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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 11
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 11:- Still Growing Girls
"We've been here, what is it? A week?" Tanya lounged beside the pool,
licking at an ice cream.
"Nearly ten days", I told her. "Time certainly flies ..."
"...when you're enjoying yourself! Well, those girls are certainly
enjoying themselves. They must be eating their own weight in cream
cakes every day. Look at them!"
I already had been. My Victoria and Pansy, topless as usual, were
cavorting on the other side of the pool. They seemed so much bigger
than when we'd arrived. You could actually see how much they'd grown.
Victoria was bigger all over, breasts, waist and hips. Her thighs were
heavier. Pansy, too, must have been three or four inches bigger round
the waist, in only nine days! As for Suzanne, words failed me. The
child had certainly added a few pounds, but it was all on her bust,
all of it!
"We can't stop them eating", said Tanya, shaking her head at the sight
of her daughter. "They're going to have to get some new clothes, I'm
afraid. Underwear, too, and we all know how much of a problem that is
for them. I'd have seen Mrs Cooper before we came, but who would have
thought they'd get as big as this?"
"We don't have a Mrs Cooper round here, though, do we? I wonder if
Grandma Trudy knows anyone?"
"I would imagine she would", Tanya laughed. If she doesn't, I can't
imagine who does!"
**********
She did, of course. "I'll get Clarrie to give Sandy a call, and we'll
see what they need, honey", said Grandma Trudy, "Sandy does all our
bras; and our dresses, too, when we need something a little special.
That's Amy and Clarrie, as well as me. We're what you'd call a valued
customer, and I can't wait 'til Sandy sees these kids!"
And we were all sitting around the garden next morning when an
open-topped lilac sports car scrunched down the drive.
"Bloody hell", Tanya breathed, who's *this*?"
*This* was a gorgeous hunk of man in a lilac suit, exactly matching
the car. He was mincing delicately over the close-clipped grass,
carrying a small case. As he came closer, he took off his wrap-around
dichroic blue sunglasses and ran a long-fingered hand through his
thick blond quiff.
Grandma Trudy came out of the house at that moment. "Girls, I'd like
you to meet Sandy!"
"Sandy?" Tanya's jaw had dropped as she looked from Trudy to the hunky
vision who now towered above her.
"Sandy", I confirmed. "Or possibly Alexander?"
"Alexander it is", he said, lisping only very slightly. "My Sunday
name. Sandy to my best friends."
"Sandy is a jewel", said Grandma Trudy. "The most nimble set of
fingers with a needle outside London. Did Clarrie explain the
problem", she asked him.
"All she'd say was that you wanted some new brassieres. She didn't
mention a problem at all."
"Well, it's not a problem as such. We just have a few little girls who
need new bras, is all!"
Sandy shrugged and smiled. If Madam wanted to pay top prices for bras
for little girls, that was all right by him. The big American woman
was laughing.
"Not *little*, I got the wrong word, there. Let's just call them
'young' girls."
I could see the girls inside the house, looking curiously out through
the patio doors. I waved to them, relieved to see that they weren't
dressed for swimming, or undressed, to be more precise. They wore
their shorts and extra large T-shirts. They came over, and stood in a
row, gazing at Sandy curiously. He looked back at them, his expression
faltering for the first time.
"I think I see what you mean, Mrs Pym", he said, shaking his head.
"Can you do anything for them?" Tanya asked.
Sandy was slowly recovering his composure. "Oh, I'm sure I can do
something."
"Bras and swimsuits, Sandy", said Grandma Trudy firmly, although Tanya
and I both opened our mouths to protest. "They've been eating rather
too well this last week, I'm afraid!"
And Sandy sat down, opened his case and produced a tape measure. The
girls were well used to Mrs Cooper, but not to a man measuring them,
even a man like Sandy, who seemed to them to be more like a woman than
most women.
"He was nice", said Pansy after Sandy had driven away. "When is he
coming back with our new bras and bikinis? I can't wait.
