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Subject: story: "GROWN-UP GIRLS" Part II, Chapter 5: Trudy's Tale
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Part II, Chapter 5: Trudy's Tale
The girls had drifted off and gone back in the pool. We
persuaded Amy to come for a swim as well, and in no time we
were all shrieking and splashing around in the cool water.
Amy still couldn't take in the sight of the youngsters,
with their outrageous development. She kept staring at
them, and eventually she came and sat next to me on the
edge of the pool, dangling our toes in the water.
"It's funny, you know", she said, "I shouldn't feel this
way, but those kids with their big titties makes me feel
all gooey inside! Don't get me wrong, you being their
mother and all, but you know what I mean?"
"I know exactly what you mean. They look like little
women, yet they're just kids. Coming down here this
morning, they were asking every five minutes, 'are we
nearly there, yet?' And they have to put up with a lot of
shit from the other girls at school. Especially young
Suzanne."
"I can imagine", Amy said. "I was nothing like the size of
them at their age, yet the other girls made my life misery
when these things started to grow. Trouble was, I know
they were jealous, yet I hated my tits so much, I couldn't
see why the others *should* be jealous, you know? They
were welcome to them, if they wanted them!"
"It's doing them good, anyway, getting off school early.
Look at them, I haven't seen them so relaxed and happy for
months."
They had all leapt out of the pool and streamed off across
the garden in a weaving line at top speed. It all went
quiet as they ran off into the distance. From the house,
there was the sound of a distant crash.
"What was that?" I said.
"Don't know, Maisie must have dropped the dinner in the
kitchen."
**********
Clarrie was in trouble.
Maisie came into the kitchen to see how the teenager was
progressing with the sandwiches for teatime. She found the
girl had hardly started, she had only just started
buttering the bread.
"Have you taken the salmon out of the fridge, Clarrie?"
Maisie asked.
"Not yet, I'm still doing the butter."
"Funny, I thought I could smell it! Wait a minute, girl!
That's *you*! What have you been up to? Even when Sir
Roger's away, you still manage to stink of sex!"
Clarrie blushed and stammered, but Maisie stepped closer
and whisked the girl's skirt up.
"You filthy slut! No panties again. And juice running
down your fat legs! I suppose you've been playing with
that bloody vibrator of your again. Get out! Have a
shower and get your big whore's arsehole back down here in
ten minutes! Move!"
Clarrie fled, sobbing, her huge tits bouncing as she
scampered out of the kitchen and up the back stairs to the
servants' bathroom.
At least, when she presented herself to Maisie fifteen
minutes later, she was a little fresher, although her
bottom was still much the same size as before.
"Show me!" Maisie insisted.
Clarrie pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal relatively
clean white panties.
"Right, get on with those sandwiches. A right good
spanking's what you deserve, girl."
Clarrie smiled to herself. That was the nicest thing
Maisie had said to her all day.
**********
"Tanya, honey, come and sit next to your Grandma." Tanya
grinned at Grandma Trudy and sat beside her at the table.
I perched on the bench on her other side. Our children
gathered round. "Help yourselves, now, don't stand around
letting these sandwiches get cold. Salmon and cucumber?
Here you are, Suzanne, can't you reach?" Suzanne was
struggling to reach across the table, her breasts were
dangerously close to destroying a most impressive cream
cake. Grandma Trudy took the girl's plate and loaded it up
with food. "That enough? You're a growing girl, you
know!"
Suzanne knew. We all knew.
The kids tucked in with a vengeance, clearing all the
sandwiches in record time, and making massive inroads into
the cakes.
"They seem to have quite an appetite, must be all this
fresh air and exercise", said Tanya, shaking her head as
Suzanne wolfed an enormous hunk of cream cake. There was
chocolate smeared all over her face and a dollop of cream
had fallen into her cleavage. Pansy reached across and
scooped it out.
"That's mine", squealed the aggrieved girl, and made a grab
for the cream. Too late, it was already disappearing into
Pansy's mouth. Suzanne stuffed the last of her cake into
her mouth and went in search of more.
"You'll burst, child!" Tanya wailed in despair. "You must
think we never feed them at home, Gran."
"I was beginning to wonder, honey. Never mind, they'll get
enough activity in the next few weeks. They'll burn it all
up."
