claims the implants he inserted made her breasts  
so big she couldn't get out of bed. 
 
"Darlene Pilgrim, 26, of Edmonton, Canada, says she wanted her size  
44-DD breasts enlarged to 66-FFF. 
 
"'But when I woke up, I was 90 triple-Z,' she says.  'I couldn't get  
up. It was like having two-liter milk jugs on both sides. 
 
"'This man ruined my life and took away my career. I've been an  
exotic dancer for ten years and don't have any other skills.'" 
 
 
R & D writes: it's those bra sizes again. May we recommend a quick  
course on a.s.b for these people? And we bet Ms Pilgrim made a mint  
after this article. Any intending whistle-blowers among our readers  
may care to note Ms Pilgrim's alleged age, and the length of time she  
has been dancing exotically. 
 
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SO, LAY? 
 
More on Soleil Moon Frye--the PEOPLE issue with her on the cover is  
the April 26, 1993 issue. Alas, there's only one photo of her before  
surgery (other than the obligatory shots from when she portrayed  
Punky Brewster); Ms. Frye is a beautiful young woman either way, but  
she was magnificent before the surgery. The article does indeed  
mention her plans to do a video about having the surgery done. 
 
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MAJOR APPLIANCE FAILURE 
 
Oh, yes--there's one article (again with no photo, alas) in the May  
9, 1989 WEEKLY WORLD NEWS, titled "Busty Gal's Big Bra Blows Up Her  
Washing Machine!" and describing how one Inger Hallin had trouble  
when her 48DD bra got tangled around the agitator and caused the  
washer's motor to explode. 
 
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                      *** GOLDEN AGE *** 
 
An intriguing glimpse of a Golden Age gone by when alt.sex.breast  
wasn't all about Wincash and Phone Sex ads... 
 
A question for you folks out there...has anyone else posting probably  
Kathy especially) ever heard of a condition called virginal breast  
hypertrophy? I used to get the same "don't worry, you're just still  
growing" speech from my doctor, till it got to a point where it was  
obvious that I was developing quite a bit more than a normal person  
my age ought to be. So the doctor did some tests, and announced that  
I had this condition, which apparently even precludes me from getting  
a reduction; due to some sort of hormonal imbalance, the tissue'd  
just grow back, apparently. I went along with that till recently, but  
the condition is getting to be truly extreme, and so I'm very  
interested in getting the reduction, but don't want to waste the  
money (or get carved up) if it's not going to do any good. Anyone? 
 
... I've never really heard much about this. Do you mean that your  
chest will NEVER stop growing? I remember watching a talk show  
about six months ago that featured a woman with a similar problem.  
She had a hormonal imbalance that caused her breasts to go from a  
normal size to a measurement of about 80". I remember that she was  
from France and the doctors had a treatment to help her. I also  
remember that she was doing topless magazine layouts to cash in on  
her "condition" before she had her reduction.      
 
... Do you remember what show it was? Also, when exactly did it air?  
 
... It was the Montel Williams Show, and I saw it about six months  
ago. The show featured people with very uncommon medical  
conditions. This woman had a baby, and her breasts started growing  
larger, but they wouldn't stop growing. When she took off the jacket  
she was wearing, the whole audience gasped. Her husband said that he  
HATED the new way that his wife looked, and agreed that she needed  
a reduction as soon as possible. 
 
 
R & D writes: Wow! They knew how to post them in those days. We  
have removed the headers and addresses to save space, but the whole  
thread poses a few little questions: 
1.      Who was the wondrous Kathy? 
2.      What about the Girl Who Couldn't Stop Growing? 
3.      Where is she now? 
4.      And how big? 
5.      What about the French woman? 
6.      Where did her money-spinning topless shots appear? 
7.      Is she reading this? [Fat chance, unless French becomes the  
standard language of the Internet ...Ed] 
And of course, the gasp-inducing woman in the last of those clips was  
the lovely Isabelle. As for her husband, well, to quote Mandy Rice- 
Davies, "Well, he would say that, wouldn't he?"* 
 
[*Mandy Rice-Davies was a British woman, no better than she needed  
to be, who was involved in a political sex scandal in the 60's.  
Despite all that has gone on since, her famous quote is still common  
currency, and is still credited to her. She has no place in this  
journal, being no more than average in breast size. No doubt, someone  
will complain...] 
 