Pansy *couldn't* wait. To my shame, when she had lifted her T-shirt
for Sandy to get the tape around her, I could see that her shorts
wouldn't meet around her waist, by about four inches. A little roll of
fat swelled over the top of them. Even Victoria, who was tall enough
to carry the extra weight a little better, had obviously put on about
three inches around her waist, and at least an inch on her womanly
hips. But if I felt ashamed at my girls' expansion, Tanya shook her
head in disbelief whan Suzanne's turn came to be measured.
Suzanne's bust had swelled by something like three inches. It was
obvious because she was wearing her best bra under her T-shirt, and it
took her and her blushing mother quite a struggle to get it off. Her
boobs were practically exploding out of it.
**********
We realised how much the girls had increased in size the very next
day, when Sandy brought along a whole picnic hamper full of new bras
and clothes for them. Outside by the pool, the kids paraded round in
their new bras, before squeezing themselves into bikinis which made me
feel a little uneasy, just looking at them. At least, as Tanya
whispered to me, you have to admit it's better than having them
running around in just their panties. Which was certainly one way of
looking at it.
"Can we go for a walk after lunch, Mummy?" Suzanne stood in front of
Tanya, her hands clasped behind her back, twisting herself from side
to side and pouting slightly. "We won't fall in the river again."
Clever girl, getting her answers in before Tanya had even asked the
question. Suzanne followed up her advantage.
"If we were to wear our new swimsuits under our tops, it wouldn't
matter even if we did fall in, would it?" Excellent argument, Suzanne,
I thought, get out of that one, Sis! She didn't.
"You behave yourselves, then, understand?"
"Ooooh, we will, Mummy. Can Clarrie come with us, to make sure we're
good?"
"Well, I suppose so, if she's free", said Tanya, surprised.
Clarrie was free, as it turned out. So was Davie, naturally.
**********
Davie had watched the whole thing from upstairs. Realising he couldn't
see the pool from his own bedroom window, he had slipped along the
passageway to Clarrie's room. From the maid's window, he had been able
to see the girls trying on their bras and bikini tops.
And once Sandy had driven away, the girls slipped into their new
bikinis and plunged into the pool, their breasts bouncing. They looked
even bigger now, he thought. Bloody hell, even little Pansy looked
good enough to ...
His lewd thoughts were punctuated in no uncertain manner.
"So this is where you get to when I'm downstairs, hard at work!"
Clarrie crept up behind him and flung her arms round his waist.
"Ooooh! That's not the only hard thing round here, either! Come on,
lover, get your gear off and lie down on Clarrie's little bed."
Davie had no choice in the matter. She manhandled him to her bed and
tipped him on to his back. The sheets and pillows smelled powerfully
of Clarrie. Davie's erection throbbed afresh and Clarrie wasted no
time. No time to take her panties off, she slipped them aside and
lowered herself on to the boy. It was as if she'd never been away, he
thought, he had hardly recovered from last night's efforts.
"Just a quickie, lover", Clarrie whispered, bending to whisper wetly
in his ear. "I've got to start getting lunch ready." And the teenager
briskly pleasured herself on Davie's rigid column. "There you go", she
said happily, dismounting and tugging her panties back into position,
where they immediately became soaked and transparent with leaking
juices. "See you later", she said, waving her fingers as she darted
out of the door.
**********
Davie hadn't really recovered when the gong sounded for lunch. He went
downstairs slowly and painfully, remembering not to clutch at his
aching balls as he entered the kitchen.
"You can go for a walk with Clarrie and the girls this afternoon",
Maisie told him. "But no falling in the water this time, all right?"
At least it would get him away from the bedroom, so he wouldn't be
grabbed and used again by the insatiable Clarrie. A whole afternoon
without being fucked loomed ahead of him, and he brightened visibly. A
whole afternoon getting close to those delicious young girls in their
new bikinis. He could see them out on the patio now, and began to get
hard again.
Clarrie noticed. How did she do it, could she smell an erection at
ninety paces, he wondered. The girl found an excuse to pass through
the confined space between him and the table, and she pressed her
soft, warm and generous bottom against him, rubbing up and down for a
few moments. She moved away half a second before Maisie turned round.
