FOURTH FORM AT SAINT CAT'S
by Some Sort of Dog





Chapter 1:- Strip Monopoly

The bell had just sounded for the end of the lunch break. Everyone had 
five minutes to get to their afternoon classes. I dumped my sandwich box 
into my bag and stood up, brushing the wholemeal crumbs off my navy 
skirt on to the polished parquet floor. The library wasn't the healthiest 
place to eat your lunch, but when it was pissing down with rain, it was the 
best of the alternatives. And it was quieter, away from the screaming first, 
second and third-year girls.

Megan was just ahead in the corridor. With her endlessly long legs she was 
almost uncatchable. I skipped ahead to catch up with her. She looked the 
way most girls looked when they were facing a whole afternoon session of 
chemistry. With Moggie Anderson. Moggie was a scrawny old hag, 
probably *at least* thirty, who took us for chemistry every week. Today 
we had a continuation of what we had been doing last week, some nasty 
stinky stuff that had to be brewed up in the fume cupboard. Two whole 
afternoons of it, to finish off our Term Project. BORING!!! And smelly. Roll 
on next week, and the Christmas hols!

"Smegs! Smeggy, hang on!" I caught up with her and trotted alongside. 
With Megan there, things were always more bearable, the worst excesses 
of St Catherine's High School for Girls were brought down to size. I wished 
she'd slow down, though!

"Hi, Shan! I was miles away. It was next week already! In my soddin' 
dreams, it was." She had a habit of brushing her long dark hair out of her 
eyes, every few minutes. She did it again as we hurried on. Didn't want to 
be late for Moggie's class. Not detention in the last week of term. "Only 
another four days and eleven hours. I'll be glad when this stinks thing's 
finished, I could still taste it for hours after last week."

"It gets in your clothes, your hair, and everything," I agreed. "Still, no more 
after tomorrow."

"Least your hair's short. Know what I fancy tonight after we've written up 
our project stuff?"

"What?"

"Something we haven't done at all this term?"

"No, what?"

"Strip Monopoly," she said with a lecherous grin.

"Gosh, Smegs, are you feeling randy or something?"

"No more than usual. No, why not let's have a game. We'll be too busy 
tomorrow night, and then after that we'll have to start packing for home."

"Remember last time?" I said.

"Corrr, yeah! Hey, remember Nessa?" and we fell about laughing all the 
way into the chemistry lab, where Moggie told us to be quiet and display 
some decorum. But we still remembered Nessa, and the last time, and 
giggled every time we looked at each other.

Nessa was dead unlucky at Monopoly, and last time we'd played, shortly 
before the end of the Summer Term, she had hit a mega losing streak. 
Despite taking the precaution of wearing all her clothes at the start of the 
game, including her school raincoat, scarf and straw hat, she had a ghastly 
experience with hotels on Park Lane and was soon down to removing her 
earrings one by one. Then her panties finally came off, and with nothing 
else to remove except her tampon, she had overturned the board and 
stormed off to bed. Perhaps it was just as well!

It was just at that moment that Dorks had come in on her round before 
lights-out. Dorks, the scourge of the hockey field, was a muscular prefect, 
in her last year. She had a stainless steel waterproof watch that was okay 
down to at least 1000 fathoms, that she wore on the inside of her right 
wrist, which must've made it just about impossible to wind up.

They say she has a moustache, but I haven't ever been that close. 
Somebody said last week that she played cricket for the men's team in her 
local village, and she used the same dressing-room, and the showers and 
everything. They said it was in the local newspaper. There *was* a report 
of a game, but it didn't say anything at all about her sharing the showers. 
The thing that surprised me most was that her name was really spelt 
Dawkes, which was a bit of a disappointment.

Anyway, she liked to come round to see how many of us she could catch 
with our clothes off just before bedtime. But that time she caught Nessa 
was the best of all.


**********

We finished in the lab at 3 pm, and Smegs caught up with me outside. The 
rain had stopped but we still didn't take the short cut across the grass to 
our dormitory block.

"I'll speak to the others about tonight," said Megan, eagerly. "It'll be great, 
just like last time." And she went round all the other girls at dinner time, 
drumming up support for the big game. She even spoke to Sally: "Hey, Sal, 
Monopoly tonight, okay? Strip Monopoly."

"Oh, ya! Ya! It's been aeons since we last played. Will Nessa be playing?"

"After last time?"

"Well, yes, I suppose ..."

"The twins are playing!"

"Oooh, right on! Count me in. YA!" You would hardly believe some people 
actually talk like that!

The twins were suddenly popular, flavour of the month. Until the Summer 
holidays, they had been horrid little brats, but something had happened 
over the hols, and they came back totally different.
Different in so many ways, too.

The twins were Cindy and Melanie. They'd always been really pretty, and 
deeply slim, which is enough to make anyone hate them. And as if it 
wasn't enough being slim and beautiful, they had these great big titties. I 
mean, where's the justice?

But then they came back this Autumn and they were nice as pie. Not only 
that, but they weren't as skinny any more. They must have put on simply 
INCHES everywhere. Including there! Especially there! Which is why we all 
badly wanted to see them in a game of Strip Monopoly, and preferably 
losing heavily. Their tits, now, were easily, easily the BIGGEST in the whole 
school!

And apart from being nicer, and more ... more, sort of womanly, they were 
even different from EACH OTHER. Before, they had always matched, 
everything they wore, their hair, everything. Now, when Cindy wore a 
pony-tail, Melanie had her hair loose round her shoulders, or tied up. I bet 
they'd even started wearing different colour underwear.

One of the other girls said they'd both popped their cherries in a big way 
during the Summer, while they were staying with their cousins, but that 
might have been just talk, you know what girls are like.


**********

You don't want to hear about that game of Strip Monopoly, do you? How 
Nessa did play again, and lost everything. It wasn't even her time of the 
month, so that was one thing less she could remove. At least, from where I 
was sitting I couldn't see the string. But she didn't storm off to bed, she 
just sat there trying to collect her rent from Fenchurch Street Station and 
watching the twins lose as well!

Just to prove how independent they had become, Cindy started stripping 
with her shoes and socks, and worked her way up, while Melanie started 
with her hair ribbon and worked her way down. They met in the middle, 
so to speak, then after that, they gradually came to resemble each other 
more and more. Finally, you couldn't tell them apart!

Well, you could, provided you remembered that Melanie was a couple of 
inches bigger all over than Cindy. Hey, those TITS! Never in all my young 
life had I seen boobies like those four whoppers. I know we're all the same 
sex and everything, and we shouldn't get turned on by other girls' bodies, 
but I was well prepared to make an exception in the case of those twins. 
And I wasn't the only one. The atmosphere was electric, all right, but it 
was also decidedly pussyish in that dormitory, even more so than usual! 
Which is saying something. (Especially with Nessa around.)

And when Dorks came round to make sure we were all tucked up in bed, 
she found us all just sitting there. Smegs was in her blouse and her 
flowered briefs, and those legs that come all the way up to her armpits and 
reach all the way down to the ground. I was down to my 32-A and my M 
& S knickers. We were going through the motions of passing go and 
collecting 200 pounds, and silently gazing at those naked twins. Well, 
nearly naked. Cindy still wore her school tie, and Melanie had one smelly 
white ankle sock left to go.

Dorks said no more, she just came and tapped the twins on the shoulder, or 
slightly lower down, and said they were to see her the next day at 
lunchtime in the sixth form common room annexe, which is a horrid place 
to have to meet anybody, especially Dorks.


**********

They saw her, they said later, having first put on their shortest skirts and 
hoisted their boobies up almost round their necks, then they'd wiggled 
their sexy bottoms all the way through the sixth form common room into 
the annexe, where Dorks had asked them what they were doing at 
Christmas, and wouldn't they like to spend it with her and her family. 
When they'd said no, she told them to write out their vital statistics in 
longhand, one thousand times. They told us they were going to write fifty-
twenty-thirty, because it was quicker to write.

But it was probably all lies, you know what girls are.

Cindy and Melanie told us all this as Smegs and I were on our way into the 
chemistry laboratory and the twins were headed for their home economics 
class. Smegs said she thought they were lying about Dorks. She thinks 
Dorks is a little raver on the quiet. I reckon she secretly fancies her.





Chapter 2:- Disaster

I'm still not clear what happened that afternoon, the one they referred to 
in the papers as the Disaster at Saint Cat's. At first, we thought it was a 
bomb, even though it didn't go bang. Somebody said if you were close 
enough to a bomb when it went off, you didn't hear the bang, but I think 
that's an old wives' tale.

Then we thought it was a fire, and there was lots and lots of smoke, but no 
flames. It set the smoke detectors off, and the sprinkler system, which 
soaked everything, including all our project work, so later on, much later, 
they gave us marks on what they remembered us doing earlier in the 
term.

But before the bells went off and the smoke and the water, there was a 
sort of tinkling crash, that seemed to go on and on, and this SMELL spread 
through the room, and girls were screaming and falling over the tables and 
each other and we all got out as fast as we could. Then, out in the corridor, 
we all looked around for our friends.

Smegs! Where was Smegs? I screamed, "Megan, MEGAN! Smegs, where are 
you?" and tried to get back into the lab. The teachers were all trying to 
stop me; they said everybody was out of there, and tried to make me stay 
still until they'd counted us all; but I punched and kicked and bit them 
until they had to let me go. The smoke, or whatever it was, was thick and 
clingy, and mostly down near the floor, where it lay like a yellowish-white 
carpet up to about the level of my knees. It was useless trying to avoid the 
water that was still pissing down from the sprinklers and I was soaked 
through in seconds.

I found her. She had fallen down and bashed her head on the corner of the 
desk; there was blood all over the place, all over her face, and she was 
deathly white, and not moving. I pushed her and shook her, but it was no 
use. I tried to drag her wet body out but her legs, those lovely long legs, 
were sort of caught up with a stool that had fallen over, and when I tried 
to pull her out the other way, her shoe came off and I fell over backwards, 
on top of something soft ...

When I came to my senses, I was outside in the corridor. Everything was 
blurred. Every time I tried to breathe, I started coughing and choking. My 
chest felt all tight, as if something was crushing me. I could hear voices, 
but they were all echo-ey, and I could see faces, but nobody I recognised. 
And Smegs wasn't there. She was still inside, in all that smoke and water, 
and she'd bashed her head in and couldn't shout for help. She was dying. I 
tried to get up. I remember shouting, "Megan! Smegs!" but nobody took 
any notice, they were all too busy shouting orders at each other and 
running about. Then two people put their arms round me, and someone 
was stroking my neck and saying it was all right; then they laid me on a 
stretcher, and carried me out into the fresh air and the rain.

When I came round again, there were beautiful ladies in white robes 
around me. 'Ah well,' I thought, 'so this is what it's like!' and listened to see 
if I could hear any harps. Just ambulance sirens. I looked around, and I 
was in one of a row of beds. There were screens round the next bed, and a 
lot of coming and going, people wheeling trolleys, all looking serious and 
busy.

"She's coming round!" I opened my eyes again and a doctor was bending 
over me. He had cool hands. He was a dark-skinned man, Asian. He smiled 
at me. "Here's our hero, back with us! Hello, Shan. How you feeling?"

