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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Part II
Chapter 5:- Trudy's Tale
The girls had drifted off and gone back in the pool. We persuaded Amy
to come for a swim as well, and in no time we were all shrieking and
splashing around in the cool water. Amy still couldn't take in the
sight of the youngsters, with their outrageous development. She kept
staring at them, and eventually she came and sat next to me on the
edge of the pool, dangling our toes in the water.
"It's funny, you know", she said, "I shouldn't feel this way, but
those kids with their big titties makes me feel all gooey inside!
Don't get me wrong, you being their mother and all, but you know what
I mean?"
"I know exactly what you mean. They look like little women, yet
they're just kids. Coming down here this morning, they were asking
every five minutes, 'are we nearly there, yet?' And they have to put
up with a lot of shit from the other girls at school. Especially young
Suzanne."
"I can imagine", Amy said. "I was nothing like the size of them at
their age, yet the other girls made my life misery when these things
started to grow. Trouble was, I know they were jealous, yet I hated my
tits so much, I couldn't see why the others *should* be jealous, you
know? They were welcome to them, if they wanted them!"
"It's doing them good, anyway, getting off school early. Look at them,
I haven't seen them so relaxed and happy for months."
They had all leapt out of the pool and streamed off across the garden
in a weaving line at top speed. It all went quiet as they ran off into
the distance. From the house, there was the sound of a distant crash.
"What was that?" I said.
"Don't know, Maisie must have dropped the dinner in the kitchen."
**********
Clarrie was in trouble.
Maisie came into the kitchen to see how the teenager was progressing
with the sandwiches for teatime. She found the girl had hardly
started, she had only just started buttering the bread.
"Have you taken the salmon out of the fridge, Clarrie?" Maisie asked.
"Not yet, I'm still doing the butter."
"Funny, I thought I could smell it! Wait a minute, girl! That's *you*!
What have you been up to? Even when Sir Roger's away, you still manage
to stink of sex!"
Clarrie blushed and stammered, but Maisie stepped closer and whisked
the girl's skirt up.
"You filthy slut! No panties again. And juice running down your fat
legs! I suppose you've been playing with that bloody vibrator of your
again. Get out! Have a shower and get your big whore's arsehole back
down here in ten minutes! Move!"
Clarrie fled, sobbing, her huge tits bouncing as she scampered out of
the kitchen and up the back stairs to the servants' bathroom.
At least, when she presented herself to Maisie fifteen minutes later,
she was a little fresher, although her bottom was still much the same
size as before.
"Show me!" Maisie insisted.
Clarrie pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal relatively clean
white panties.
"Right, get on with those sandwiches. A right good spanking's what you
deserve, girl."
Clarrie smiled to herself. That was the nicest thing Maisie had said
to her all day.
**********
"Tanya, honey, come and sit next to your Grandma." Tanya grinned at
Grandma Trudy and sat beside her at the table. I perched on the bench
on her other side. Our children gathered round. "Help yourselves, now,
don't stand around letting these sandwiches get cold. Salmon and
cucumber? Here you are, Suzanne, can't you reach?" Suzanne was
struggling to reach across the table, her breasts were dangerously
close to destroying a most impressive cream cake. Grandma Trudy took
the girl's plate and loaded it up with food. "That enough? You're a
growing girl, you know!"
Suzanne knew. We all knew.
The kids tucked in with a vengeance, clearing all the sandwiches in
record time, and making massive inroads into the cakes.
"They seem to have quite an appetite, must be all this fresh air and
exercise", said Tanya, shaking her head as Suzanne wolfed an enormous
hunk of cream cake. There was chocolate smeared all over her face and
a dollop of cream had fallen into her cleavage. Pansy reached across
and scooped it out.
"That's mine", squealed the aggrieved girl, and made a grab for the
cream. Too late, it was already disappearing into Pansy's mouth.
Suzanne stuffed the last of her cake into her mouth and went in search
of more.
"You'll burst, child!" Tanya wailed in despair. "You must think we
never feed them at home, Gran."
"I was beginning to wonder, honey. Never mind, they'll get enough
activity in the next few weeks. They'll burn it all up."