The housekeeper looked at the lovers suspiciously, but saw nothing
incriminating going on.
"Here y'are, Davie, love, get this down you, then you can go and
change into something respectable for the afternoon. I don't know,
those clothes look as if you slept in them!"
**********
They walked along through the long grass beside the river. Davie
swished at the tops of the cow parsley with a stick. Clarrie had gone
on ahead with Pansy and Daniel. Victoria and Suzanne had fallen into
their usual positions, one on each side of Davie. They both pressed
against him, and he gazed from one to the other in amazement. Both
wore T-shirts over their bikini bras and to the boy's fevered
imagination, the girls' tits seemed to be swelling before his eyes.
"We're wearing our new bikinis, Davie", Suzanne told him, in case he
hadn't noticed. "Look", she said, cupping her breasts and offering
them to him like a sacrifice. He had to look away. It didn't help.
"We'd all grown so much this week", Victoria said. "It's Nana Trudy's
food. All those cakes and things! We're getting huge!"
"Mummy said it's all going straight to my boobies!" Suzanne confided,
loudly. "I sneaked a look at the tape measure when that man Sandy was
measuring me. It said I was forty-five inches! That's five inches
bigger than Victoria", she said, completely without malice.
Davie was finding walking more and more difficult. He tried to
rearrange the contents of his shorts, to Victoria's interest.
"Golly, Davie, are you getting a hard-on again? Is it because of us
talking about our boobies? Is that what's making your thingie all
hard, Davie?"
"Why should that make him hard, Victoria?" Suzanne asked, bemusedly.
"We're only talking, not sitting on his face."
"Nor eating kippers", added Victoria, who was by now fully convinced
of the aphrodisiac properties of smoked herrings.
Davie shook his head. These two were really weird, he thought. Always
going on about sitting on people's faces and eating kippers. Perhaps
there was something in what Victoria said. He would have to ask
Clarrie if she could bring some kippers from the kitchen next time
they did it. The thought of doing it made his cock feel tired, and it
slumped a few degrees. Surreptitiously, he tucked it into a more
comfortable position. To his horror, he felt a small hand helping him.
"Let me do that", Suzanne giggled, "there, is that better? It's not so
hard now, should we talk about our boobies and make it hard again,
Davie?" Both girls looked up innocently into his face.
"No", he croaked, stopping and sinking to the ground on his stomach.
"Look", he pointed desperately into the water. "There's a fish!"
"Is it a kipper?" whispered Victoria, enthralled.
"I don't think so", said Suzanne. "That one's silver, kippers are
brown."
"And you can't smell it, either", Victoria said with more certainty.
"If it was a kipper, you'd be able to smell it from here."
Davie, meanwhile, had slipped his hand gently into the water. The
girls fell silent, watching him, as he slid it closer and closer to
the fish, pausing for seconds at a time. Breathlessly, they looked on
as he gently slipped his hand beneath the fish's belly.
"He's tickling it", whispered Suzanne, enthralled, bending closer.
"What for?" Victoria wanted to know. Then she found out, as Davie's
hand came out of the water, the little fish resting on his palm,
suddenly wriggling in his grasp as it realised its fatal mistake.
Suzanne threw up her hands in delight just as the fish escaped and
dived neatly into the girl's yawning cleavage.
"Aaaaaaagh! Gerroff!" Suzanne leaped to her feet and clutched at her
bosom, plucking the shirt away from herself. The fish refused to lie
still, twitching between the plump spheres of her breasts. Suzanne
capered around, trying to reach down her neck, but there wasn't really
enough room in her bodice for her hands as well as everything else
that was in there. The fish was lodged head first in the front of her
bikini bra, and it was panicking. So was Suzanne. Inevitably, as she
hopped around, she got closer to the river's edge.
"Look out, Suze!" shouted Victoria. Too late. For the second time in a
just over a week, Suzanne went head over heels into the water, closely
followed, as usual, by Davie. They sploshed around as Victoria
screamed, bringing Clarrie, Pansy and Daniel running to the scene.
They clambered out to safety.
The fish had escaped.
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