"Smegs?"

He looked puzzled, as well he might. "You're in the hospital. You had a bang 
on the head, and you've inhaled some pretty nasty gases. We're just going 
to be doing a few tests on you, but you'll be okay. Can you remember what 
happened?"

"Smegs? Where's Smeggy? Where's ... (what was her name, my friend?) ... 
where's ... Megan?"

"Ah, Megan! She's okay. She's going to be all right, thanks to you, Shan. You 
saved her life. And Miss Anderson, she's awake, too. But you sleep now. 
Sleep. Sleep."


**********

So I did, and woke up when it was dark, then again some time later. The 
screens were still round the next bed, and there were lights on down at the 
end of the long room. I remember a nurse taking my temperature. Once I 
thought I heard Megan calling for me, but when I shouted back to her, 
nobody could hear me. I think I slept again.

It must have been hours, drifting in and out of sleep. Later, they told me it 
was three days, and they were very worried about me. Megan had needed 
an emergency operation, but she was getting better. They sat me up in the 
bed, and pushed back the screens. And there, in the bed opposite, was 
Moggie Anderson. Smiling at me. Smiling, AT ME! What could I do. I smiled 
back. There was nowhere else to LOOK! Hospitals are so embarrassing.

Later, I was sitting up, and Moggie Anderson was in a chair by my bed 
telling me what had happened. Her voice was croaky, same as mine. 
Something wrong with the extractor fans, and then there was a little bang, 
more like a thump than an explosion, and the windows of the fume 
cupboards had collapsed, and all the gas had escaped into the lab. She had 
been closest, looking at Megan's work. Apparently, they had both collapsed 
and fallen to the floor, then everyone rushed out, unable to see with their 
eyes streaming, and it was only when I had fought my way back into the 
lab (I did?) and tried to rescue the two of them, that some of the staff had 
realised that there were still two people unaccounted for, and rushed in, 
opened the windows to let the gas disperse, then had found our three 
bodies under the table.

My picture had been on television, and in all the newspapers, Moggie said. 
There was going to be an official enquiry.

I still hadn't seen Smegs since the accident, and I wanted to ask Moggie, 
but she didn't mention her at all. Then there was a bit of a commotion near 
the door, and an orderly came in pushing a wheelchair. And it was Megan. 
Her face was pale, almost grey. She had bandages on her arms and legs and 
bruises on her cheek. She had a row of stitches in a cut on her head. She 
sat perfectly still, with her head tilted to one side, her hands in her lap. 
She looked exhausted. Her hair had fallen across her face and she didn't 
even have the energy to push it back.

But to me she looked great! I tried to call her name, but it didn't matter, 
she'd seen me, and the orderly didn't even try to push the chair over to 
her bed, the one that had always had the screens around. He pushed her 
straight over to mine. What could we say through the tears? What did it 
matter, Smegs was alive, and so was I!

I'll tell you what, she might secretly fancy Dorks, but I know who *I* love, 
and her name's Smeggy! But right at that moment, all I knew was that she 
was safe, and everything was going to be all right!


**********

We were allowed visitors after that. Lots of people came in from the 
school: Sally, Nessa (she smells of something, although I'm not sure what it 
is), old Dorks (who did SHE fancy, then), and even the twins! They did all 
the usual things visitors do in hospital, they sat on the beds, and mussed 
up the sheets, ate our seedless grapes and stared at all the other patients. 
"What's SHE in for?"

It made us glad when they were all gone. And it made us even happier 
when they all came back the next day.

Then they sent us home! Not even back to school, but home. My parents 
had just flown back into the country, having heard the stories of the 
disaster, and they came straight to the hospital, dreading what they might 
find. I might have been a vegetable. If I was, and I had a choice, I think I 
would be a courgette. They're so useful.

Anyway, they were able to take me home in their hired car. It was the 
first day after I had been allowed to get up and dressed. I hugged Smegs 
before we parted, and Mother gave me a hankie to dry my eyes when we 
were safely in the car. "We've asked Megan's Auntie if she can come to us 
on Christmas Eve," said Mother, "and she said yes!"

'Smegs and me, together for Christmas, O bliss!' I kissed mother on the 
cheek for that. It was still ten days away. I hoped I could live that long. 
Life was going to be so empty. But as it happened, it wasn't!





Chapter 3:- Home For Christmas

The trouble with going away to school instead of just catching the bus 
every day like most of the other girls was that you lost contact with most 
of the local talent. Seeing the boys every day meant that the local girls 
seemed more, sort of, advanced in some ways than the girls of St Cat's. 
There were plenty of other ways for us make up for it. I couldn't imagine, 
for instance, that the girls in our little village ever got together before 
bedtime and played Strip Monopoly.

And when we did come home for Summer, or Christmas, or Easter, we 
were such a change from the other girls that we were in demand. My best 
friend at home, who wasn't as best as Smegs, was called Baps, for some 
reason I never could work out. As far as I knew, a bap was a soft, flattish, 
round bread roll. She didn't live at the local baker's shop, so I couldn't see 
the connection.

I even asked some of the other girls why they called Baps Baps, and they 
looked at me as if I'd just arrived from Mars. Then they looked at my little 
flat chest and sniggered. So I was none the wiser. They couldn't, surely, call 
her Baps because her breasts looked like ... well, could they? The more I 
thought about it, and the more I looked at Baps herself, I realised it was 
probably true. I wasn't comfortable calling her Baps for a while after that. 
I tried calling her Rosie instead, which wasn't her name either, but it 
wasn't as threatening as Baps sounded to me.

I mean, until then I had simply never noticed girls' figures. If girls looked 
a particular way, that was the way they looked. They were pretty, or 
ordinary, fat or thin. It was only that last two months or so since the 
Summer holidays that I had even thought very much of girls' breasts, and 
that was partly because of the twins looking so different recently.

A day or so after I got home from the hospital, I asked my mother if it 
would be all right to go down to the village to see if my friends were 
about. She said, fine, but not to be late back because I had been very ill. So 
I put on my jeans and a sweater and got my bike out. With the local school 
not yet having broken up for Christmas, it was quiet that afternoon. There 
were a few grown-ups around who nodded and smiled at me and said' 
'hello, Shan.' I'd never know them to be so friendly. But there was nobody 
anywhere around of my own age. Then my bicycle chain came off. I could 
have put it back on myself, easily, but when I squatted down to do it, I felt 
dizzy and my eyes went all funny.

I tried again. Same result. This was stupid. I wheeled the bike to Fuller's 
Garage, where the owner was a jolly red-faced man who played golf with 
my Dad sometimes. He recognised me and came out, asked how I was 
getting on at school and things like that. I told him I had come home early 
because I had been in hospital and he said, "St Cat's, wasn't it, you were 
at?" I said it was, and he smacked his forehead with his hand and said, "of 
course, it was on telly, weren't you involved in that explosion they had?"

"It wasn't an explosion, not really, some gas escaped and some of the girls 
fell down ..."

"And another girl rescued them, and saved the life of one of the teachers, 
too. It was in the news ...! GIRL, 14, HERO IN THE SMOKE. That was you, 
wasn't it? I saw it, but I wasn't paying attention, and I never put two and 
two together. It was you, Shan!"

It sounded like an accusation. I went red, and my eyes felt funny again, 
just for a few seconds. Then he noticed my bike, and the chain, and asked 
if I wanted that fixed. "Hang on a mo," he said, and shouted through to the 
workshop, "Suggy, here and have a look at this lady's bike!" and he winked 
at me, then rushed away to talk to a man who had a noise in his car. I saw 
him pointing to me and telling the man who I was. It wasn't going to be 
like this for the rest of the hols, was it?

"Can I help you, Miss?" It was a polite voice, the sort that young mechanics 
use when they talk to members of the motoring public. Out the back, in the 
workshops, they shout, and say 'fuck' all the time, and think about sex, but 
I was a customer. He even went red. "Chain, is it?" and he picked the bike 
up, and twisted it upside down in one movement, setting it on its saddle 
and handlebars. He replaced the chain in seconds, tried it out to see if it 
worked, then produced a spanner from his pocket and adjusted things so it 
would stay on next time.

"There you go!" he said, not really looking at me, and flicked the bike back 
on to its wheels again, a magical trick that was only slightly spoiled when 
the handlebars poked him in the eye. He wiped it with his greasy hand, 
and left a black smudge on his cheek. His eye was watering, too, and he 
thought that didn't look very manly, so he fished around in his pocket for a 
handkerchief. When he found it, and took it out, it was almost black with 
dirt, and he stuffed it away again in case I should see it.

So I took my hankie out, and licked one corner, and gently held his arm 
with my hand (what was I doing?) and wiped his face for him, then I 
patted his eye to dry the tears. "There," I said, "all better!" His face was 
scarlet, and really quite nice-looking. He sort of smiled. Then I went red 
myself, and put the hankie away. "Thanks ever so much," I shouted, 
whirling the bike around and getting on. I didn't dare look back for more 
than a second, and when I did, he was talking to Mr Fuller, but still looking 
back at me.


**********

Why can I never think of the right things to say at the right time? In my 
fantasies I had bright, witty little conversations with Suggy - about sport, 
home economics, the role of women in the media - and then I invited him 
home to bed. To tell the truth, my knowledge got a bit sketchy at that 
point, and the conversation tended to be a little thin on facts. I even tried, 
in my fantasy world, to have Suggy make the suggestion, but he never got 
around to it, somehow.

In the next few days, there were plenty of opportunities to ride down to 
the village, and although my route always took me past Fuller's Garage, 
sometimes five or six times, I never saw him. Then the local schools broke 
up for the holidays, and all the kids appeared during the daytime and 
there were other things to think about. So I only thought of Suggy for 
about eight hours a day instead of ten.

Baps called for me the morning after her school holidays started. I was in 
my room, and Mother invited her in. They were talking and laughing in the 
kitchen when I came downstairs. I don't know why, but my eyes were 
drawn immediately to Baps's chest! She'd always been large-boned, and 
stocky, I suppose, but now she was a lot bigger than I remembered. I 
thought, the lucky bitch, she's getting a big pair of titties, and I bet Suggy 
will want to get off with her instead of me. Then I said, "Hello, Rosie!" and 
she gave me a big hug, and her boobs pressed against me, and I thought, 
it's nice to have friends like Baps. And Smegs.

We walked down the village, and met the other kids in Baps's gang, and 
most of them had heard about our Disaster and wanted to know all the 
details. It felt as though Baps was showing me off to her friends. When 
they weren't pumping me for information about explosions in laboratories, 
they were all talking about the Friday night social. I tried asking Baps 
what it was, but she didn't seem to hear me. But gradually, by listening, I 
discovered that the regular monthly 'social' in the village hall was going to 
be a Christmas Special this month. Instead of Bert Alladay's disco, they 
were having a big disco from the town, with all sorts of lights and stuff, 
and TWO DJ's, one of them black, and they even had a group of disco 
dancers as well. Opinions of the girls were mixed about the dancers. "What 
can they do that we can't?" one dumpy girl asked, and the whole tone of 
the discussion went downhill fast after that. I didn't join in.