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                 *** DR ENLARGE EXPOUNDS *** 
 
We've heard this mentioned before, but here's a reminder from Wren... 
 
This is a message from Dr E. I don't know how many hitlist members  
are on his own little mailing list [not me, for one ... Ed] so I'm  
sending this information so it can get shared. He's been trying to  
get people to chip in on a little video project. On Busty Dusty's  
website (the address of which, I can get if anyone wants it) there's  
a page saying she'll do a customized video for $300. Dr E has been  
trying to arrange for her to do a BE video. Unfortunately, for $300  
all we can get is her doing standard BE dialogue while she somehow  
manages to burst out of her clothing with no special effects  
involved. As you can see, it doesn't take very many people to chip  
away at the price. Ten people would only pay $30 each. If anyone is  
interested, I'll notify Dr E and we can discuss the specifics of what  
we want Ms. Dusty to do. 
 
[Contact Wren direct on this one (Wren <draconus@grove.ufl EDU>,  
it says here. For those not up to date on such matters, Ms Dusty - do  
her friends address her as Busty, we wonder - is a lady of a certain  
age who possesses possibly some of the largest breast implants it is  
possible to have. They must be almost a third the size of some of the  
all-too-real ones mentioned a few paragraphs earlier. We understand  
she's about to be de-constructed, hence this last chance offer.] 
 
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                 *** I PREFER MY WOMEN REAL *** 
 
Some more of those fleeting glimpses... 
 
Skinny Woman 
"She lived in my home town and I spotted her on many occasions. The  
first time I laid eyes on her she must have been perhaps 10 to 15 years older than me. She worked behind 
a desk in an electrical  
wholesalers.  
I popped in for some bits and she happened to stand up and move  
across to another office. What immediately struck me was how skinny  
she was. Almost anorexic. Gaunt face, long hair, matchstick legs. She  
had a huge mound nestling on her tummy underneath a sort of cricket  
jumper. 
 
"I thought no more about the woman until nearly eighteen months to  
two years later. She was stood in a Woolworths checking some  
records. The face was just as gaunt, legs just as skinny, but under  
that stretched anorak, I then realised she was blessed with huge  
tits. I have seen her perhaps three times since, the last time was  
three weeks ago. But not once has she given any hint to the casual  
observer that she's carrying around a massive bust. 
 
"I might be wrong, she may be perpetually preggers. But aged, what,  
45-50, that seems unlikely." 
 
[If this woman is reading this, would she please contact R & D  
Hindquarters] 
 
 
Inappropriately Dressed 
"I was mooching around Coogie Beach in Australia. It was a  
sweltering day and almost everyone was in regulation shorts and  
thongs (flipflops). Just in front of me, out of a doorway popped a  
shortish woman in her late twenties perhaps, surrounded by kids and  
wearing a thick woollen jumper and jeans. I and the others were  
walking about five yards behind her. It was no more than just a  
glimpse but I would swear she was candidate for the over 70's club." 
 
[But you said she was in her twenties...] 
 
 
St Cat's Girl? 
"This was a girl I actually grew up with at school. She was a Fifth  
year and I was a First. I remember because of the jokes most of the  
lads made about her. You know the type of thing - two buckets and a  
piece of rope for a bra. She wasn't in the slightest attractive and  
I wasn't in the slightest bit interested in girls at the time. I  
remember the school sports day when she had been entered in the long  
jump. Myself and some other First years parked ourselves at the end  
of the sand pit and let out great guffaws as she flopped about.  
Funny isn't it, I'd give my right arm to meet her now!" 
 