As the children finally drifted away from the table, still squabbling
good-naturedly; Tanya sat forward, resting her mountainous bust on the
table with a little sigh. Grandma Trudy watched her with a smile.
"That's right, Tanya, take the weight off your back. I know just how
it feels, carrying that lot around. You're a lot bigger than me, now,
but when I was just a kid, like I told you, mine were pretty huge."
"Maybe you can explain to the kids, sometime, Gran. Show them your old
photos, perhaps", suggested Tanya. "They'd appreciate knowing that
they're not just freaks."
"Freaks, hey? Is that what they're calling them? Well, isn't it true?
I was a freak, sure. So are you two, Tanya especially. But it's just
Mother Nature having her bit of fun. There's nothing wrong with us,
and nothing wrong with Suzanne, either. But I will; tomorrow, I'll
have a word with them."
We sat in silence for a while. Mum and Amy were strolling in the
distance, beyond the pool. The children had started their ball game
again. Grandma Trudy took a deep breath. "You know, earlier, when I
said I didn't want to talk about ... when I was a kid? I think I ought
to tell you. It's hurtful to tell it, but you ought to know."
"Gran, not if it's painful. Not now. Later, perhaps", I tried to tell
her.
"It had better be now, while I'm in the mood! Listen!"
She put her arms out as if to embrace the two of us.
"I was six, when my titties started to grow. How about you?"
"Gosh, I was nearly nine", said Tanya.
"Thirteen!" I laughed.
"How about the kids?"
"Suzanne was the earliest, she wasn't even six when hers started
coming", I said, and Grandma Trudy shook her head in disbelief.
"Like I say, I was six. And they just ballooned, you know? Eight, nine
years old, and they were a C cup. Then when I started the fourth
grade, you know what that is?" We both nodded, not wanting to
interrupt her, and she continued. "The day I started in the fourth
grade, I was a forty-four! That was August, September. By Christmas, I
was up to forty-seven inches."
She laughed. "And I was still growing. At least, by then, I was ten
years old! And they just got bigger and bigger. But you know, I
remembered nothing of this. My brother, Tim, told me everything, and
gradually it all came back. Everything. How when I got to my eleventh
birthday, our mother measured me, and I was fifty-six inches round the
bust!"
"I can laugh at it now, but I was so huge, I could hardly walk, never
mind run around. I had to have my bras hand-made. It meant a bus-ride
to see the bra-lady. Every time I got too big for my bra, and that was
pretty often, I can tell you. But then I went to the doctor, and he
sent me away to another doctor, in Chicago, and they looked at me, and
they said there's nothing wrong. 'Perfectly normal, Mrs Morris', they
told Mom! Oh, yeah?"
"That's what they said to me, too", said Tanya, "when *I* was eleven."
"They told me to go home and wait till I was nineteen, then they could
make them smaller. Well, no way could we wait that long. Mom told them
I'd need a wheelbarrow for them long before that! Anyways, I had to
stop going to school because of the rude comments from the other kids.
And the teachers, too, they were just as bad. Well, we lived on a
farm, and once I got away from that school, I worked on the farm, and
I did my schooling at home. Of course, these things kept right on
growing. I don't know how big they ended up; we only had a five-foot
tape at home! I know that I had to be measured for a new blouse, it
was before I was twelve, during the summer, and I was sixty-three
inches then! But they didn't stop growing."
Tanya's mouth was open as she gazed at Grandma Trudy. I realised, at
last, she had found another woman who had been as big as her when she
was younger. "Go on", she whispered, realising that Gran had stopped.
"It gets difficult now, honey. Be patient with me. I went back to
school. Eighteen months I'd been away, and my boobs was twice as big
as when I'd left. But then, I used to finish my homework and my
chores, and I used to get away from the farm. There was this little
place that only I knew about, and I used to go and sit there all on my
own. Played with myself, I can tell you, now ..."
I looked at Tanya, and she looked at me, embarrassed for Grandma
Trudy.
"... then there was this man. This Luke O'Hara. I can still remember
his name. He wasn't away at the war, like the real men. I dunno how he
got away with it. But he ... he took me, down there in my secret
little hiding place. And he raped me ..."