A Christmas Special Disco, and I had nobody to go with. The others were all 
sort of paired off into couples, and I felt out of it. I wanted to go home and 
curl up in bed while they were all going on and on about the boys they 
were going with, and what they were going to do with them, during and 
after the event. Then it all went quiet.

Baps spoke to me. "Wake up, Shan!"

"What?" Whatever had been said, I genuinely hadn't heard.

"I said, do you know Jeremy Sugden?"

"Jeremy ... no. Who's he?"

"Surely you know ... no, I suppose with you being away all the time, you 
wouldn't know anybody. He works at the garage. Fuller's."

I was going red again. This was terrible. Everybody was looking at me, 
waiting for an answer, and I was turning red as a beetroot and not saying 
a word.

"I think she knows who we mean," crowed the dumpy girl. "I reckon she 
fancies him!" God, I hated her, and this was the first time I'd even met the 
cow!

"She doesn't even *know* the bloke, how can she fancy him?" Baps was in 
to my defence straight away. That was Baps. She didn't know *why* her 
friend Shan was embarrassed, but she would fight to the death for her at 
this moment. Oh, thank you, Rosie; thank you, Baps! With a best friend like 
that ...

"Come on, Shan," Baps took my arm. "I just remembered something my 
Mum told me to get from Mrs Duncan's. Later, you lot! Baaaaaie!" and she 
led me away like a guide dog for the blind. Or should that be the visually 
differently abled?

Round the corner, down the street to Mrs Duncan's shop, and straight past, 
to Fuller's Garage. I looked at Baps in surprise. Where was she taking me? 
We went down an alley at the side of the garage, with old bashed-in cars 
all along one side of it, and greasy, muddy puddles with rainbows of oil 
floating on top that we had to step over. An Alsatian barked, stretching its 
chain, then recognised Baps and wagged its tail in instant apology. We 
went straight around the back of the workshop, and Baps hammered on 
the big double doors. Three knocks, then two.

Inside, we could hear loud music, metallic screeching and hammering. 
Shouts and male laughter. Then a small door creaked open behind me, 
taking me by surprise as I had been watching the double doors, expecting 
them to open. A blast of hot air and noise came out as I stepped back into 
a patch of greasy mud. And Suggy stepped out, closing the door behind 
him to keep in the warmth and to shut in the smutty cat-calls that 
followed him out of the door.

Afterwards, of course, I knew what I should have said, but at the time, I 
could only say, "Hello," which sounded a bit tame. Suggy said even less. It 
might have been something like 'Hi!' Baps came right out with it.

"You're taking Shan to the social on Friday, aren't you?" she accused him. 
He looked helplessly at her, then at me. I thought he must feel as if *I* had 
planned all this just to embarrass him.

"I hadn't been thinking about going," he muttered. He was going red again, 
making two of us. Baps nudged me in the ribs. It was my turn to say 
something. Anything, as long as it wasn't just 'Hello'. Or 'Goodbye'.

"I'd like you to come ... with me, that is. If I could come with you." There, 
I'd said something, and I felt Baps's fingers grip my arm in what felt like a 
supportive gesture of warmth and praise.

"Oh, I dunno." Suggy studied the ground at his feet.

"Suggy," Baps said, firmly but not unkindly. "Just this once, yeah? For 
Christmas. And for my friend Shan. She don't know no boys from round 
the village. She ain't gonna mess you about. You can have a laugh with 
Shan, she's my best mate!"

I didn't feel much like laughing right then. There was a lump in my throat 
the size of a crab apple. But I said, "My chain has stayed on since the other 
day. Thanks, Suggy. And your eye looks better."

Suggy grinned shyly. He looked at his hands, black with grease and dirt. I 
reached out and barely touched his arm, and it stiffened, but he didn't pull 
away. "Please!" I said. "Please, Jeremy!" And he nodded. He hadn't said yes, 
but he'd nodded!

Baps gently punched him on the upper arm, and I felt the blow through his 
muscles where my fingers still rested on his greasy sleeve. "See you there, 
eight thirty. No later. Okay?" and she grabbed me by the hand and left 
Suggy standing there. I wanted to squeeze his hand and kiss his bruised 
eye, but she pulled me away. I looked back, and he gave a little wave with 
three fingers. So did I.

"You didn't tell me you two *knew* each other," Baps said sternly, as we 
dodged the puddles on the way back up the alley.

"He fixed my bike, that's all. He hurt his eye doing it. On the handlebars." 
Funny how the truth sounds ridiculous sometimes. Baps raised an eyebrow 
as she looked at me.

"Suggy's all right," she said, "but Melissa Farbrace dumped him last year, 
and he's been off girls ever since. It's a hell of a waste. I had a fight with 
Melissa about it, made her nose bleed, the little sod. He might be a bit ... 
slow, but stick with it, he'll come round."

Oh, I would stick with it, all right.

"You wanna wear my NafNaf top?"

"Oh, can I?





Chapter 4:- Social Occasion

Baps's NafNaf top didn't really fit her any more, which was why she was 
letting me wear it. She had told her Mum that she couldn't wear it because 
she was lending it to Shan, who hadn't got anything she could wear at the 
disco because she was away at boarding school all the time where they 
don't have disco's and things.

So her Mum had bought her a new top. Anything for a quiet life. Baps 
looked fantastic in it. Her titties had really grown, and I hadn't noticed it 
happening. I put her old top on and tried to imagine what I would look like 
with big tits, like Baps, or even huge ones, like one of the twins. For some 
reason, the thought made me feel funny inside. It was a nice funny feeling, 
sort of sick, but still nice, and my fingers felt sort of numb, too. I shook 
them, and even bit one of them gently, but the numbness wouldn't go 
away. There was a feeling in my nipples, too. That felt nice. I wished I 
wasn't in Baps's bedroom so I could play with them, and with my pussy, 
too. Then Baps pulled her new top off, saying she wanted to keep it nice 
for later on, and I saw her tits in her bra, and the feeling was still there, 
only more than ever.


**********

You wouldn't recognise the village hall with all the lights and the 
decorations. Not the same place where they had the jumble sales and 
Young Farmers' Whist Drives. This was a magic cave full of music and girls 
in bright colours and BOYS! It was nearly eight pm, so he wasn't due to 
arrive yet, so I hung around with Baps and her friends. Baps's gang, I 
thought of it as. Leader of the pack. There were some boys among the 
group, and a couple more arrived, so everyone was part of a couple but 
me. But Baps told them that I was expecting someone at eight-thirty, 
which explained why I was spending all the time watching the door.

Eight-thirty came, and went. Eight-thirty-five. A quarter to nine! Ten 
minutes to. I felt sick. This time it wasn't the nice sick feeling from earlier 
on, it was an empty feeling. My face was hot. I could feel myself going red, 
and the tears starting, and I could hardly swallow, and I had to get away. 
"Toilet," I said to Baps, in a croak, then rushed away before she could come 
with me, as I knew she would if I gave her half a minute's notice. Then I 
sat down, put my head between my hands, and I knew it was going to 
happen, but couldn't have stopped it, even I'd really wanted to. I just cried 
my eyes out.

Ten minutes, it must have been, when there was a soft knock on the 
cubicle door. Three knocks, then two. Baps! She'd come, thank God! "Go 
away!" I sobbed.

"Shan! Have you been in here all this time? Suggy's been looking for you 
everywhere!"

Suggy! For me? Looking for me!

"Come on out quick, I think he's going, he thinks he's been stood up ...! He 
thinks you've blown him out!"

I opened the door, stepped straight into Baps's arms. She took one look at 
my face, all puffed up and red eyed, and hugged me against her big bosom, 
her face in my hair, her hands stroking my back and shoulders. "I can't see 
him like this! Oh, Baps. Help! What can I do?" and I felt this great big 
shuddering sob shake my whole body.

Baps was all action. She held me by the shoulders. "Shan! Stay here. Fix 
your face. Here ..."  There was a tissue dispenser on the wall and she pulled 
out about a month's supply. "Dry those tears, blow your nose, and DON'T GO 
AWAY! I'll run and catch him ..." and she kissed the corner of my lips and 
shot out of the room, the door banging behind her. I did what I could with 
my face in front of the mirror, but I looked a total wreck. He mustn't see 
me like this. Mustn't. The tears were starting again.

Baps burst back in, her eyes shining with excitement. "Quick," she 
exclaimed, "he's waiting out the back. You have twenty seconds before he 
goes home. I caught up with him halfway down the road. Quickly," she 
hissed at me. "It's dark out the back, so he won't see your red eyes." She 
lowered her voice, but I could still just hear her. "And with any luck, you 
won't see his, either!" She took hold of my arm, pulling me round to look 
her in the eye. "Hey, Shan, you look beautiful, sweetheart! Now, MOVE IT!"

I moved it.


**********

Suggy and I never made it back into the disco, so the cost of the tickets 
was wasted. NOT! I found him pacing up and down in the lane behind the 
village hall, and just flung myself straight into his arms, and we clung to 
each other for about ten minutes, not saying a word. I was blubbing again, 
and when at last we stood back from each other at arms' length, I found 
my hair was wet where his face had been, and I touched his cheek and it 
was wet, too. I just reached up on tip-toes and kissed him full on the 
mouth, which was a lucky shot considering how dark it was.

All those practice conversations were a waste of time, we didn't need to 
say a word to one another. Half an hour later, we were still snogging, and 
getting better at it now, and at last, we just started to walk, with our arms 
around each other, without knowing or caring where we were supposed to 
be going. I wondered whether I ought to be having that nice sick feeling 
again, the one I had in Baps's room earlier, when she had been taking her 
top off, but I didn't have that feeling at all. All I had was a *safe* feeling, 
that as long as this boy had his arm round me, I would be all right.

Eventually, he walked me to my front door. I don't know how we arrived 
there, and I didn't know he knew where I lived, but he obviously did.

"Goodnight, Shan," he whispered shyly, as we kissed each other for the last 
time. "Can I see you again?"

"Goodnight, Sugg ... can I call you Jeremy?"

"You already did. The other day. Out the back of the garage. But why not? 
Nobody else does!"

"I'll ring you tomorrow." And he told me his number, and it engraved itself 
in burning letters of gold in my head. Then he was off, down the road, 
almost running. When he looked back from the bend, where the street 
lamp was, I waved to him and he waved back. And I'd never even asked 
him why he'd been late.


**********

My head was spinning as I lay down in bed. The funny feeling was back. 
Stronger than ever before. I tried to find out where it was coming from. 
The numb fingers were there again, the sick feeling, the upset, fluttery 
stomach, the tingly feeling around the nipples. If it hadn't been dark, I 
thought, I would have blurred vision again. What's the point of biting my 
fingers, it doesn't take away the numbness! I rubbed my stomach and it 
felt a little better. I rubbed my nipples and it felt better still. Then I 
rubbed my pussy and it felt best of all. After that, ten minutes later, I was 
able to relax a bit, but the tension and tingling in the nipples was still 
there even when I fell asleep.

Baps was on the phone at a ridiculous time the next morning. Mother woke 
me at ten and told me to pick up the extension in my bedroom.