As the children finally drifted away from the table, still
squabbling good-naturedly; Tanya sat forward, resting her
mountainous bust on the table with a little sigh. Grandma
Trudy watched her with a smile. "That's right, Tanya, take
the weight off your back. I know just how it feels,
carrying that lot around. You're a lot bigger than me,
now, but when I was just a kid, like I told you, mine were
pretty huge."
"Maybe you can explain to the kids, sometime, Gran. Show
them your old photos, perhaps", suggested Tanya. "They'd
appreciate knowing that they're not just freaks."
"Freaks, hey? Is that what they're calling them? Well,
isn't it true? I was a freak, sure. So are you two, Tanya
especially. But it's just Mother Nature having her bit of
fun. There's nothing wrong with us, and nothing wrong with
Suzanne, either. But I will; tomorrow, I'll have a word
with them."
We sat in silence for a while. Mum and Amy were strolling
in the distance, beyond the pool. The children had started
their ball game again. Grandma Trudy took a deep breath.
"You know, earlier, when I said I didn't want to talk about
... when I was a kid? I think I ought to tell you. It's
hurtful to tell it, but you ought to know."
"Gran, not if it's painful. Not now. Later, perhaps", I
tried to tell her.
"It had better be now, while I'm in the mood! Listen!"
She put her arms out as if to embrace the two of us.
"I was six, when my titties started to grow. How about
you?"
"Gosh, I was nearly nine", said Tanya.
"Thirteen!" I laughed.
"How about the kids?"
"Suzanne was the earliest, she wasn't even six when hers
started coming", I said, and Grandma Trudy shook her head
in disbelief.
"Like I say, I was six. And they just ballooned, you know?
Eight, nine years old, and they were a C cup. Then when I
started the fourth grade, you know what that is?" We both
nodded, not wanting to interrupt her, and she continued.
"The day I started in the fourth grade, I was a forty-four!
That was August, September. By Christmas, I was up to
forty-seven inches."
She laughed. "And I was still growing. At least, by then,
I was ten years old! And they just got bigger and bigger.
But you know, I remembered nothing of this. My brother,
Tim, told me everything, and gradually it all came back.
Everything. How when I got to my eleventh birthday, our
mother measured me, and I was fifty-six inches round the
bust!"
"I can laugh at it now, but I was so huge, I could hardly
walk, never mind run around. I had to have my bras
hand-made. It meant a bus-ride to see the bra-lady. Every
time I got too big for my bra, and that was pretty often, I
can tell you. But then I went to the doctor, and he sent
me away to another doctor, in Chicago, and they looked at
me, and they said there's nothing wrong. 'Perfectly
normal, Mrs Morris', they told Mom! Oh, yeah?"
"That's what they said to me, too", said Tanya, "when *I*
was eleven."
"They told me to go home and wait till I was nineteen, then
they could make them smaller. Well, no way could we wait
that long. Mom told them I'd need a wheelbarrow for them
long before that! Anyways, I had to stop going to school
because of the rude comments from the other kids. And the
teachers, too, they were just as bad. Well, we lived on a
farm, and once I got away from that school, I worked on the
farm, and I did my schooling at home. Of course, these
things kept right on growing. I don't know how big they
ended up; we only had a five-foot tape at home! I know
that I had to be measured for a new blouse, it was before I
was twelve, during the summer, and I was sixty-three inches
then! But they didn't stop growing."
Tanya's mouth was open as she gazed at Grandma Trudy. I
realised, at last, she had found another woman who had been
as big as her when she was younger. "Go on", she
whispered, realising that Gran had stopped.
"It gets difficult now, honey. Be patient with me. I went
back to school. Eighteen months I'd been away, and my
boobs was twice as big as when I'd left. But then, I used
to finish my homework and my chores, and I used to get away
from the farm. There was this little place that only I
knew about, and I used to go and sit there all on my own.
Played with myself, I can tell you, now ..."
I looked at Tanya, and she looked at me, embarrassed for
Grandma Trudy.
"... then there was this man. This Luke O'Hara. I can
still remember his name. He wasn't away at the war, like
the real men. I dunno how he got away with it. But he ...
he took me, down there in my secret little hiding place.