[No, no! Not the right arm!] 
 
 
Not A Figure Of Fun 
"On the first day at college after the summer holidays, among several  
new students on one-day-a-week courses, I saw a teenage girl wearing  
a maternity smock. My first thoughts were that if she was as far  
along as that - I guessed at six or seven months - what was the point  
in her joining the course at all, as she would certainly not be  
around for the exams. That was when she noticed me staring, and her  
look seemed to say, 'so, you've spotted them!' She was obviously  
fully used to being stared at by connoisseurs! 
 
"It was only later, seeing her moving around, I realised she wasn't  
pregnant at all. Gradually, the other students began to realise the  
same thing. Later, as she came to college in subsequent weeks, she  
forsook the maternity disguise for more conventional clothing. In a  
tight skirt and a chunky sweater, she looked unbelievable, like a  
fantasy cartoon. Her breasts must have been twice the size of  
pineapples. To go with her bizarre appearance, she had a delightful  
sense of fun. On one occasion, when she was having difficulty with  
signing her name for the loan of a piece of equipment, she  
complained, 'don't hassle me, I'm only thirteen'. An intriguing image  
which caused a great deal of clutching at groins." 
 
[Not her groin, we hope ...] 
 
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                     *** AT THE MOVIES *** 
 
>From movie-buff Wren, a few comments on the movie items in the last  
issue: 
 
      "How about "DEATH BECOMES HER"? 
 
"I've seen this movie and to tell the truth I deliberately left it  
off the list. Sure, she takes a potion to restore youth, but who's  
ever heard of breasts growing as you grow YOUNGER? At the most, her  
breasts and buttocks reposition themselves and become firmer. It  
would have been more exciting if she simply jiggled the things. This  
may be a harsh review, but this movie definitely will not make it on  
my personal list of B.E." 
 
      WITCH HUNT (c. 1995, HBO Pictures, starring Dennis Hopper) 
 
"In this movie I was disappointed by the small extent of the growth.  
Unlike "Death Becomes Her" however, this truly is B.E. and worth  
mentioning because it shows how morphing techniques could be used  
for great B.E. scenes. I wouldn't rent it just for that scene though.  
Especially since it's a made for HBO movie anyway. I saw it when it  
first premiered, which was on cable." 
 
      DUCKMAN 
 
"I always miss this episode for some reason. Oh well. It definitely  
belongs on the TV list though." 
 
      B.E. IN COMMERCIALS IN USA 
 
"I remember this commercial. Hmm, B.E. in commercials ... Imagine  
what a breast implant commercial would be like!" 
 
      AND CULLED FROM ALT.SEX.BREAST 
 
"Gee, I never noticed that "commercial" for breast enlargement  
before. I'll have to pay more attention next time I see the movie." 
 
      DID ANYONE SEE THIS? 
 
>From a reader called "Munch" comes this cry from the heart: 
 
"After reading R & D #5 I recalled another instance of breast  
enlargement on a TV show. There was a show, about 4 years ago (and  
only lasted about a season), who name I cannot remember, but the plot  
was a post-apocalypse world in which only two women and four men  
survived - or was it three?. Anyway the particular episode had the  
lesser attractive of the two women find a radioactive rock that cause  
her breasts to grow to basketball size: she woke up and found them  
huge, no actual inflation was shown. The rest of the show was mostly  
dedicated to showing how goofy the men were acting because of this,  
until her breasts mysteriously shrank back down in size." 
 
Did any of you couch potatoes see this one? Perhaps they will screen it again. How about an interactive 
ending? 
 
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              *** DON'T JUST SIT THERE, NUKE 'EM *** 
 
And talking of interactive film-making, subscribed readers will have  
seen the messages from Wren about the next in the "Class of Nukem  
High" series of movies. The makers are offering the chance of fifteen  
seconds of fame, a mention in the credits and $50. 
 