"Where did you two get to, then? You missed a great night!"

"Oh, nowhere special. We walked around a bit, here and there."

"You walked? For three hours? You'd better pull the other one, it's got bells 
on." And Baps wanted to know all about it, so I had to promise to go and 
see her as soon as I got up. 

"Did you do anything?" she asked, once we were in her bedroom.

"No!" I was bright red. "Should we have?"

"It's not compulsory," Baps laughed. "But if you didn't, it must be LURVE! 
Come on, then, what *really* happened?" So I told her, and I could swear 
that big old know-it-all woman of the world Baps might have had a bit of 
grit in her eye as she listened to the truth about the night before.

"I felt funny in bed afterwards," I told her, and tried to describe the 
various feelings. She nodded, and absently rubbed at herself down there 
with her fingers.

"I get those, too. Good, isn't it!" But I was beginning to wish the feeling in 
my nipples would go away.


**********

I managed to see Suggy on the Sunday afternoon after he had played 
football in the morning. I wished he had told me about the game so I could 
have gone and watched, but he said it had been about ten miles away. 
Anyway, he'd suggested, none of the other lads brought their girlfriends 
with them. So he didn't think it was ...

I didn't hear any more. I know he went on talking for some time, but I 
heard none of it. I WAS HIS GIRLFRIEND!

We walked up the hills and looked down on the tiny toy village. Little cars 
moved silently and jerkily around with their lights on. There was mist up 
there - low cloud, Suggy said it was - and it was damp, but we clung 
together even when the rain started bucketing down and we got wet 
through. There was no point in sheltering once we were wet, so we carried 
on back to my house, and Mother told me to undress straight away, then 
gave me a huge bath towel to wrap round myself. She even found 
something for Suggy to wear, an old tracksuit of Dad's, and he was 
embarrassed but he still put it on while his steaming clothes were hanging 
around the kitchen stove to dry.

Then Mother sent us off to my room, and brought us up a couple of bowls 
of soup. We shared the chunky fresh bread, dipping it into each other's 
soup bowls, and even feeding each other as if we were babies. I'd seen 
people doing that on TV, and always thought it was soppy, but it felt 
different when it was us doing it. And all the time, the tingling was getting 
more and more noticeable, and the feeling in my stomach was coming and 
going in great big waves, getting more and more intense each time.

Then we kissed, standing up - it didn't seem quite right to lie on my bed, 
not with my parents downstairs - and I felt my nipples squash against his 
chest, which was an unexpected feeling, and I felt *him* pressing against 
my stomach, hard, and throbbing, every few seconds, just the way the 
other girls said it was supposed to! I asked him what he was doing, and he 
said he couldn't help it, and when he stood back for a moment I could see 
his cock gently moving inside the tracksuit, all by itself!

"You're not doing that? It moves all on its own?" And he guided my hand 
to it, and just rested it there, and it did, it moved on its own. The wonders 
of Nature, I thought. I'll be able to tell the girls back at school about this! 
Then he pulled me close again, and again I felt my nipples crush 
themselves against him, and this time, I thought, hang on, Shan, they 
shouldn't do that, and I slipped a hand between our bodies and felt my 
puffed-up nipple and there was a jolt like an electric shock! And it felt as 
if there was a lot more of me there than there should have been.

I moved against him, sliding myself up and down. What was the word? 
Wanton. That was it. I was a wanton hussy! The towel was sliding off one 
shoulder, and I didn't care, because it wasn't cold in my bedroom, and 
anyway, I was a wanton hussy, wasn't I? The towel fell off one shoulder 
altogether, and at that moment, we just happened to pull apart for a 
second before diving in again. I swear it wasn't on purpose, but the towel 
slipped off both shoulders, so that when my nipples crushed against him 
the next time, they were completely bare.

He felt the difference, looked down, and gasped. So did I. But while *he* 
gasped because he had just caught his first glimpse of my young, naked 
breasts. *I* gasped because surely those things weren't mine! I pulled 
away from him and looked in the dressing table mirror. My breasts had 
been 32-A for the two years since they had first appeared. Mother had 
told me they'd never get any bigger than that, as she had always been 
small, and so was Dad's mother. Well, I thought, Mother is in for one Hell of 
a surprise!

Surely, though, they don't get bigger, just like that? I made a mental note 
to ask Baps when I saw her next time. They *were* bigger, that was a fact. 
If I tried to put my bra on now, these breasts would not fit into those little 
A-cups, not any more, not no way!

Suggy was watching me as I studied them in the mirror. My hands had 
sort of automatically come up to the sides of them, gently squeezing them 
together and making an exciting-looking cleavage. These, I decided, were 
ALL RIGHT! I noticed in the mirror that I had a silly grin on my face. He 
was still staring. And it was only then that I realised that the towel had 
dropped right off and was lying in a heap at my feet. I was absolutely 
naked, he could see everything. I felt the blush creep down my face, my 
neck and shoulders, and down to my new breasts.

As I cuddled Suggy again, his face felt hot, too, and so did the rest of him!





Chapter 5:- The Best Christmas Present A Girl Ever Had

Dad offered Suggy a ride home, and as his clothes were still not dry, he had 
bundled them under his arm and promised to bring the track-suit back 
next time. By then, I was wrapped up in a cosy, warm sweater and dry 
jeans, and I kissed him bye-bye at the gate.

"See you tomorrow, I'll drop by the workshop at lunchtime," I told him, 
and he said that would be great. Then his eyes roamed all over my body 
again, trying to see through my clothes to what we both knew was hidden 
underneath. Our secret.

There was that feeling again, I thought, as I went back indoors.

Then I phoned Baps. I had so much to tell her, and so much to ask. She was 
fascinated when I started asking about what her boobs had felt like when 
they were growing. She said they had just felt ordinary, as far as she 
remembered, although they had become fuller around the nipples, and 
more sensitive. She asked why I was coming at her with all these 
questions, and I had to admit it, then, my boobies had got bigger, just like 
that.

"Bigger? What do you mean? They don't get bigger, just like that, it takes 
months. It took mine *years*!"

"Look, you saw mine on Friday? And you know what they were like then?"

"Well?"

"Well, they're bigger, it's as simple as that!"

It was no good, she was going to have to see them! The next day was 
Monday, then the day after that was Christmas Eve, and Smegs was going 
to be arriving. There was so much to think about, what with Suggy and my 
tits and everything. "I'm seeing Suggy at lunchtime tomorrow, I'll see you 
after that," I told her, and put the phone down.


**********

It was perhaps not the best time. I was so hot after seeing Suggy, and not 
being able even to cuddle him because his workmates were watching our 
every move. It wouldn't have mattered to me that he had his dirty 
overalls on, I would have hugged him anyway, but not with those animals 
staring at us, he would have been too embarrassed, and he had to spend 
the rest of the afternoon with them. I suppose it was only because they 
were jealous of Suggy, even though I was only a young girl.

So that was why, sitting in Baps's room, my nipples felt as if they were 
going to burst again. It was like the day before, but twice as strong. And 
the rest of the feeling was there, in the stomach, the fingers, the pussy.

Baps certainly wasn't making things any easier. She was trying on a 
swimsuit for some reason! In December? She had taken all her clothes off, 
and stepped into the bikini pants, and kept turning this way and that, 
tugging at the crotch and trying to tuck away several curly tufts of her 
pubic hair that popped straight back out again each time.

Then she tried the top on, and it wasn't really big enough in the cups; little 
half-moon-shaped curves of tit were showing at the bottoms of each cup, 
where the cups didn't quite touch her chest. More tit squeezed out of the 
top of the cups, and round the sides, where I could see the dark hair in her 
armpits as she struggled to make her boobs fit properly into the bra. "Just 
think," she said, half to herself, "this fitted me during the summer!"

I couldn't stand it any longer. I got off the bed and stood behind her, 
cupping one of her breasts with one hand and gently stroking the firm, 
plump flesh with the other, in a pretext of trying to help her tuck them in.

"Oooh, Shan, that feels so good! Here ..." and she turned round to face me, 
and I used both my hands on each of her titties in turn, as Baps wet her 
lips, and moaned softly, then finally bent to kiss me on the lips, so gently it 
was like the touch of a moist feather. One of her hands was around the 
back of my neck, not holding me, but just gently nestling in the fluffy hairs 
there. Her lips were slightly parted, and her tongue barely touched mine, 
but it didn't move, nor did she - she stood perfectly still until I grabbed 
her roughly and our lips mashed together in a really sloppy wet one.

"Fuck, Shan, I've been needing that ever since you came back!" And she 
held me at arms' length for a moment, before undoing all the buttons on 
my shirt, all of them - taking her time, taking all the time in the world - 
then she slowly eased the shirt back across my shoulders, and down my 
arms, so for a moment I couldn't move them, even if I had wanted to.

I stood there as she gazed hungrily at my now very well-filled bra. "I see 
what you mean about these!" and I looked down at them as Baps lowered 
her face into my brand-new cleavage. I felt her nose against my breast-
bone - it was cold, like a dog's, I thought - then both her hands firmly 
tugged the shoulder straps down and carried on pulling downwards so that 
my bra ended up around my waist.

Then she was tongueing and sucking my nipples, and the feeling became 
almost unbearable. 'Exquisite pain', I think it's called. I closed my eyes and 
let her do whatever she wanted to do to me, and I could feel the chill 
moisture on my inner thighs. Even at the same time as she was tongue-
worshipping my breasts, her fingers were busy with the clasp of my jeans, 
then I felt the zipper - I was so helpless and I *wanted* to be, utterly 
helpless - then my jeans were sliding down my legs, my panties with them 
(!) and Baps's fingers were sliding up the inside of my thighs, and she was 
busy at my pussy with her fingers and her mouth, and as I stepped out of 
my damp jeans and wet panties, one foot at a time, the juice was almost 
gushing out of me.


**********

It must have been hours. It was dark outside, and Baps had got up off the 
bed to close the curtains before she said, "Watch your eyes, love!" and 
turned on the bedside light. We were both completely naked. I felt relaxed 
and drowsy, although the tension in my titties was still there, coming and 
going in surging waves, neither pleasure nor pain.

"Time to get up," she murmured, bending close to my ear, then kissing me 
on the cheek. Then she offered me her hand, and her gentle, strong fingers 
lifted me until I was sitting, then standing, leaning against her. She felt 
strong and supportive. I clung to her, but she disentangled herself, 
laughing softly, and said, "no more, not now, if you start me off again, we'll 
be here all night! Come here, sweetheart, and I'll dress you."

And she did, with not a button out of place, as if she dressed other girls 
every day of her life. I was so wet again, and I wanted her so much, but 
she buttoned my shirt, reluctantly, then sat me on the edge of the bed 
while she quickly dressed herself. It took her about ten seconds.

"Time to go."

In bed that night, in between the bursts of urgent sensations surging from 
my nipples to my pussy and back again, I thought, 'does this make me a 
lesbian?' And if it did, what would Smegs think when she arrived 
tomorrow and I tried to seduce her? What about Suggy? He wouldn't want 
a queer girlfriend. The thought went round and round in my head, until I 
must have fallen asleep.