And he raped me ..."
Her voice tailed off. For a long time we all sat in
silence. Grandma Trudy fumbled around, looking for her
handkerchief. Tanya pulled hers out, pressed it into her
hand.
"Thank you, honey. That was it, really. I stopped eating,
Tim says. And in next to no time, I was skinny as a rake.
You'd never believe it. We had to leave the farm, and we
moved away. Quite suddenly. I found out why, later. Much
later."
Grandma Trudy sighed and shivered. "It's turned quite
chilly", she said, with an effort. "Could we continue
tomorrow, would you mind? Hey, I got past the worst part.
The rest of it is easy-peasy. Let's round up this family
of yours!"
**********
Still grounded, and still under house arrest in his room,
Davie heard the family being rounded up and taken to their
rooms on the floor below. He wondered who the woman had
been, the topless woman by the pool. For that matter, who
had been the little girl. She must have been fifteen or
more, with titties like hers. If they were here for a
while, maybe he'd get to know her a bit better. Just as he
had come to know Clarrie a lot better this afternoon.
Sweat broke out on his forehead at the memory. He licked
his lips and could still taste Clarrie on them. He gently
grasped his cock and it hardened in his hand. Within
seconds, he was jerking and thrusting, his bed rocking
violently, the headboard banging against the wall.
He stopped at last, looking stupidly at the little pool of
milky-white juice on the bedspread. As he searched for a
tissue, the thought came to him that if Clarrie had been
here, she would have lapped it up for him.
**********
Clarrie wasn't there, but she knew exactly what Davie was
doing. She was helping the girls to get their bags
unpacked in their rooms. Suzanne and Pansy were sharing
the room directly beneath Davie's, with Victoria next door
on her own.
"What's that noise?" asked Suzanne, looking fearfully up
at the ceiling as Davie's bed went into orbit above their
heads.
"Is it a ghost?" whimpered Pansy.
"That's just the plumbing", said Clarrie, "it's an old
house. It's not haunted, don't worry." Clarrie watched
Suzanne closely. The kid's tits were enormous, she
thought. If Davie gets a look at her, I'll be out. O-U-T!
"I'll leave you now, to get ready for bed. If you need
anything, the bathroom's that way, down the landing."
"Where do *you* sleep, Clarrie?" Pansy asked.
"Up there." Clarrie jerked her thumb. "Above Victoria's
room. So no noise, understand. I have to be up early in
the morning, to collect the eggs."
"Can we help you collect the eggs, Clarrie?" said Suzanne.
"You think you can get up at half past five?" the teenager
asked. "Okay. Not tomorrow, though. We've got weeks and
weeks ..."
"... and weeks and weeks ..." said Pansy.
"... and weeks!" finished Suzanne. "Night-night,
Clarrie!"
"Night, sweetheart. Night, Pansy." The girls turned their
faces up to kiss Clarrie, then snuggled down under their
soft duvets.
"I like Clarrie", said Pansy, after the door had closed.
"So do I, said Suzanne. She tastes nice!"
**********
By then, Clarrie was already pushing open Davie's door and
creeping into his room. The boy started in alarm, screwing
up a tissue and stuffing it into the waste bin. "You
scared me, creeping in like that!" he accused.
"Not as much as if I'd crept in ten minutes ago, you horny
little bugger. You were shaking the whole house with your
wanking!"
Davie went scarlet, and lowered his head, not daring to
look Clarrie in the face. He felt her soft hand on his
back again, and she took his shoulder and slowly turned his
face up to hers. "C'mere, sexy, I've been thinking of you
ever since this afternoon!" And she planted her soft lips
on his mouth. The kiss went on for several minutes, by
which time Davie was rock hard and panting for Clarrie.
Clarrie was almost foaming with her desire to be fucked,
properly, this time. This was going to be lesson number
two for young Davie. She whispered to him.
"Go to the bathroom, do whatever you do at bedtime, then
come back here and wait for me. I've got a few things to
do, but I'll be here at nine-thirty on the dot. Don't
start without me, okay?" and she gave a gentle squeeze of
his mighty throbbing cock that nearly sent him over the
edge.
He could still taste Clarrie's tongue. Surely it didn't
still taste of cum after all these hours.
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