All you have to do is write a couple of pages of plot. They're not  
specifically looking for BE scenes, BUT... 
 
They have so far selected a couple of scenes with a bit of BE in 
them. If they now receive a bombardment of related BE material, they  
may just think, "Hey, the world out there likes to see tits gettin'  
bigger! We'll give 'em women's tits gettin' bigger!" 
 
They want someone to write their movie for them (at a knock-down  
price) so they've come up with this idea. Let's show them what a  
great idea it was. 
 
As Wren says, "if we get tons of people writing for this contest - I  
already know of one person who normally doesn't write, but who is  
going to take a crack at it - even if they lose, we will have an over  
abundance of BE stories! Better yet, a bunch of stories that are  
based on a real movie." 
 
If you can, go to http://www.troma.com and find out all there is to  
know. They have the two story segments there to download as well as  
the details of how to get your entry in. And have a word with Wren  
while you're about it. He's at: Wren <draconus@grove.ufl.EDU> 
 
We have included a brief outline of the plot so far - and a couple of  
files containing the stories - with this issue. They're in html  
format: you can wade through the hypertext blether and read the text,  
or load them up in Netscape or whatever and read them with *almost*  
fancy fonts and occasional cross-heads that flash on and off and on  
and off... Go on, spoil yourself. 
 
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            *** TINA SMALL - READERS' THOUGHTS *** 
 
No apologies for prolonging the Tina Small debate, if debate is what  
it is. It is so long ago since the lady was seen in magazines and  
videos, and she's not going to make a comeback. Those who remember  
her are inclined to have become set in their ways and are not about  
to change their views. 
 
Basically, you either believe that Tina existed, that her story as  
published in her biography was true, and that the sun has never  
failed to shine out of her most intimate parts. Or you don't. If you  
don't, you will not be swayed from your opinion by anything we can  
say. You will be convinced that the second thing she did when she  
got up in the morning was to strap her breasts on. 
 
Here's fuel to the discussion from a reader: 
 
The two faces of Tina Small 
"Have you ever noticed the difference in the appearance of Tina  
Small? No, I'm not talking about the body, although that changes  
too. I mean the obvious difference in the faces of the women who call  
themselves Tina Small. For instance, compare Tina2.jpg and gftp  
(presumably accidentally placed in the root directory at Anthony's  
FTP site). Hmm ... no beauty mark on the color image. VERY fake  
looking wig. Also look at the style of the photography in Tina1-4.  
Very 1960-70s. 
"Special effects were very poor back then and those pictures are very  
sharp. Also note the more natural shape of the breasts in Tina1- 
4.jpg. Meanwhile gftp is out of focus and has a breast shape that's  
not very believable. BTW ... "Every Inch a Lady" the magazine ...  
issue 2, 1981 is still available from FLING magazine here in the  
States. 
"My proposal is that the "original" Tina Small existed. Was a dancer,  
wore a short blonde wig (probably to hide brown mousey hair). John  
Xavier saw her and pitched the idea of a photo-shoot with some casual  
shots he took of her. When he went back, she was gone ... thus Tina  
II was born: some latex, a long blonde wig and a model needing extra  
cash is all he needed ... and he's back in business. Just  
supposition, but it makes sense." 
 
 
[The filenames in this message refer to files on the acotto ftp  
site.] 
 
R & D writes: If the Tina Small featured in "Every Inch A Lady" was  
not the real thing, and was wearing latex breasts, WHY did she  
change the appearance of her breasts so radically in 1983. This was  
after her breasts, according to her biography "Big Girls Don't Cry",  
were 'lifted'. Some of us are prepared to believe that her 'new'  
breasts, AFTER that time, were perhaps artificial. But if they were  
artificial in the first place, why did she need to trade them in for  
a set of remoulds? 
 