I awoke with an almost stabbing pain in my chest. It was the same feeling, 
but it was enough to wake me up, so fierce was it this time. I sat up in bed, 
sweating slightly, and my hands went to my nipples.

"MY GOD!"

I turned on the light and whirled round to look in the dressing-table 
mirror. The light was so bright I could see nothing for a few seconds except 
drifting brightly coloured shapes. Then I could see. And I could see what I 
was looking for. My breasts had increased again, until now they must have 
been even bigger than Baps's! I cupped them again; it felt wonderful. The 
feeling was still there, like an old friend, or enemy, but my nipples felt 
taut and so sensitive, I could feel every breeze on them. I turned sideways, 
and looked again. Gosh! They were so big, now!

What would Baps think of these? And what about Smegs? And Suggy!

Several more times during the night, I turned on the light, but they hadn't 
got any bigger. But they hadn't got any smaller, either! I was going to get 
to like these! They must be the best Christmas present a girl ever had!


**********

They were still there in the morning when I went down to breakfast. 
Mother looked at me curiously.

"Did you sleep all right, darling?"

God, she doesn't miss much. "Oh all right!"

"I heard you get up and saw your light on a few times. Are you sure you 
feel all right? We can see the doctor before Megan arrives ..."

"I'm all RIGHT, Mother!" She looked hurt, and put on her 'I was only doing 
what's best for you, dear' face, so I backed down a bit. "Just a tummy-ache, 
that's all."

"Is it your period already? (Please, Mother, stop it.) I thought it wasn't due 
until after Christmas. (It is, it is.) Is that bra a little tight? (Oh, shit, she's 
noticed.) Ooooh, yes, it is! You've been growing, Shan! (How true.) Why 
didn't I notice before?" (I'll tell you why, Mother, they weren't there, that's 
why!)

And directly after breakfast, she said she had to out in the car to collect 
the goose for tomorrow's dinner, so why didn't I come along and we could 
get me some new bras in the town on the way back? So I got ready, and 
while I was doing that, Smegs rang to say she could be at the town station 
at eleven if she caught the fast train, so Mother said, "well, that settles it, 
then, we'll leave straight away!"

We struggled to get the goose into the back of the car, then drove on into 
town, where I tried on several bras, settling eventually on a 32-C, which 
surprised Mother and pleased me no end. I wore my new bra out of the 
shop and we were waiting in the station car park five minutes before 
Smegs's train arrived.





Chapter 6:- The Girl Who Has Everything

Smegs was still good old Smegs, long legs in red leggings protruding from 
beneath what looked like a military surplus greatcoat and wearing a 
scarlet woollen bobble hat without the bobble. She had her bag with her, 
and what could have been a sack over her shoulder. My best friend Santa 
Claus. She shook hands with Mother, then received a hug in exchange, and 
another from me. (I wonder if she's noticed I've turned into a lezzie.) Then 
we all piled into the steamed-up car and threaded through the last-minute 
shoppers for home and a roaring fire in the kitchen stove.

"We've got a great big casserole at home, it ought to be ready. I'm sure 
you're hungry, Megan," said Mother brightly. She likes to be one of the 
girls. "I can call you Megan, but I know what you girls are like, what do 
your friends call you at school?"

Megan told her.

"Well, I'll call you Megan, then," said Mother, and the subject was never 
mentioned again. As soon as we arrived, she sent us up to my room, where 
Dad had set up a camp-bed, and told us to be down in ten minutes for 
lunch.

"We'll be bursting our knickers before this Christmas is over," I told Smegs 
as we closed the bedroom door. Then I thought about what I had just said, 
and wondered what she was going to be thinking in about ten seconds' 
time, when I unveiled my new 32-C's!

"Funny you should mention that, Shan," she said. "I've already been 
putting on a bit of weight myself." I looked at her, but she looked the same 
as ever. "Not down there, it's all up here!" And she dropped her coat, 
pulled off her heavy sweater, and revealed her denim shirt, which had 
some bulges in it that hadn't been there a week ago!

"Gosh, Smegs, you too!" And I turned round and showed her mine. Things 
got a bit exciting as we inspected each other's new delights. Hers had 
always been a bit bigger than mine, and they still were, as both of us had 
increased by a very similar amount. We compared notes. Her experience 
had been the same, the funny feelings, the tingles in the nipples, the slight 
increase in size: everything including last night, when they had *really* 
grown to their present size.

"Last night, same as me! I can hardly believe it, Smegs. We must've caught 
some sort of bug or something."

"Shan. You know that sort of feeling in your nipples? Is yours still there?"

"Yes, a bit. It comes and goes, but I can still feel it, now you come to 
mention it."

"So's mine. I dunno, Shan, I just don't think we've finished growing, that's 
all."

"We can't get much bigger, can we?"

"We're nowhere near the size of the twins yet," she said, and an image 
came to me of the twins playing Monopoly. Imagine ending up as big as 
them! We looked down at our boobs, thrusting out at our shirts. Then it 
was time to go downstairs and eat.


**********

And eat we did. I'd never felt so hungry, and Megan was tucking in as if 
there were no tomorrow as well. We're growing girls, I thought happily, 
and Smegs grinned at me as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.

At least, the tit fairy didn't pay a return visit that night after we had 
climbed into our beds after a chilly evening singing carols on the village 
green. (We're a very traditional village. Yucky!) The niggling tingly feeling 
was still there, though, and when I asked her, Smegs said hers was, too. It 
was reassuring in a way, to think that if one of us grew some more, the 
other one would probably keep her company!

And when we woke up, it was Christmas Day, and it wasn't snowing, but it 
was almost a white Christmas, with a thick frost riming the tree branches 
and turning the grass to crunchy silver. 

We had breakfast, then we all walked down the frosty lane to church. I 
know, we only go once a year, but the vicar still seems to remember our 
names. We sang all the old carols, and the kids from the village school read 
the bible stories, and old Smegs was crying as we walked out of the church 
into the sunshine. I put my arm around her and gave her a cuddle. Her 
parents had died in a crash, when was it, five years ago, which was why 
Smegs lived with her auntie. Christmas is when it hurts the worst, 
sometimes. She held my hand very hard. Why was I thinking of running 
my hand up between her endless thighs, enjoying the roughness of her 
navy blue tights against my eager fingers? Stop it, Shan, I told myself.

Then it was dinner, and prezzies. I had stacks of books and a new bag, and 
a camera to take pictures of all the girls at school and loadsa clothes. There 
was a lovely fleecy-lined jacket for Smegs, and she didn't know whether to 
laugh or cry as she tried it on, then she did cry, and ran and kissed Mother 
and Dad. Mother just held her tight. I was crying, too. I seemed to be doing 
so much crying lately.

Smegs eventually wiped her eyes and emptied her sack on the floor, a 
shower of packages wrapped in Christmas paper and red and green 
ribbons, and there was something there for all of us, too. Then Dad gave 
me a mobile phone. "The perfect gift for the girl who has everything," he 
said. "Just remember, whenever you use it, it costs as much as a call to 
Australia!"

I did have everything, too. Loads of prezzies, loads of clothes, lovely 
friends, and a boyfriend, too. I'd promised to phone him at half past three, 
after the Queen's Speech. I took Smegs up to my room to give me moral 
support while I made the call.

"Can I speak to Jeremy, please?"

I heard the voice (his mother?) say, "Jeremy, it's for you. It's Shan." She 
knew my name. He'd told his mother my name! There he was now. "Hello?"

"Jeremy?"

"Hello!"

"I said I'd call, after the Queen. Happy Christmas! How's it going?"

And we talked about presents, and dinner, and who was there with him 
(all his aunts and uncles and cousins and grand-parents and everybody. I 
felt sorry for him.), and who was with me. He'd been playing Sonic the 
Hedgehog all day, he said. I said it would rot his brain, and I told him 
about Smegs, although I called her Megan. I didn't tell him I was a lezzie 
now, but I guessed he would find out in his own good time. Then it was 
time to go. "Bye-bye," he said, "see you in a day or two?"

"That would be nice!" I swallowed. "Bye, then. Love you!" Oops! It was out. 
I thought I'd heard a gasp over the phone before I put it down. Smeggy's 
eyes were popping out of her head.

"Shit, Shan, who's got it bad, then?"

"I suppose I have. But he's lovely, Smegs, and so kind and safe and nice ..." 
I had to stop. I scarcely knew the boy, after all. We'd hardly spoken a 
dozen words to one another.

"Have you done it yet?" Smegs broke into my thoughts. Why did they all 
want to know *that*?

"Not really," I blushed.

"What dya mean, not really. You either have or you haven't."

"He was in here with me when my titties started to grow. We'd been out in 
the rain and got wet, and I had just a great big beach towel wrapped round 
me and we were snogging, standing up, and the towel fell off, and there 
they were, and his thing was sort of throbbing and he helped me put my 
hand on it, then we kissed some more ..."

"It's all right, Shan, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to!" And 
Smegs wrapped her arms around my neck. "I hope you'll always be ever so 
happy, Shan. I love you!"

Christ, I thought, old Smegs is a lezzie, too!


**********

Our tits grew again that night!

I don't know whether it was Smegs's moaning or my own pain that woke 
me, but it was the same as the other night, the night before Christmas Eve. 
I turned the light on, and Smegs was already sitting up in bed, her hands 
on her breasts. There was a shocked expression on her face. She looked at 
me, brushing back her hair from her face, and I could see the outline of the 
stitches in the scar on her forehead. It somehow reminded me of our 
special relationship. I got up and went to her bedside.

"Yours too?" She nodded, and her hands moved across her nipples. We 
nearly didn't dare look, not this time. Another wave of lovely pain shot 
through me, and I grabbed at my breast, tugging the nightdress aside. 
Smegs gasped as she looked at me, and I looked down at myself. There 
they were. Or rather, there THEY were!

Slowly, Megan was pulling her own nightie aside. She wore a sort of loose 
T-shirt in bed, and in the end, after a lot of fumbling, she had to pull it up 
and over her head. That's when we saw them. Or rather THEM!

Now what? Both of us felt more relaxed after our growth, and we knew 
there would be no more action tonight, but how were we going to explain 
this in the morning? Mother? Baps? And Jeremy? Jeremy hadn't even seen 
them since the *last* time they grew; they must be three times as big as 
when he saw them last. Smegs's looked as big as Cindy the twin's now, and 
mine were only a couple of inches smaller. They were different. Hers were 
plump and very firm. Mine were softer and heavy, they hung down to my 
navel. But different shapes or not, we had both just grown something like 
six inches, literally overnight.

Talk about the girl who has everything!





Chapter 8:- Not Quite Everything

We were up and about before the rest of the family, and wrapped up in 
thick sweaters we set off for a walk. Apart from anything else, we needed 
to have a talk about these new tits of ours. All wrapped up like this, in 
sweaters and things - Smegs had her new winter jacket on - we could 
almost forget what had happened last night. Almost, but not quite. Every 
step I took, I could feel their weight bouncing on my chest. You couldn't 
ignore things this size. Every now and again, if I wasn't careful, they would 
bounce a bit too much, and I had to grab them and hold them still.

