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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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