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                   *** READERS' LETTERS *** 
 
"I Wish To Register A Complaint ..." 
"The first extract in your quiz came from a story called ELLY that I  
wasn't familiar with, even though I thought I had acquired every BE  
story around. So I went to the Louvre as suggested, and got it. I was  
most disappointed to find that it's not a BE story at all; it's a  
story about a girl who happens to have very large breasts but that  
isn't the same thing at all, since no enlargement occurs during the  
course of the story. I feel cheated." 
 
R & D replies: "Every now and again, you find one of those characters  
you really fancy. We fancied Elly, so we included her, without  
apology. After all, they must have grown some time, we just weren't  
there to watch." 
 
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               *** I REMEMBER PHIL BIGGERS *** 
 
Following the first of our Spot-the-Story quizzes, there was some  
speculation about the story "Desecrator", in which a young lady's  
breasts grew in church. We have now received a reply to our enquiry  
at the almost defunct anon.penet.fi address used by the writer. 
 
There was only one Desecrator story, which was written a long time  
ago, and his only other BE work, under a different nom de plume, was  
the epic, and still unfinished, "Haircut at Madame Twon's" series.  
"The hero escaping with the one woman wasn't meant to be the end"  
he said. 
 
Right now, our man is working on a new story, entitled "Flesh and  
Leather", but as he says, I am a slow writer, so it will be a little while before it's done." 
 
So keep a look out for it. Under what pesudonym will "Flesh and  
Leather" appear? 
 
"Phil Biggers - what else?" 
 
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                    *** SWELL TO SEE YA *** 
 
News of another lost soul, this time a writer/artist, or as he would  
insist, artist/writer. Connoisseurs will recall the 'Ring' stories by  
Johnny Swell. Two of these are on the Acotto site, although we  
understand the second one should have been continued. 
 
We also received an evocative drawing of a well-endowed girl on a  
carousel horse, which illustrates a scene at the end of Part 3 of the  
story. Swell has been pretty tied up of late with such trivial  
matters as work n' stuff, and has popped his head above the parapet  
to have a look round. We hope he stays. 
 
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         *** DON'T START ANYTHING YOU CAN'T FINISH... *** 
 
>From Wren, another of those unfinished story ideas. If you're not  
going to try and finish one of these, try thinking about them as you're about to go to sleep. They could lead 
to pleasant dreams... 
 