We weren't wearing bras, of course, ours were nowhere near big enough 
any more. When I'd tried earlier, I couldn't even get my breasts into 
Smegs's bra, and it was a 34-D. It was loose around the body, and several 
sizes too small in the cups. Mother was going to be upset, having just 
bought me one new bra only three days before. And we both knew, deep 
down, that we probably hadn't finished growing yet. Who could guess how 
big we'd eventually get?

We wandered past Baps's house, and I peered over the hedge. And even 
though it wasn't yet eight am, there she was, outside, calling for the dog. I 
shouted to her, and she came running over. Running was something I 
couldn't have done right then. Perhaps I would never be able to run again!

"What sort of time do you call this on a Boxing Day, then?" she asked 
cheerfully. "Happy Christmas!"

"We just felt like a walk. This is Megan, from school, Smegs. This is Baps, 
I've told you all about her." Well, nearly all. They both said hi, and looked 
each other up and down. Baps wasn't dressed for the weather, she 
shivered a little and blew on her fingers. Her breath smoked in the crisp 
air.

"Come in for a coffee, I'm freezing out here. I only came out for the dog to 
have a poo." So we followed her into their kitchen and she kicked off her 
rubber boots. "Take your stuff off, you won't feel the benefit when you go 
out..."

"... as Granny used to say," I finished for her. Well, here goes, she was sure 
to find out about them sometime. At least, never having met Smegs before, 
she wouldn't know that we'd *both* been growing bigger. I peeled off my 
two top sweaters and dumped them on the floor. The dog came over and 
sniffed them, then wagged his tail and tried to mount my leg. Baps's dog 
needs radical surgery with a couple of bricks.

"Get OFF, Shagger," she told the dog, then looked up at me. "Jeesus H! 
Where did you get THOSE?"

"These? Oh ... you know ..."

"I *don't* know, that's why I asked you. You can't come in here with 
boobies bigger than mine, all of a sudden, just like that! Did you get some 
falsies for Christmas or what?"

"They grew again! You remember, like the other night? I told you about it? 
Well, they did it again!"

"But look at the things! They must be forty inches now."

"Forty-two", said Smegs, helpfully.

Baps sat down in a kitchen chair, still staring. Then she got up and came 
over, and prodded one of them experimentally. Her fingers sank in up to 
the first knuckle. "Ouch, Baps!" It was real enough.

"Shit!" she said, and sat down again. "What's your Mum think of them?"

"She hasn't seen them yet. She only got me a new bra on Christmas Eve. I 
was a C-cup then. I must be a DD or E by now. That's why we've slipped 
out of the house. She's going to go BALLISTIC when she sees these!"

"You could be right, kid!" Baps shook her head. "Look at them, Shan," she 
said, not quite believing her own eyes. I knew what she wanted. She 
wanted to see them for real, without the other sweater and the T-shirt I 
was still wearing. She wanted to touch them and lick them all over, same 
as the other night, but she wasn't sure what Smegs would think of the idea.

In fact, until then, Baps had hardly looked at Smegs's breasts, but when 
she did happen to catch a glimpse, she stared harder at them, then back at 
mine. She wasn't used to finding other girls of her age bigger up top than 
her, and now here were two at the same time.

"I hope Suggy likes big tits!" was all she said.

So did I.


**********

When we arrived home, of course, Mother was up and about, doing things 
in the kitchen. We could always avoid her completely for the next week, 
and she might not see them. On the other hand ...

I pushed Smegs ahead of me and headed for the stairs.

"Shan?" It was Mother's special what-are-you-hiding voice.

"Mother?"

"Come here a minute, darling. Turn round. Hmmmm!" she was looking at 
me and she could see straight through three sweaters and a T-shirt and 
she could see the size of my tits?

"Yes?" my little tiny girlie voice.

"You've got a smudge of dirt on your nose." She licked her finger and 
rubbed it against the side of my nose, then showed me the finger as if the 
dirt was going to be there, visible. "Go along and get your things off ... have 
you had breakfast? Scrambled eggs all right? With smoked salmon and 
chunky bread. Champagne, of course. Down here in three minutes. Hurry!"

So we did. We went up those stairs as if they led to the scaffold. And we 
looked at each other bursting out of our T-shirts, with no bras that were 
big enough for us anywhere in the house - the whole damned VILLAGE 
even - and nipples sticking out like bloody great chapel hat-pegs.

In just our T-shirts, we looked *obscene*! Smegs's stood out miles in front 
of her, just bouncing a little bit as she breathed. She was trying to breathe 
carefully. Mine, when I had tucked my shirt into the waist of my jeans, 
sort of hung down inside the shirt, like great bags of something soft, so 
they were right down there at waist level. I couldn't see the waistband of 
my jeans. Shit, I couldn't even see it when I stood in front of the mirror 
and looked! And those NIPPLES! I could have died of shame.

We crept downstairs and Dad was in the kitchen. Smegs was in front and 
his eyes came out on stalks and he said "Good morning, Megan!" Then he 
saw me and gave a gulp. Fourteen-year-old girls were not at all the way he 
remembered them in his day.

And all Mother said was, "Yes, I thought we'd bought that bra a little too 
soon. We'll go into town again tomorrow morning." She looked at us both 
and laughed. "You'd better come, too, Megan. Although by the look of you 
both, you may well be children with special needs!"

What a *special* mother I've got!


**********

How was I going to break it to Suggy? With Smegs staying with us at home, 
I really had to take her along when I saw Suggy. How about finding a boy 
for her, then we could have a double date, that ought to solve the problem. 
It wasn't as if Smegs was a horror story, either, with her attractive face (I 
think) and those legs to die for, and her big new boobs, she ought to drive 
any boy wild. In fact, to be honest, the pair of us were a pretty spectacular 
pair of fourteen-year-olds. So I phoned him again.

I think he must have thought I was going to dump him or something. He 
sounded scared of what I might say. Of course, I was nervous, and that 
only made it worse.

"Jeremy? It's me."

"Oh, hello."

"You know tomorrow night?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I've got this friend ..."

"Oh", he said in a sort of flat voice.

"Well, my friend's staying here with us ..." Why did he keep saying 'Oh' like 
that? Why didn't he *say* something?

"And, well, tomorrow night, we thought we ought to go out together, I 
mean I can't go out and leave my friend at home alone, really ..."

"No, I s'pose not..."

"So I wondered if there was anyone else who ..." there was a strangled sort 
of noise over the phone. "Jeremy?" He sounded sort of choked up, he 
wasn't saying anything, not words, just this sort of funny dry noise. 
"Jeremy ... what's the matter?"

"Oh, yeah ... what's the matter? What do you think is the matter?" his voice 
suddenly clearer, almost shouting.

"I don't know! I just asked you if you knew another boy who could come 
with us for Megan, and you start doing farmyard impressions ..."

"Farmyard?"

"Hens, or rabbits, or something. Well, do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Know a boy who would like to come on a double date with us and Megan. 
She's a beautiful girl with lovely ... she's a beautiful girl in my year at 
school. Can you think of a handsome boy who's free tomorrow night?"

He was crying over the phone, I swear it. I think he said he'd think of 
someone, but he sounded so choked, it was hard to tell what he was saying. 
"Ring you in the morning," he said at last.

"Funny boy, sometimes," I told Smegs.





Chapter 9:- There Has To Be A First Time For Everything

"What do you want to do?" Suggy asked.

We were all standing on the corner of the village street, almost opposite 
Fuller's Garage. I looked at Smegs and she looked at Adrian. Actually, she 
looked down at him, he only came up to her shoulder. I looked at them a 
bit doubtfully. It might have been better if we'd told Suggy that Smegs 
was a little bit, well, tall. Still, Adrian could always stand on a box, or 
something. If the worst came to the worst, they could even lie down 
somewhere.

"Let's walk for a bit," I suggested, "we can keep warm." And Suggy put his 
arm around me and I got that safe feeling again, instantly, as if he had 
pressed a hidden switch in the middle of my back. The other two set off 
ahead of us, and we had a little giggle at their silhouette as the street 
lamps lit up the gathering fog around them. Adrian had bravely put an 
arm around Smegs's waist, but it sort of kept sliding down to her bottom, 
and after a while, she put her arm round him instead, under his armpit, so 
she could pull him really close. His feet almost touched the ground from 
time to time as Smegs hustled him along.

"Aidie's going to be knackered before the night's out," said Suggy, "look at 
the poor bugger!"

We stopped in a pool of darkness between the lights, and gave each other a 
long kiss.

"Hello, you!" I said.

"Hello!" and we kissed some more. Then we walked on a little more slowly. 
When we'd stopped a few more times, there was no sign of the other two.

"Smegs will bring him home in one piece," I said. At least one piece, I 
thought; if she starts feeling horny, she'll eat Adrian alive and blow him 
out in little bubbles ... In fact, horny was exactly what I was feeling. I 
pressed myself against Suggy more firmly, so I could feel him even 
through all our winter clothes, through his jeans and my thick tweed skirt 
and sweater. "Wanton hussy," I said to myself, and Suggy put both hands 
against my bottom and pulled me hard against him. "Do you know 
anywhere warm and quiet?" I couldn't believe I was saying it. It didn't 
sound like my voice, it was all chokey. My big breasts thrust against him in 
my new bra. He tensed, feeling like a coiled spring.

"Well, yes, I know where we could go. Why?"

"Why do you think?" He shuddered. I said to myself, Shan, get a grip on 
yourself, girl.

Too late. If he took my arm now, he could lead me anywhere, and I 
wouldn't be able to stop him, even if I wanted to.

He took my arm.


**********

We were walking down the alley at the side of Fuller's Garage. My insides 
had melted. I remembered the sick feeling when Baps was undressing me, 
and I wanted Suggy to do the same thing. Every couple of steps, I hugged 
him, or took his hand and gave it a little peck with my wet mouth. Ooooh! 
There was a hot, wet feeling down there. Had I wee-ed myself?

I made him stop walking and wrapped myself around him, bringing one 
leg up behind his thighs and rubbing my crotch against him as hard as I 
could. Not hard enough! My breasts felt hugely heavy; even inside the bra, 
they were bouncing slowly like sacks of warm butter against my belly. He 
took my hand and tickled the palm, round and round with his finger.

Boys actually *did* that! I'd thought it was one of those things that girls 
talked about, like a legend. He tickled my hand, and I knew what it meant. 
I was nearly sick with excitement. I tickled his hand, then pressed my 
hand against my titty. It felt hot and full inside the large cup. A large cup, 
but one day soon it would be too small, I thought, smiling to myself at the 
memory of the scene in the bra shop earlier that day, when Smegs and I 
together had unveiled our huge breasts. The saleslady couldn't believe her 
eyes ...!

He'd stopped. We were at the end of the building, outside the small door. 
He fumbled with the lock for a moment, then the door creaked open, and 
he stepped inside, pulling me gently after him. He closed the door and it 
was pitch dark in the workshop. I could smell the oil, the petrol, the faint 
scent of the paraffin space heater which kept the workshop hot during the 
day. After the freezing fog outside, the garage was pleasantly warm.

He knew where he was going. We set off across the floor.

