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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 13
Date: Mon, 06 Feb 2006 13:21:24 -0800
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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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