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Subject: story: "GROWN-UP GIRLS" Part IV, Chapter 13: Clarrie At Your Service
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Part IV, Chapter 13: Clarrie At Your Service
We were all in the sitting room, glowing with the heat of
the day. The girls were playing cards on the rug.
Occasionally, voices were raised, and even the odd fist.
We watched them fondly. They were certainly taking no
notice of the grown-ups talking.
"You know how you told us about the shy guy with the
stammer, Gran?" Tanya said.
"Oh, Mark? Mark Bryant, was it? Or Mark Collins? It's
been a long time. Yes. Him and Wendy Sherman! I don't
want to talk about what I did to them later. It would get
me into trouble. But you remember how I went to stay with
my brother and his wife. Every time I see these kids
eating the way they do, it reminds me of the time when I
was in Minneapolis with Tim and Martha."
"I couldn't eat a thing when I arrived, just picking at
rice, salads and stuff. They were both trying to get me to
eat more, but nope! But, then, I don't know what happened,
but Tim was showing me an old chest of clothes and stuff in
the attic. And there was one of my old bras in there.
Must've been from when I was no more than twelve? Anyways,
I tried it on. Oooh, it was a perfect fit around the
chest, but I had nothing to put in the cups at all. Well,
I couldn't believe how it had ever been mine; my memories
had completely gone ..."
"And your mammaries, too", said Tanya, softly.
"... yep, those too. But that was when Tim first told me
about Pa and what he and the other men did to that Luke
O'Hara, and how we had to get out of the farm. And it was
like a load was lifted off my back, all of a sudden. Bits
of memory started to come back. Slowly, but I started to
remember things again, but this time, it was all right, you
know? 'Cos Luke O'Hara wasn't coming back. Ever!"
"And I started eating. Oh, these kids coulda' learned from
me! I ate nearly a whole cake one night. Brand new cake,
and by the time little Trudy had done with it, there was
one slice left. I should have finished it off and acted
innocent, but Martha and Tim were so pleased I was eating
again, they started feeding me up like a prize pig. And
every bit of it went straight up here. Nothing down here,
or down here, all up here!"
"I shot right back up to fifty-six inches in two months!
And even after that, though I slowed down, I still carried
on growing and eating and eating and growing, even after I
went off looking for a man. I went off looking for a man,
and I found Roger!"
"And of course, he said I reminded him of his Mummy! Only
his Mom was even more so than me, 'cos right then - I was
still putting on weight up top - I guess I was no more than
fifty-nine or sixty inches when we got married, but by the
time we landed at Southampton and went just down the road
to Bournemouth to meet his folks, I was up to more than
sixty four inches. I know that, because I had to buy a new
dress for the occasion, and I remember telling the
dressmaker I'd been as big as this before I'd even reached
my twelfth birthday! I tried to tell her all American
girls were as big as me, and I still think she half
believed me!"
A gong sounded somewhere out in the hall.
"Dinner is served, girls, kids!" She hardly needed to tell
the kids, they were almost tearing the door down to get
into the dining room. "You watch their faces", she
whispered to us, "when they get to see Clarrie in her
uniform! Now, you sure you're all ready for this?"
**********
I thought I was, but the sight of Clarrie in her uniform
made me gasp. My jaw hit the table. The girls were
staring at her in astonishment. They couldn't believe her.
"Sir Roger makes her wear this gear?" Clarrie had brought
out the bread rolls and undulated back into the kitchen.
"He insisted on it, right from when Clarrie first started
here. What do you think of her?"
"She's incredible! She looks twice as big. Up top, at
least, where it matters. Her waist isn't! She looks as
though she's going to snap in half!"
"That's what Roger likes. He prefers to be surrounded by
girls that remind him of his Mother. Clarrie's not as big
as his Mom was, but trussed up like that, she's not far
off!"
The maid came back in with a stack of plates, placing them
in front of each of us. The girls never took their eyes
off her. As well they might. Clarrie was a big girl, as
you will have gathered by now. Her broad hips were
squeezed into the most microscopic skirt I'd ever seen.
Her legs looked endless in black stockings. Her legs were
certainly longer than the stockings, because you could see
the tops of them, and even the suspender belt that held
them up.
"Thank you, Clarrie", said Grandma Trudy. "You look
stunning as usual."