"Where's the dog?" I remembered the Alsatian from the other day.

"He's Fuller's. He goes home at night. He'd be no good as a watchdog, 
anyway, he knows everybody. Watch out, here's the heater ..." We dodged 
round the heater, still warm hours after it had been turned off. Suggy was 
opening a car door. "This one!" And he climbed in. There was the rich smell 
of leather.

"What's this?" I asked him.

"Mr Rawling's Jag. New camshaft bearings. Brake pads and new discs. Close 
the door after you." And we were surrounded in luxury. Someone else's 
luxury, but the leather seats were deep and wide, and the carpets were 
thick enough to get lost in. Suggy reached for me, and took me in his arms.

The feeling was gone. I felt unsure, now we were in here. He felt the 
difference, the tension in me. "It's all right," he said softly, "it's perfectly 
safe in here," but he'd stopped hugging me and was leaning back against 
the seat. "I wouldn't mind one of these," he murmured, running a hand 
along the polished wood surrounding the window. "Shall we have one, one 
day?"

"We'll have one each, his and hers," and I gave his hand a squeeze.

"Why do we need two," he asked, "how many kids are we going to have?"

I thought about it. "Four. Yes. Four of each." The sick feeling was coming 
back, and I touched his leg with one finger. I walked it tentatively a couple 
of paces down into the valley of his thighs.

"We'd better start fairly soon, then!" He took my hand from his leg, and 
carried it over to my thigh. I put my hand on top of his, and pressed it 
down. It was warm, and alive. He had turned himself so he was half facing 
me, still sitting on the seat, but wriggling down so he was almost lying on 
it. I did the same, half turning towards him. His hands were on the hem of 
my sweater. I slid closer, forcing his hands directly into contact with my 
breasts through the sweater from the outside. Let him feel them through 
there first. He did, and gave a sort of groan. I think I did, too, though I 
couldn't be too sure.

Both his hands were gently squeezing them, now, still through my thick 
woolly. I slid my hand across his waist, above the belt of his jeans, beneath 
his sweater, feeling the ridged muscles beneath his shirt. That was his 
signal to slip under my sweater, and investigate more closely.

His fingers ran along the underside of the satiny bra cup. He said nothing, 
but explored further, cupping my fullness in his palm and trying to lift the 
heavy weight.

"You're so big, Shan! I never noticed before."

His hand had curved round the side of the bra, and started questing 
upward. He had almost reached the top of the cup under my arm, but the 
sweater was too tight for him to move his hand properly. Even if it broke 
the spell, I had to get the sweater off before it turned into a wrestling 
match.

"Hang on a minute,"and I sat up straight, and quickly wriggled the thick 
sweater up over my head, then dropped it on the floor. Our eyes had 
become accustomed to the darkness by now, and the faint gleam of white 
from my bra, and my pale flesh showed up against the dark upholstery of 
the Jaguar. Suggy gasped at the sight. Just a tantalising glimpse, but it 
showed enough to give him his bearings.

I wriggled down in the seat again as his face came down into my cleavage. 
That felt so good. Just having cleavage felt good. And it was deep enough 
for him almost to lose his face in it. I pushed my tits together, feeling the 
resistance as they squeezed against the side of his head. He emerged, 
breathing heavily, then his hands groped around my back. "There are four 
hooks,"I briefed him, sitting up slightly, and felt him fumbling behind me.

"Shan! Are you bigger than before? Than the other night?"

"Silly! That was only Monday, how could I be bigger since Monday?"

"I know, but you're ..." there was a grunt of success as the last hook came 
undone and the bra slipped down, and he quickly lowered the straps off 
my shoulders, and dropped the bra in my lap. My breasts flopped heavily 
downwards, almost into my lap. "You're HUGE, Shan! How did I not notice 
before...?"

Gulp!

"Jeremy,"said softly. "They *did* grow a bit the other night. When we got 
wet up on the hill that night, they'd just started growing, and they sort of 
carried on. I *am* bigger than I was. So you're not seeing things!"

He was certainly feeling things. He was squeezing and stroking and 
caressing them from every angle, licking the erect nipples, sucking the 
puffy areolae right into his mouth so his tongue rasped like a cat's across 
the pebbly surface. They were awash with a whole jumble of sensations. 
Sometimes he got it wrong and it felt uncomfortable, sometimes they were 
nearly exploding with the feelings that were spreading right through them, 
through my stomach and down to my pussy. Was he going to play with 
them all night? I needed him in a few other places.

His jeans belt came loose with a couple of tugs. I even found the tag of the 
zip fastener, and when I gave his tummy a rub, like a dog, his bottom came 
off the seat, and I was able to grasp his jeans firmly and pull them down. 
They didn't come off in one pull, but they came down far enough to make 
him feel that he would lose face if he had resisted when his girlfriend tried 
to get his pants off. Although who would ever know? Was he going to tell 
all his mates at work? Here, in this very workshop?

He raised himself off the seat, and I heaved them down to his knees. Then 
I half-rolled on top of him, my breasts squashing themselves into his lap. 
He gave a yelp, and I rolled off again. He was clutching at his groin. "What's 
the matter?" Surely I hadn't broken it?

"Nothing, it's all right," he said, shakily. Then he tried to move into a more 
comfortable position, but his legs were in a strait-jacket where his jeans 
were around his knees. It took a lot of grunting before he got them off. He 
had to take his shoes off first. Now there were some white legs gleaming in 
the darkness. With his new freedom of movement, he almost sprang on top 
of me. His shorts (boxer shorts, were they?) were loose and floppy, and 
there was a gap in the front, where he was poking through. I touched him, 
and he jumped about a foot in the air and nearly banged his head on the 
roof.

This was getting so fraught! "Hang about a minute," I said, thinking what a 
stupid thing to say, he was already hanging about as much as a boy could 
be. "Here!" and I quickly undid my skirt and wriggled out of it. Now we 
were a bit more ready for anything. 'Be Prepared,' I thought. Had Jeremy 
ever been a boy scout? I wondered if he'd been initiated by his scout 
master.

A calm had descended. We were both panting after the effort of getting 
our gear off in the confined space. But now, he was dressed only in his 
sweater, shirt, shorts and socks, and I was down to my socks and panties! 
Not quite equal rights, but it would do for starters. I got my panties off, 
which made me feel pretty well committed, and dropped them on the 
floor.

"Move over there," I said, and pushed him rudely to one side of the car, 
where he sat and watched me as I got up and kneeled on the seat, with my 
bottom facing him. My knees and my hands sank into the leather, my tits 
dangled way down beneath my chest, swaying like cows' udders and 
occasionally brushing the seat. Did they really hang down as far as *that*? 
Where I got the idea, I don't know, but there I was on my hands and 
knees, looking back at him over my shoulder and trying to look inviting. I 
could smell the sharp scent of my own arousal and it shocked me a little to 
think that Jeremy was going to be able to smell it as well. Like an animal. 
What was he going to think of me? It had all happened a bit fast for him, 
suddenly I had taken charge and shoved my fishy genitalia in his face. But 
as soon as he'd recovered from the shock, he seemed to work out more or 
less what to do. He got on his knees behind me, and I felt him start poking 
and prodding away at me.

It seemed to be taking ages, and in the end, I had to reach down and find 
him, then guide him to my slit. I was sopping wet, but even when he 
started probing again, he still couldn't find the way in. What was he DOING 
back there, trying to make his own hole? He wasn't even at the right 
ANGLE. It was only when I held the lips apart and actually placed the tip 
in the entrance, that he worked it out and gently started pushing into me. 
Push, push, push! Even then, he'd got caught up with my hairs, and had to 
pull out for another go. I wondered if dogs had this trouble. There was a 
moment of resistance, and a sharp pain, then he was sliding further in, and 
he felt huge inside me. It hurt, ouch, and yet it felt just great, and I 
thought, so this is what it's all about. He was thrusting harder now, and my 
nipples were gently grazing the leather of the seat, backwards and 
forwards.

Jeremy bucked harder, and faster, and, ooh, COME ON, he kept losing the 
rhythm and having to stop and start again. The upholstery of the leather 
seat had a springy, bouncy life of its own, and we both bounced on it, and 
*he* bounced and my great big floppy tits bounced and every fucking 
thing bounced, all at different speeds. He started to make little noises, and 
I wondered what was happening to him. It was just beginning to feel the 
way it had when Baps had made love to me, but it was getting so ... he was 
pushing so fast ... "Oh, put it IN, Jeremy!" I shouted - he'd taken it out and 
put it back, what was the MATTER with him, why was he making that 
stupid noise - but then he just went faster and faster, then sort of slumped 
against me, and I felt him pull it out, and I was cold and sweaty and there 
was cold gooey juice all over my bottom and around my pussy.

The car smelled like the market on a hot Saturday after they'd taken all 
the stalls down.

He suddenly sat on the seat again, panting. I could see him as I looked 
behind me from my ridiculous kneeling position, and I sort of fell 
backwards into a cold, wet puddle on the chilly leather seat, still moaning 
away to myself, and trying to get my numb fingers to bring the feeling 
back, the feeling that had barely started, but then went away so soon. His 
arm went around my shoulder, but he felt tense, and nervous. And I felt 
...totally nothing! WAS THAT IT, THEN? Fourteen years of waiting just for 
that?

I leaned against him, but I felt choked up in my throat. It was just as well 
I didn't want to say anything. But there was nothing to say.

Ten minutes later I nudged him and said, "Let's get dressed, I'm cold."





Chapter 10:- Was That It, Then?

We met Smegs and Adrian in the village street as we came out of the alley. 
Adrian had known where we'd be. Together, we all walked back to my 
house, none of us saying much. The goodnight kisses were shorter than 
usual. I think even Smegs and Adrian showed a bit more passion than we 
did. Then the boys were off, down the road, and I saw them punch each 
other in mutual congratulation as they passed the street-lamp. (We got a 
result!) They didn't look back. We dragged ourselves indoors, called out 
goodnight to my parents and crept up the stairs.

Smegs sat on her camp bed and peered up at me as I stood looking at 
myself in the mirror. "Was it as bad as that, Shan?" She must have seen the 
tears as I turned around to face her.

"Does it show, Smegs? Do I look different?"

"You look as if you just learned something about boys! Don't worry, love. It 
usually gets better, they always say."

"But it should have been perfect! I wanted it to be perfect. Before, walking 
up the alley, touching each other. But ..." I felt the warmth of her standing 
close beside me, and I could smell her armpits, slightly sweaty, and rested 
my head against her full breasts. They felt warm and firm. What sort of 
disgusting filth did *I* smell like, I wondered. She hugged me, not saying a 
word. My tears flowed into her cleavage, trickled right through and down 
on to her firm belly, just above the elastic of her knickers where my hand 
was gently resting.

"Oh, Smegs! And I've lost my panties!"


**********

I suppose they found my panties when Mr Rawlings collected his car later 
in the week. I tried to remember how clean they'd been, but thought they 
might have become a little juicy while we were walking up the alley 
beside the garage. I never saw them nor heard of them, anyway. Maybe 
they didn't find them until weeks afterwards. Later, I often wondered 
what story Mr Rawlings had managed to dream up on the spur of the 
moment, or if his wife had gone home to her mother. Or maybe, after all 
that, Suggy had put them in his pocket.