Her voice tailed off. For a long time we all sat in silence. Grandma
Trudy fumbled around, looking for her handkerchief. Tanya pulled hers
out, pressed it into her hand.
"Thank you, honey. That was it, really. I stopped eating, Tim says.
And in next to no time, I was skinny as a rake. You'd never believe
it. We had to leave the farm, and we moved away. Quite suddenly. I
found out why, later. Much later."
Grandma Trudy sighed and shivered. "It's turned quite chilly", she
said, with an effort. "Could we continue tomorrow, would you mind?
Hey, I got past the worst part. The rest of it is easy-peasy. Let's
round up this family of yours!"
**********
Still grounded, and still under house arrest in his room, Davie heard
the family being rounded up and taken to their rooms on the floor
below. He wondered who the woman had been, the topless woman by the
pool. For that matter, who had been the little girl. She must have
been fifteen or more, with titties like hers. If they were here for a
while, maybe he'd get to know her a bit better. Just as he had come to
know Clarrie a lot better this afternoon.
Sweat broke out on his forehead at the memory. He licked his lips and
could still taste Clarrie on them. He gently grasped his cock and it
hardened in his hand. Within seconds, he was jerking and thrusting,
his bed rocking violently, the headboard banging against the wall.
He stopped at last, looking stupidly at the little pool of milky-white
juice on the bedspread. As he searched for a tissue, the thought came
to him that if Clarrie had been here, she would have lapped it up for
him.
**********
Clarrie wasn't there, but she knew exactly what Davie was doing. She
was helping the girls to get their bags unpacked in their rooms.
Suzanne and Pansy were sharing the room directly beneath Davie's, with
Victoria next door on her own.
"What's that noise?" asked Suzanne, looking fearfully up at the
ceiling as Davie's bed went into orbit above their heads.
"Is it a ghost?" whimpered Pansy.
"That's just the plumbing", said Clarrie, "it's an old house. It's not
haunted, don't worry." Clarrie watched Suzanne closely. The kid's tits
were enormous, she thought. If Davie gets a look at her, I'll be out.
O-U-T! "I'll leave you now, to get ready for bed. If you need
anything, the bathroom's that way, down the landing."
"Where do *you* sleep, Clarrie?" Pansy asked.
"Up there." Clarrie jerked her thumb. "Above Victoria's room. So no
noise, understand. I have to be up early in the morning, to collect
the eggs."
"Can we help you collect the eggs, Clarrie?" said Suzanne.
"You think you can get up at half past five?" the teenager asked.
"Okay. Not tomorrow, though. We've got weeks and weeks ..."
"... and weeks and weeks ..." said Pansy.
"... and weeks!" finished Suzanne. "Night-night, Clarrie!"
"Night, sweetheart. Night, Pansy." The girls turned their faces up to
kiss Clarrie, then snuggled down under their soft duvets.
"I like Clarrie", said Pansy, after the door had closed.
"So do I, said Suzanne. She tastes nice!"
**********
By then, Clarrie was already pushing open Davie's door and creeping
into his room. The boy started in alarm, screwing up a tissue and
stuffing it into the waste bin. "You scared me, creeping in like
that!" he accused.
"Not as much as if I'd crept in ten minutes ago, you horny little
bugger. You were shaking the whole house with your wanking!"
Davie went scarlet, and lowered his head, not daring to look Clarrie
in the face. He felt her soft hand on his back again, and she took his
shoulder and slowly turned his face up to hers. "C'mere, sexy, I've
been thinking of you ever since this afternoon!" And she planted her
soft lips on his mouth. The kiss went on for several minutes, by which
time Davie was rock hard and panting for Clarrie.
Clarrie was almost foaming with her desire to be fucked, properly,
this time. This was going to be lesson number two for young Davie. She
whispered to him.
"Go to the bathroom, do whatever you do at bedtime, then come back
here and wait for me. I've got a few things to do, but I'll be here at
nine-thirty on the dot. Don't start without me, okay?" and she gave a
gentle squeeze of his mighty throbbing cock that nearly sent him over
the edge.
He could still taste Clarrie's tongue. Surely it didn't still taste of
cum after all these hours.
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