 
UNREAL 
by Wren 
 
     "Cat?...Hello?...Earth to Cat?...Cat wake up!" 
     "Huh?  Wha?" 
     "You were in a trance or something again." 
     "Oh sorry Jazz, I was thinking about something else." 
     "Well you better not zone out during our presentation." 
     "I can't believe this thing is 50% of our final grade." 
     "Yeah, I know what you mean.  The professor is a real hard 
ass.  You've been zoning out a lot lately.  What's the deal?" 
     "Oh, it's part of my acting class." 
     "Huh?" 
     "The professor told us that the best performances occur when 
the actors completely lose themselves in the characters they're 
playing.  I figure that since we're doing a report about the 
psychological effects of macromastia on women, perhaps we can do a 
better presentation if we imagine what they must feel like.  It 
would certainly help focus our minds." 
     "Uh...yeah, whatever.  It seems to me that you're the only one 
out of focus around here.  This is a psychology class, not an 
acting class!" 
     "Oh come on Jazz!  Just give it a try!  Clear your mind and 
concentrate." 
     "Cat!" 
     "Try it!" 
     "Argh!  Okay, but after this we get on with preparing the 
report, alright?" 
     "Agreed...now close your eyes and imagine you have 
macromastia." 
     "This is silly!"     
     "You promised!" 
     "Okay okay, I'll do it." 
     Jazz closed her eyes, but could not imagine anything except 
the fact that they were wasting time.  She tried harder, but she 
still couldn't concentrate on anything.  She decided to give up, 
but when she opened her eyes she noticed that it seemed brighter 
outside than it should be.  She looked at the clock and then became 
frantic. 
     "Cat!  Wake up!" 
     "Huh?...Wha?" 
     "We fell asleep!  We didn't finish putting together our 
presentation, and it's almost time for class!" 
     Jazz threw on a yellow jumpsuit.  Cat was the same size, so 
she raided Jazz's closet instead of going back to her room to 
change.  She came out wearing a tight fitting red romper that was 
a gift from one of Jazz's ex-boyfriends.  She was a little upset 
about it, but didn't have time to protest.  They arrived just as 
the first of the presentations was beginning.  Fortunately, Jazz 
and Cat would be the second to the last group to go, so they 
decided to work on their presentation in the meantime. 
     "Let's divide the labor so we can get done faster, " Jazz 
suggested, "you do the pros, and I'll do the cons." 
     The professor was very strict, and would flunk any group that 
worked on its report while others were presenting, so Jazz and Cat 
sat on opposite sides of the auditorium.  They both thumbed through 
their reference material.  Jazz making note cards as she skimmed 
through case studies of women suffering psychological trauma as 
their breasts grow out of control, and Cat preparing to adlib a 
report on women who had actually prospered from the disorder. 
     Jazz yawned openly.  She was still sleepy, and the droning 
voices of the other presenting students weren't helping much.  She 
looked up from her notecards and noticed Cat adjusting her clothing 
with a frustrated look on her face.  "Damnit Cat!  This is all your 
fault!  Get back to work!" thought Jazz.  She waved her notecards 
frantically at her partner, who seemed to get the message and 
started taking notes again, but still fiddled with her romper with 
her free hand. 
     Frowning darkly, Jazz looked back down at her notecards and 
noticed that there seemed to be a little less room to work.  She 
sat up a little straighter in her seat and continued reading.  The 
next group went to the front of the room, leaving only one more 
group to go before Jazz and Cat.  She yawned again, but this time 
noticed that her bra straps were rubbing uncomfortable against her 
skin.  "I must've got the straps twisted when I got dressed so 
quickly this morning," she reaced into her jumpsuit for a moment 
and scratched one shoulder, "Darn, I bet it's going to leave 
marks." 
     Jazz then glanced toward Cat again and was surprised to see 
that she was once again tugging at her romper, only this time with 
more vigor and she seemed frustrated to the point of agony.  Before 
Jazz could signal to her, she suddenly began to feel a little 
frustrated herself.  Her bra strap had continued to get worse, and 
for some reason she didn't have enough slack to fix it.  "We must 
be sick or something," thought Jazz.  Cat had started figiting 
first, so Jazz decided to watch her and see what would happen next. 
     Cat's bra strap had been bothering her as well, and her 
attempts to adjust it hadn't helped any.  She resolved to bear the 
discomfort until the end of her presentation and decided to get 
back to work.  When she looked down at her desk however, her chest 
was covering a little more of it than before.  She sat up as 
straight as she could but she was still covering a third of her 
desk.  Then she realized that her breasts were larger than they had 
been a few moments ago.  "That's impossible!" she thought.  And 
tried to think of another explanation for her disappearing desk, 
but was interrupted when her straps began to dig even more into her 
skin.  She watched in shock as her breasts began to swell slowly.  
Immediately she tried to press them into her chest with both hands, 
but they continued to grow, filling her hands and pushing them 
outward. 
 
 
There he goes again, Wren and his idiosyncratic names. Presumably  
Cat is Catherine and Jazz is Jasmine or something. We're still trying  
to make sense of Manx from the last issue. 
 
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                      *** RECIPE CORNER *** 
 
Chocolate Chip Cookie 
A couple of months ago, LVKane sent us a story and happened to  
mention that he needed a recipe for Chocolate Chip Cookies. R & D  
passes this recipe on to its readers in the sincere hope that it's  
not too late. 
 
