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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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