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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 2
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 2:- Grandma Trudy
Thinking back again to that bathnight of Suzanne's, I can still
feeling the fluttery sensation I had in my stomach and pussy when I
first saw Suzanne's development. It was similar to the feeling I had
when Tanya's breasts were beginning to really grow. I remembered how I
stole her bra one night, and stuffed the cups with water-filled
balloons. And she caught me strutting round my bedroom in her new
clothes. I was mortified at the time, but from then on, Tanya and I
developed a very special relationship, which has become stronger as we
have grown older.
Tanya said she looked at my face while she was rinsing the soap off
little Suzanne's puffy breasts, and she knew what I was feeling. I'm
sure she knew how wet I was, too. Those days of borrowing Tanya's bras
and playing nasty games with her panties are long gone, although we
still have a shame-faced laugh about them from time to time. It would
take a pair of heavy-duty weather balloons to fill my sister's bra
cups now!
After that first sight of Suzanne's little boobies, I took every
opportunity to see Tanya and her daughter, and I was not disappointed
by the child's development. She had her first bra when she was six and
a half! You can't walk into a shop holding a six-year-old by the hand
and say to the assistant, 'my little girl needs a bra'. Well, you
*could*, but they just don't make them that size. So Tanya took her
straight to the woman who makes all our bras, Mrs Cooper, and showed
Suzanne to her. Mrs Cooper wasn't easily shocked, having known our
family for the best part of ten years, but she was quite prepared to
made an exception in little Suzanne's case. Shocked? That wasn't the
word for it!
Well, when she recovered, Mrs Cooper had to admit that Suzanne
certainly needed support. Her breasts were already heavy enough to
droop slightly under their own weight. But she said there was no point
in making a bra for her; knowing our family's history, it would be too
small in a month or two. So she fished out a B-cup, one with the
smallest body-band she could find, and put it around Suzanne's chest,
then took a few measurements. She ended up taking six inches out of
the back and sides of the bra. The cups were snug, but not too tight.
Suzanne was over the moon! A real woman's bra, at only six.
Mrs Cooper was right about Suzanne needing a new bra in a couple of
months. Just as Tanya had done, the girl developed steadily. She took
her to the doctor, the same one who had taken such a close interest in
Tanya's development. It nearly put a permanent end to his career when
the two of them walked into his surgery! (We heard later he'd had to
go into hospital with a heart problem. I think he's a bit better now.)
When they called again two weeks later, the new doctor was a young
woman, whose eyes nearly popped out when she saw Tanya for the first
time, and the tiny, slim seven-year-old girl with what was by then
probably a C-cup bust!
The child's breasts continued to grow, and became heavier and heavier.
They certainly kept Mrs Cooper busy! She stopped modifying existing
bras, and made her a new custom-built one every two months; each time
a tiny bit bigger in the body, and quite a lot bigger in the cups. The
shoulder straps became wider. There were more hooks.
A kid can't grow up looking like that without attracting attention at
school. Victoria and Pansy were the victims of catcalls and jeers from
their classmates. Victoria, fortunately, was big enough to take care
of herself, and Pansy as well. After receiving summary punishment from
Victoria, most of the kids learned their lesson, and confined their
remarks to those occasions when they were well out of range of
Victoria's dangerous right hook. (I'm sorry if that qualifies as
gratuitous violence, but girls will be girls.)
Suzanne, though, wasn't so lucky. Living with our Mum and Dad, she
went to a different school from my two. And the hassle she got was far
worse. Tanya said most days she came home from school in tears after
another barrage of cruel and foul-mouthed abuse, in school, and on the
bus home. She could have been perfectly happy with her body; her own
mother had probably some of the biggest breasts in existence, and
*she* was happy with hers! Suzanne simply couldn't understand how
other girls and boys could be so ignorant.
Things came to a head, eventually. One day, Tanya phoned me in tears.
It was so unlike her. She's the strong one in our family.