Warning: This is not a BE story. This is a recipe passed on to me  
from a girl who goes to St Cat's. I have been informed that it's been  
edited and all the 'active' ingredients have been removed. If however  
anyone who eats one of these cookies experieces rapid breast growth  
St Cats takes no responsibilty, but does ask that copious notes are  
taken (along with pictures) and sent back to St Cats. The subject may  
even be required to visit their facility. 
 
Requires: 
 
    2 sticks Butter or Margarine (about 1 cup) softened (not melted) 
    1 cup packed Brown Sugar 
    1/2 cup regular Sugar 
    1 tsp Vanilla extract 
    3 eggs 
    2 2/3 cup Flour 
    1 tsp Baking Soda 
    1 tsp Salt 
    2 Cups Chocolate Chips 
 
Recipe: 
 
Beat the butter (not melted), brown sugar, and regular sugar together  
in a bowl. Add in the vanilla extract. Add in the eggs, one at a  
time, and beat the mixture after each addition. In a different bowl  
mix together the dry ingredients (flour, baking soda, and salt).  
Slowly add the flour to the first bowl while gradually beating (in  
other words, mix the two bowls together). Mix in the chocolate chips. 
Place the mixture on to an ungreased cooking sheet in teaspoon-sized  
drops. Bake in a preheated oven at 375 degrees F (190C, Gas Mark 5)  
for about 8 to 9 minutes or until the cookies puff up. Cool for about  
2 minutes then remove from the cooking sheet. Leave until they are  
completely cooled. 
 
Another warning from our Chef:  I cannot guarantee the success of the  
above recipe as I have not tried it myself. Personally I would make  
it 2 cups flour instead of 2 2/3 and I would increase it to 1 cup  
granulated sugar, but that's just my taste. 
 
I was told if you are a real chocaholic you can always melt about 2  
cups chocolate chips (heat them until they are just starting to melt)  
and then add this to the mixture just before you add the flour (it  
will make it really chocolatey). 
 
Good luck baking and may things come out ... swell. 
 
 
Chauntaille Gruntworthy writes: If the chef would like to write to me  
c/o St Catherine's High School for Girls, Bucestershire, England or  
email to R & D Hindquarters, giving me the name of the St Cat's girl  
who passed on this recipe, I will make sure she receives the  
punishment she deserves. 
 
We try constantly to instil into the girls the absolute necessity of  
working in metric units in this modern age. Yst still, time and  
again, we find them slipping back into their mothers' sloppy habits.  
Teaspoons! What's wrong with good European 5ml? And how big is a  
cup? There is the world of difference between a AA cup of butter and  
one of my cups, for instance. Or even one of Smegs's. 
 
If you are using Girl-Butter, you will need 10 per cent less than for  
butter made with cows' milk. 
 
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                *** QUIZ TIME AGAIN ALREADY? *** 
 
              *-*-*- Spot The Story Contest -*-*-* 
                 [submitted by an R & D reader] 
 
 
1.      When Kim looked down, the first thing she noticed was that  
she could no longer see her feet.  This time it was not her stomach,  
but her bustline.  It was slowly moving outward as the gas rushed in.  
She realized she had already increased a cup size or two.  As she  
watched in fascinated amazement, she became even more topheavy.  For  
the first time in her life, she was sporting a full figure. 
 
2.      An hour later he returned and saw that the formula had  
succeeded far beyond his dreams. Sandy lay on the bed, her breasts  
straining to escape from a blouse now far too small for them. He  
removed her clothes, then stood back. She awoke, still a little dizzy  
at first, then sat up and smiled at him. Quickly he undressed and  
ordered her to make love to him, to kiss him, to suck him, to do  
every single thing she could to arouse him and make him cum. 
 
3.      The girls dressed rapidly, eager to see how much bigger  
Ashley was going to get. Ashley had finally stopped growing, but she  
lay flat on her back, with her truck-sized tits on either side of  
her.  Zenobia put her hand on her old friend's nipple. It was larger  
than a rolled up sleeping bag, about three feet long and two feet  
wide. 
 