"Thank you, ma'am!" blushed Clarrie, with a little
curtsey, and went back into the kitchen again, her high
heels clicking on the parquet, her hips swaying
extravagantly. Grandma Trudy winked at us and we started
giggling. Once we started, we couldn't stop. Tanya nudged
me and spluttered into her napkin. Clarrie was coming back
in again, but if she noticed us giggling - and she could
hardly miss it - she didn't show it. I looked at her more
closely. Was her skirt even shorter?
I didn't see how it possibly could be, but now an inch or
two of creamy thigh was visible above the tops of her
stockings. Her blouse swelled out from an improbably small
waist - certainly at least six inches smaller than
Clarrie's usual almost thirty inches - to an incredibly
swollen bosom, somehow compressed into a bursting,
straining white blouse. A pert little black bow tie was
echoed by the black ribbons which tied her hair into two
swinging pony tails which danced around her meaty
shoulders.
It was my turn to nudge Tanya, and I pointed at Clarrie's
skirt, just as she bent over to serve Grandma Trudy. We
stared into the cloacal darkness beneath the maid's skirt,
and realised as we exchanged glances, that Clarrie wasn't
wearing any panties. We could certainly see where they
ought to have been, and they simply weren't there!
Each time Clarrie disappeared into the kitchen, she seemed
to come back subtly changed, each time in a different way.
Her skirt became shorter. Her waist became even tighter,
buttons began to come undone, as if by accident, then more
of them, until twin piled-up mounds of creamy breast became
visible in the gap at the front of her blouse.
"If your necktie is too tight, Clarrie, you may take it
off!" said Grandma Trudy, smiling at us again. Clarrie
nodded and bobbed again.
"Yes'm!" she said quietly. Next time she came in, the bow
tie was gone, and the top four buttons of her blouse were
undone. On successive visits, more and still more breast
was revealed, until the whole of her platform bra was
visible, with her breasts resting on the quarter cups like
unbaked cottage loaves. Her nipples seemed to stick out
further each time, until by the end, they were almost out
in the open.
"It's all a game", said Grandma Trudy when the maid was out
of the room again. "Clarrie knows the rules. Roger and
her, they play it all the time, with one or two variations.
When she does it particularly well, and thinks of some new
and creative idea, she gets a special reward! No reward
this time, though. Poor Clarrie! Although, somehow,
knowing Clarrie, I don't think she'll go short of affection
while Roger's away!"
Tanya and I looked at her in surprise, but Grandma Trudy
wasn't saying anything.
**********
What we didn't know, and couldn't see, was that Davie was
in hiding, and was right at the centre of the action. The
door to the kitchen passed through a short passageway.
Davie lurked out there, positioned so that he could be
certain of catching a glimpse of young Suzanne every time
the dining room door opened. At the same time, Clarrie
passed him twice on each of her journeys to and fro.
She made a point of doing the trip as often as possible,
pausing briefly to rub herself against Davie each time. He
gave her breasts a rub and a squeeze, or slipped a hand up
between her hot thighs. No wonder the girl was almost
panting by the time she had cleared away the pudding dishes
and served the coffee.
"Thank you, Clarrie, that will be all", said Grandma Trudy
approvingly, and Clarrie shot out of the door, almost
undressing as she went. If we'd listened carefully, we
might have heard two sets of footsteps thundering up the
back stairs to her bedroom, which was five yards closer
than Davie's.
It had even made Tanya and me hot, just watching the
oversexed serving girl going in and out. For all we knew,
Grandma Trudy could feel the urge, too. I preferred not
even to think about the kids getting aroused by it, but
remembering what Tanya had been like at their age, there
could have been no doubt about it.
"Time to get ready for bed, soon, kids", I told them. "Off
you go and have one more game of cards, we'll see you
shortly, okay?"
"All right, Mummy. Can Clarrie kiss us goodnight tonight?"
"Well, I don't know, Clarrie's been working very hard, she
might be resting."
"She might have gone to bed", said Grandma Trudy, more
accurately, with a wink at me.
"She can't go to bed before *us*, she's a grown-up",
Victoria pouted.
"She gets up very early in the mornings, honey! But I will
ask Clarrie, and if she's asleep, I'll come and give you a
cuddle, if you're extra good."
That seemed to satisfy them.
"She'll be in bed all right, but maybe not her own!"
Grandma Trudy whispered as soon as the kids had gone.
Tanya looked puzzled. "You mean she's gone out on a date?