"Suzanne says she doesn't want to go to that nasty school any more! I
don't know what to do. I can't keep her at home."
"Why not send her to the one over here, my two are all right there. At
least, they are now Victoria's sorted them out!"
"It's ten miles, Sis. There's no bus at the right time, no school bus,
it's impossible." Tanya can't drive, for obvious reasons. I can,
having found a car with enough room for my tits behind the wheel (or
rather, below it), but it's not comfortable for long distances. "I
wish she was old enough for St Cat's. The twins were happy there, and
they were pretty big."
"If I remember, there were some other big girls at St Cat's, too,
weren't there. At the same time as the twins?"
Tanya laughed, remembering. "That's right. A whole bunch of them. I
met them when they were making a film for some holiday project. They
thought it was a bug they all picked up there. Imagine, a titty-bug!
It never was explained, as far as I know. Still, this doesn't solve
the problem of Suzanne."
"How about a private tutor, for a couple of years? St Cat's might take
her after that if she was up to scratch with her school work, she'd be
ten, near enough."
"Money, sis! It's all I can do to keep the kid in bras, let alone
having a private tutor in. Great idea, though! Maybe when we win the
lottery ..."
**********
It was Grandma Trudy who changed everything. Although she didn't know
it at the time.
I called in on Mum and Dad and Tanya one afternoon after school. I had
my three kids with me and they all went out into the garden to play
with Suzanne. They were playing some game involving a bat and ball and
ludicrously complex rules that had to be explained every two or three
minutes. It kept them happy. Mum and Dad were watching them, trying to
make sense of the rules, but failing absolutely.
Tanya was indoors, draped across an armchair and talking on the phone;
wearing a skimpy top and tiny shorts, she looked almost unimagineable.
All bare brown legs and arms and long hair and acres of cleavage! She
grinned up at me and waved her fingers, setting several yards of
breast in motion. It was like that tortoiseshell butterfly that flaps
his wings in Buckinghamshire and sets off a typhoon in the Pacific. I
still couldn't really believe the way my sister looked, even when I
was standing there looking right at her. After a while, she put the
phone down with a husky 'Baaiieeee!', and said, "Hi, Sis!"
"Hi, big sister!" The phone rang again immediately.
Mum hurried in, "Give us a bit of peace! It hasn't stopped ringing all
day. Get it Tan, darling."
A moment later, Tanya tossed the phone over to Mum. "For you, this
time. Some woman!"
We carried on our conversation while Mum started asking all sorts of
questions into the phone. "Who? What? Mother? MOTHER!"
We stopped and listened. Mum's mother? Grandma Trudy? The phone
conversation went on and on, and though we strained to hear, we only
got one side of it. But whatever it was about, Mum was getting more
and more excited. Finally, she signalled frantically for a pen, then
wrote a number down, before signing off in a flurry of kisses and
goodbyes. We stared at her, eager for the news.
"My mother! Calling from Herefordshire", as if that were on the other
side of the Universe. For all I knew, it might have been. "She wants
to see us all!"
"See us all?" why did we have to sound like a Greek chorus?
Mum explained it all. Grandad Pym was going to be out of the country
for a month. Something to do with his old job, Grandma Trudy had said.
He had retired, officially, but he had received a top-secret call:,
something about a crisis in the Balkans. (That was a pretty well-kept
top secret, I thought, Grandma's just told us all about it).
Anyway, Grandma Trudy was going to be on the lonely side for a whole
month. She apparently had Amy, her younger daughter, the first time we
kids had ever heard of *her*, but she had a job in the town and lived
away from home. The domestic staff could look after Grandma's needs,
but it wasn't the same as having her husband about the house. Why not
give her long-lost daughter a call, she thought, it would be the ideal
opportunity for a reconciliation, and she would be able to see her
grandchildren. Wouldn't she?
Well, wouldn't she?
"When is it? I asked Mum. "The school summer holidays start in three
weeks. We could all go down together, if it wasn't too much trouble
for her."