4.      "I'm not sure what to think about this yet." she was saying,  
"It's certainly been exciting and all, but they are starting to get  
in the way of a lot of things. I never dreamed it would be so  
difficult to just put on a pair of shoes." 
She glanced down at her feet and and Cal saw what she meant. Her  
breasts were so big in relation to the rest of her she couldn't even  
see her feet without leaning forward, a proposition that, while  
certainly attractive, posed some problems in terms of balance and  
center of gravity. 
 
5.      Bobby Jo had fared no better. Whereas she didn't have a prick  
to get enlarged, she did have a pair of tits. And now those tits,  
which she had often wished were larger, were exactly that. In fact,  
they, like Richard's dick, were of a horrific size, and even more so.  
They were by far the largest tits on the face of the earth! They were  
round, and soft, with beautiful pink areolas, and unbelievable  
nipples. They rested on the floor, stretching out seven feet in front  
of her, and were nearly as tall as Bobby Jo herself.  Richard could  
just barely see her eyes peering sadly over the mountains of flesh.  
Bobby Jo's body now consisted only of her head, her tits, and her  
legs. She no longer had arms, or a torso to speak of. She was, quite  
frankly, nothing more than a walking, talking pair of gargantuan  
boobs. 
 
6.      "I... I'm becoming a bimbo." McLearan watched in awe as her  
chest expanded further, a kind of fascinated intensity coming over  
her as she swelled beyond the DD range in her opinion. No longer able  
to see her feet, she could only feel about to ascertain what was  
going on below.  From touch she estimated herself at a curvy  
50-27-38. 
"This is sort of like watching an inflatable love doll being blown  
up", Tiffany commented. "Wonder when you'll stop, doc? Maybe you  
won't. You'll just keep on getting bigger and bigger ..." 
 
7.      The pressure in her abdomen was enormous. It spread instantly  
to her chest. The last remnants of her blue shirt popped off her  
breasts as they grew faster than ever before. Within seconds her  
breasts had grown through the distance between her and Herbert. When  
her breast reached him, the nipple on the end was he size of a dinner  
plate and growing. He was pushed back by their explosive growth. He  
stood back away as they grew larger and larger. Lidya's breasts  
dwarfed her now and were still blowing up like two giant balloons. 
 
8.      She spoke too soon, because Suki had grabbed at her own  
breasts, which had also started to grow. She gave a little whoop of  
joy as she felt them ballooning out from her chest. She dropped the  
towel and threw her shoulders back, and then hurried over to the  
dressing table to see herself in the mirror. She was not  
disappointed. Her tits were blowing up like balloons, heavy balloons  
filled with water. In no time at all, they hung to her waist, and the  
erect nipples were six inches in front of her. 
 
9.      "You're still growing, Sherrie!", exclaimed Veronica. Sherrie  
looked down. Sure enough. Her breasts, which now obscured about a  
third of her field of vision as she looked toward the floor,  
continued to grow and expand like slowly filling water balloons. They  
pushed out against her arms as they continued to swell outward.  
Sherrie found that she could reach the tip of her nipples now only  
with great difficulty, and that the bottoms of her breasts were  
pushing down to just above her navel. 
 
10.      By that evening, all three women had expanded by varying  
amounts: Louise the least, although she had reached 50 inches.  
Jessica was now up to 60 inches, despite throwing away her jar of  
coffee the night before. Claudia had been in bed all afternoon, and  
Davie stayed there while the rest of us measured the huge black girl.  
"She's slowing down", said Louise without much confidence, "she's  
85 inches." 
 
 
We thought of including the solution at the bottom of the page. "Hold  
your monitor upside down to see the answers." But the technology  
defeated us. 
Answers in the next issue. Let's see if anyone can do better than 5 out of 10 this time, shall we? 
 
That's it for now, See ya Later 
 
 
Al - Some Sort of Dog 
 
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