She's only been gone five minutes and she won't have had
time to get bathed and changed."
"She won't have gone anywhere, no. And knowing young
Clarrie, she won't be too bothered about a bath first. No,
and I think you won't find young Davie anywhere at the
moment, either!"
"Davie?" I asked her.
Tanya knew what I was thinking. If Davie was getting sex
lessons from Clarrie, how much of his new-found knowledge
was he passing on to Victoria and Suzanne?
"Is Davie shagging Clarrie?" Tanya asked in hushed tones.
"Shagging? Hey, I love that word. No, if anyone's
shagging anyone, it's Clarrie who's doing the shagging! I
caught them at it the other day. It's no good trying to
stop them, it wouldn't work. You can't stop Clarrie
needing sex a dozen times a day. The only danger is that
she'll wear young Davie's dick away completely before Roger
gets back! But if she's keeping him busy, he won't be so
keen on chasing after your lot. Still, it might be worth
keeping an eye on him, he's a growing boy!"
**********
At that precise moment, Davie wasn't growing, he was
shrinking; ten minutes after Clarrie, still in her maid's
outfit, mounted him just inside her bedroom door. They had
never even made it as far as the bed, although while the
boy was still recovering, Clarrie lugged him to his feet
and heaved him on to the well-worn mattress. Then, finding
herself with a few minutes of enforced free time, she
undressed, leaving her uniform in a dank pile on the floor.
She stood, looking down at Davie, who was still panting
like an exhausted dog. She massaged her breasts, looking
critically at the marks left by the bra. Her nipples
pointed at Davie like fingers of accusation. She reached
down between her legs and stroked herself with her fingers,
up and down, up and down; then wiped the moisture on the
outside of her thighs. Slowly, as he looked up at her,
Davie found himself becoming a new man.
Clarrie had that effect on people. She never failed to
surprise Sir Roger, even at his advanced years. The old
boy could still give his Trudy a good seeing-to when
necessary, but Clarrie was different. He had told her so,
in one of the many long pauses in their love-making. Davie
was quicker, and more frequent, whereas Sir Roger made it
last half the night and only did it once. It takes all
sorts, thought Clarrie, philosophically.
**********
Grandma Trudy poured the last of the coffee into our cups.
"That's just about all there was to it. As I say, I met
Roger and we were married, then we arrived in this country,
and I met his folks. I was scared, of course."
"What were they like?" Tanya stirred her cup, even this
little movement causing ripples in the soft swells of her
upper breasts. "I mean, we've seen these photos, but they
don't show much."
"No, they don't", Grandma Trudy agreed, turning the pages
of the album. "It's as if whoever took the pictures didn't
want to show too much of Mrs Pym's figure! And there was
certainly a lot of it to show. Look at this one."
The photo was taken on a beach, and showed Sir Roger's
mother in a bathing suit. Apart from the fact that her
bust measurement seemed to be at least twice as big as her
hips, it was difficult to see much detail. The shot was
blurred. Infuriatingly blurred!
"I wish you could see more, but these are all the
photographs we have. Roger had told me when we first met
that his mother was much bigger in the bust than me. To be
frank, I hardly believed him, but when I saw her, I
realised he was right. Those things were enormous!"
"She was bigger than you, yet you had a sixty-something
inch bust?"
"Sixty-four, honey, but she made me look as if I was going
instead of coming. Looking at you, Tanya, I can see where
you get your boobs from. She was as big as you. Oh, yes,
she was middle aged by then, but if she was as busty when
she was younger, she must have been staggering to look at.
As you are, darling! Hey, I just thought of something."
We sat forward, intently. When Grandma Trudy said
something like this, it seemed it was always something
spectacular!
"You know how when I was staying with Tim and Martha in
Missouri, and we looked through that old chest in the attic
...? Roger has some boxes in the spare room, and he said
they were old things of his mother's. I have never looked
through them, but he wouldn't mind, I'm sure. After we've
seen Judy Thresher tomorrow, why don't we take a look in
the spare room? There might be some interesting things in
there!"
It sounded like the best idea we'd heard for some time.
All girls love a dressing-up box. But a dressing-up box
full of clothes which would fit someone with tits the size
of Tanya would be a rarity indeed.
"Yes, please, Gran!" breathed Tanya.
"All right! Now, let's round up these kids and get them
tucked up for the night."
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