"Two weeks' time. Surely, you could get permission for the kids to get
off school a week early. It's a very special occasion, when all's said
and done. It could almost be a once in a lifetime opportunity."
Tanya was certainly all for it. Anything which took Suzanne away from
her torment for an extra week would be more than welcome, as far as
she was concerned.
"I'll speak to the head teacher tomorrow", I said. Whatever she says,
I'll get them off school. As you say, it's once in a lifetime."
**********
And so Mum called Grandma Trudy the next day, and said she could
certainly pay her a visit, and would it be all right if her two
daughters and her four grandchildren came as well? Silly question,
really!
Dad couldn't make it, (perhaps he still wasn't sure how he would be
received by Grandma Trudy, even after all this time) but he said we
could use his car as long as I left him mine. And on a Saturday
morning two weeks later, we all piled into Dad's Renault Espace and
set off to the West. It was a lovely day, the early mist just burning
off in the warm July sun. The kids asked 'are we nearly there yet'
after the first three miles, and amused themselves trying to say 'red
Renault, yellow Renault' and counting the number of legs in the names
of the pubs we passed.
It was just as well we did have a large vehicle. When we stopped for a
fuel and comfort stop, we almost caused a terrible accident as we
locked the car and set off toward the ladies' toilet. Three women with
a combined bust measurement of something like sixteen feet,
accompanied by a little boy and three unusually busty little girls
caught the attention of a disbelieving delivery van driver who
collided with the back of a parked car. As we drove away up the road,
a small fight had just broken out.
"Why are those men fighting, Mummy", asked Suzanne. "Are we nearly
there, yet?"
**********
"Is that her?" whispered Victoria.
"I don't think so, darling", I said, "I think that must be the
housekeeper." A large woman in a flowery print dress had just come out
of the front door as we turned into the drive. The house was huge, the
biggest the children had ever seen, close up.
"It's a *palace*", said Pansy, in hushed tones. "Is Nana Trudy a
queen?"
"Sort of, yes!" I told her. "But not a real queen, not like the
Queen."
"She can't be the Queen, she's American", said Victoria, sternly.
"Americans can't be Queens. They can only be Presidents. An *they're*
all men."
"Strange", mused Pansy, who wasn't really listening. She was trying to
count the windows. "Forty-six", she said at last, without much
conviction. Suzanne, meanwhile, was picking her nose and doing
something disgusting with the proceeds. I thought you ought to know
that.
"There she is", said Mum, with a bit of a choking noise in her throat.
"That's her!" She opened the window and called out to the woman who
had come around the side of the house carrying a wicker basket and a
garden rake. "Mother? Mother! MOM!"
Grandma Trudy turned, and saw the car, and her face lit up in a huge
smile. "May! May, honey! She called. The kids nudged each other and
giggled. Grandma Trudy really *was* an American!
She dropped the basket and the rake, and set off across the
neatly-trimmed grass towards us. Mum slowly got out and stood beside
the car door for a moment as Grandma Trudy approached, then ran to
meet her. They looked, both slowly shaking their heads as if not quite
believing it, then they walked straight into each other's arms, and
stood there, hugging silently for a long, long time.
Finally, they separated, and linked arms, and walked slowly back to
the car. Grandma Trudy! I'd have recognised her from the photo albums,
she'd hardly changed at all. Well, she must have done, those pictures
were taken twenty-odd years ago, but she was still the same woman.
Tanya was gazing at her. She was fascinated to see from where she'd
inherited her special attributes! The girls, too, were certainly
impressed by Grandma Trudy's magnificent bosom! After all, they
already knew a whole lot about being big girls.
And if the girls were impressed, so was Grandma Trudy! She looked at
Mum, slim but large-breasted, then at me, then at Tanya, unable to
believe her eyes. And as Victoria and Pansy and Suzanne were
introduced and shyly shook hands, she couldn't believe them either!
She seemed relieved to be able to say hello to Daniel, at least he
didn't have big tits!
"How old did you say these kids were?" she asked in disbelief as we
set off for the house, Pansy and Suzanne holding Grandma's hands, the
others clinging to us but not taking their eyes off their fascinating
grandmother for a second. We all went round the side of the house,
where Grandma Trudy had been working on the flower-beds. The French
windows stood open, and there was a heavy oak table and chairs on the
flag-stoned patio. The house-keeper appeared as if by magic.
"Maisie! This is my long-lost family, my daughter and my grown-up
grand-children, and even my grown-up great-grand-children!" Grandma
Trudy spread her arms to encompass the whole brood. "Do you think you
could rustle up some lemonade for this lot. We'll sit and enjoy it out
here."
Maisie looked as if she'd never seen so many such grown-up people in
her life. Her eyes were almost out of their sockets as she stared at
me and Tanya, then at the girls. "Yes, maam!" she muttered, and
hurried off, looking back as if she expected us all to disappear. We
didn't.
"Now, then!" Grandma Trudy settled back in a chair, the two younger
girls attaching themselves to her, one on each side. "We've got an
awful lot to tell each other. Where should we start?"
**********
The rest of the morning flew by. We had lunch, served by Maisie and an
extraordinary young girl called Clarrie, who could easily have been
mistaken for part of our family! "She's from the village, Roger
employed her about ten seconds after she came up for an interview!
She's sixteen, going on thirty-five, you know what these village girls
are like!" (I didn't, but from Grandma Trudy's tone it was clear their
lives were one long round of eating, sleeping and sex.)
By afternoon, the sun was blazing down on the patio. Grandma Trudy
suggested cooling off. "Who wants to go swimming?" she suggested, and
the kids went wild.
"We haven't any swimsuits with us", Mum reminded us all. Grandma Trudy
laughed.
"It's pretty private round here. I don't think it would offend anyone
too much if we skinny-dipped. But I bet we could find a costume or two
about the house if you're feeling bashful." And she called Maisie.
Half an hour later, we were all ready to take to the water. Maisie had
a stretchy one-piece swimsuit that more or less fitted Mum. The maid,
Clarrie, had supplied a bikini, which I could just about squeeze
myself into, although it might be a different matter keeping it on.
The top was overflowing and I had to keep pulling the bottoms back up
every three minutes. Tanya had no hope at all of finding anything to
fit her, so she dug out one of her sleeveless tops and a pair of
panties. Grandma Trudy looked staggering in her custom-made bikini!
The girls, especially Victoria, were shy at first, until they got used
to the idea, then they stripped off to just their panties. They looked
incredible with their big breasts bouncing around!
The pool was as big as our whole garden at Mum's and Dad's place. The
kids leapt in and ploughed up and down, squealing and splashing. In
one corner of the pool was some kind of water circulating device,
pumping the water out, filtering it and pumping it back in again. It
made a sort of jet that squirted upwards under the water. Tanya
discovered it first. I noticed her floating in the corner of the pool
with a dreamy expression on her face. After a while, she splashed
across to me and said, "try that corner over there, it's amazing!" I
did, and it was!
Eventually, Grandma Trudy shouted to us to come away from that jet,
you couple of horny grand-daughters, and we felt as if we'd been
caught jacking-off. We paddled over to the other side of the pool and
Grandma Trudy laughed at us. "That's young Clarrie's favourite spot,
that corner", she said quietly so the children couldn't hear her. "It
used to be mine, too, but I could be getting kind of old for that sort
of thing now!"
At last, one by one, we crawled out of the water and lay in the sun,
drying off. We made sure the children put their tops on and told them
to sit in the shade, but in no time they were frolicking round on the
grass, playing their favourite ball game. We watched them. It was
exhausting. Suddenly, we heard a car scrunching on the gravel drive,
then footsteps came round the side of the house. Grandma Trudy looked
up. "May", she said to Mum, "It's time you met your little sister,
Amy!"
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