Smegs was right. After she had undressed me and put me to bed, she lay 
close beside me until I fell asleep, kissing my tears away. In the morning, 
she didn't mention it, she was just extra lovely and kind and considerate. 
Suggy rang later in the day, and tried to apologise, but I told him there 
was nothing to be sorry about. I told him I needed some time to think, and 
would he mind if I phoned him later in the week. I wished later that I'd 
had time to get around to it, especially after his experience with Melissa 
Farbrace last year. Poor Suggy.


**********

It was while we were getting ready for bed that Smegs asked me if I 
wanted to tell her about the night in the car.

"I know it was rough, but it might help to talk about it," she said, looking at 
me with her head on one side, a bit like a dog. "One day, you'll laugh about 
the whole thing. Wanna tell me?"

"What, just so's you can have a laugh?"

"I won't laugh, Shan," she said, but I could see her starting to crack up 
already. She can't keep a straight face for five minutes.

"Oh, well! You know when you two went bombing off down the road, 
somewhere, and we hung back behind?" She nodded, still half grinning 
behind her hand. She disguised it by brushing her hair back and told me to 
go on. "Well, we snogged a bit, and I was getting turned on, and I sort of 
rubbed myself up against him, saying rude things ..."

"Rude?"

"Sexy things." I still wasn't happy using the word, not while I was talking 
about myself. "I asked him if he knew anywhere we could go where it was 
warm. And I suppose he'd planned it already, because we went straight to 
the garage and he let us in the back door."

"Adrian said he'd got a key. Go on!"

We got into this car, a Jaguar. It was all leather seats and stuff. There was 
lots of room in the back, but even so, it was still a car, so there wasn't 
enough room to get undressed properly and everything. It was all a bit too 
... squashed up to do anything. He went for my tits, and he said they felt 
big, and I took my top off and he got my bra off after a bit, and he was 
saying how big they were and sucking them and it was getting me hot and 
wet again. I wanted more than him just groping my tits."

Smegs was leaning forward, her eyes like saucers. Her nipples thrust at the 
front of her nightie, making great big creases that moved as she breathed. 
"Go ON!"

"So I got his jeans off, and my skirt, and ..."

"You ... how?"

"How what?"

"How did you get his jeans off?"

"I just undid them and pulled them down. Look, do you want to hear this 
or what?" She nodded her head until I thought it might drop off. Her boobs 
jiggled in time with her nodding. "There wasn't enough room, so I shoved 
him over to one side of the seat, and got up on my hands and knees, like 
this ..." and I crawled on to the bed, facing away from Smegs, with my bum 
in the air, so she could see everything. Wanton hussy.

"Doggy? You did it doggy fashion?" She sounded amazed.

"He got behind me and tried, but he couldn't find the hole ..."

"Clueless shit, Christ, it looks big enough from here...!"

I chose to ignore her cruel remark. "So I helped him and he got it in and 
started, but the seat was too bouncy and he kept losing it. Losing the 
rhythm. It came out once, and he had to put it back. He yelled a bit, 
anyone would think it hurt him, or something ..."

"As if it would ..."

"... and then he got faster and faster. I wanted him pressed against me, up 
against my thingy, up here, but he got faster and faster, then he did it. And 
took it out straight away. It was cold, and horrible, and smelly, and we just 
sat there for hours. Then I told him to get dressed. That was it!"

Smegs got up off her bed, and came over to mine, her nipples leading the 
way. I thought I'd better get off my hands and knees before she arrived, 
and she looked a bit disappointed. She sat next to me, our thighs touching, 
nearly sticking together with our sweat.

"It won't always be like that," she said. "It does get better."

"It couldn't get any worse."

"You wanna bet?" And she cracked up again. I couldn't stop myself, and we 
hugged each other, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Tell you what," she said when we'd stopped. "You've done it, which is 
more than most of the others have. And you didn't just do it lying on your 
back and thinking of England. You did it like a doggy! He'll be better next 
time."

"I'm not sure there'll *be* a next time, not with Suggy ..."

"There'll be loads of next times. Boys will be crawling through shit to get to 
you!"

"Oh, Smegs! POO!"


**********

After that, there was only the New Year to look forward to. Just as well we 
were all going over to Baps's parents for the evening. They had a HUGE 
crowd there, just about the whole village, apart from Suggy, and we played 
games and danced and ate like pigs and danced some more. I had too much 
to drink, or something. Maybe somebody gave me something a little 
stronger. I don't even remember midnight arriving. Smegs said I was 
under the table by then. Literally under the table, she said, I slid off my 
chair about eleven thirty and they'd made sure I was comfortable then left 
me there.

Smegsy told me all this the next morning, when I had a horrible headache, 
and everyone was being so noisy, and so bloody cheerful. I don't know 
what grown-ups see in getting drunk. Why do they always make such a 
big THING about it? They said I'd feel better when I'd been sick, which 
didn't exactly make me feel on top of the world, either.

Baps phoned, so Smegs told me, but I'd been in the bathroom, so she'd 
spoken to her herself. She, that is Smegs, had got off with some boy or 
other quite early in the evening, I'd seen them sneaking around outside 
sometime before I'd crashed, and later, it seemed, they'd seen in the New 
Year in the back garden in a fairly unorthodox manner. They deserved to 
freeze. She'd had to ask Baps this morning what his name was. Baps 
thought it was Will, or Willie, or something.

"He wasn't bad," she confided in me later, when my head felt better ...well, 
not better, just *numb*! "He must've lasted about forty minutes and I came 
three times, he must have been drunk or something." Then she saw my 
face and said, "Oh, Shan. I'm sorry. I just open my mouth and stick my foot 
in it every time." She wasn't just saying that, she really meant it, I could 
tell.

"It's all right, I'm over that now!" And I gave her a kiss on the cheek, but 
then I had to go to the bathroom and be sick again.





Chapter 11:- Back To School

The first day back at school after the holidays was always a bit special, 
whether you were looking forward to it or not. For Smegs and me, it was 
going to be an ordeal, until we found out how the other girls were going to 
react to our new, much bigger breasts. Much, much bigger! It was always a 
wild, exciting scene, that first day back; with parents dropping off their 
daughters, kissing goodbye, unloading bags and suitcases.

Then there were always the girls who had walked from the station, or 
clubbed together to take a taxi. Smegs and I had arrived at the station at 
the same time as the twins, as luck would have it, and we all grabbed the 
next available taxi and came swishing up the gravel drive of St Cat's in fine 
style.

At least, all dressed in our winter clothes, our new figures weren't going to 
attract much attention, that would come later. We lugged our bags in the 
front door and up the stairs to the dormitory. All four of us were in a 
funny sort of pumped-up state (if you know what I mean!), and despite 
the usual January blues, I think we were all looking forward to school 
again, although in different ways. There was so much to tell the others!

The twins had a lot to tell us, too. They'd hardly stopped chattering all the 
way here in the taxi. They'd been back to their cousins' house, where 
they'd spent the Summer holiday. This time, they said, they'd brought back 
some photographs of their cousins, which we would NOT believe! I 
wondered what they meant by that. Typical of the twins to try and build 
up the drama like that, instead of coming right out and saying it. What 
*did* they mean? Did their cousins have two heads? Were they fantastic 
*boys*? Or beautiful girls? Did they have gigantic tits?

Tits were featuring quite strongly in my thoughts, as you can tell!

There were two new girls in our dorm. Dorks was showing them where to 
put their stuff as we burst in through the door. Trust Dorks to muscle in on 
the newbies before they got settled in. Dunno what sort of a first 
impression they would get of St Cat's from that. Dorks brought them over 
to meet us as we dumped our bags on the beds. She *did* have a 
moustache, I'm sure!

"These are the two new girls, Tessa Madely and Virginia O'Hara." And 
Dorks rattled off all our names. She told the new girls, "They'll look after 
you, see you're settled in and everything. Anything you don't understand, 
ask them, okay?" Then she roared off; perhaps she was going to lurk at the 
front door in wait for another victim.

Tessa was a tall, sad-looking dark-haired girl - nearly six feet, she must 
have been - and thin. I hoped her bed would be long enough for her, or 
her stay here would be misery. Virginia was very slim, too, but less than 
five feet, and a redhead. She looked full of fun. I liked her, and I was sure 
we were going to get on. Without thinking, I had turned to unpack my bags 
and take my coat off while talking to her, asking where she came from, 
where she had been to school before she joined St Cat's.

Virginia answered all the questions I fired at her, and shot back a few of 
her own. Then I turned back towards her as I laid out my pictures of 
Mother and Dad on my bedside locker.

"Gosh, *you're* big, aren't you! I wish I had a pair like yours," laughed 
Virginia, amid a sudden silence. The twins turned round to see what the 
crazy newbie was talking about. THEY were the ones with the big ones, not 
Shan.

I had a feeling this was the moment of truth, or whatever the Spaniards 
call it.

Cindy gasped. So did Melanie. She would, of course. Slowly, they 
approached across the dorm and stood by my bed. "Where did you get 
those?" Cindy accused me, as if I'd pinched them out of her locker while 
she was away. Virginia stared at her.

Melanie had come closer and was staring at my titties with something like 
professional interest. "You can't have grown as much as *that*: what have 
you got stuffed in your bra?"

"Nothing, Mel," I explained quietly, "it's all me."

"You had *nothing* when you left here at Christmas. You come back here 
three weeks later in the New Year with whopping great zonkas and you 
say it's all you! Come on, show us. You've got your socks tucked in there." 
She revised her estimate upwards. "Or you've brought some spare pillows 
from home!"

"No. They just grew. So did Smegs's!" Too late, I glanced at Smegs who was 
shaking her head, NO, NO. NOOOOO! at me. She went bright red as all four of 
the other girls stared at her instead of me.

"Bloody Hell, Smegs," said Melanie, faintly, "you're bigger than Cindy." And 
Melanie didn't really want to admit it, but Smegs was bigger than *her* as 
well.

Virginia didn't seem to understand. How could two girls go home for 
Christmas and come back with breasts that had grown so much that other 
girls could look at them and not believe them. This was a funny old sort of 
a school, she seemed to be thinking, looking around from one to the other 
of us. Here she was, surrounded by four fourteen-year-old girls with 
bigger than forty-inch busts. She looked over at Tessa, who was a bit more 
normal-looking, then down at her own non-existent ones. Was she 
wondering whether hers were going to go the same way as ours? For all I 
knew, they might!

Cindy thought of something. "I was going to show you the pictures of our 
cousins, wasn't I?" Anything to take the subject off tits, I thought.

"Yeah, let's see. Are they dishy?"

She rummaged in one of her bags, and came up with a yellow folder. She 
took out a wad of glossy five by sevens, and flicked through the first one 
or two. "There," she handed me one, "that's our older cousin, she's eighteen, 
with us and one of her babies."

She was trying to shock me. I didn't take the bait. The picture showed the 
twins, in tight white sweaters, standing one on either side of a taller girl in 
a loose-fitting top. She had a baby in her arms. She seemed to have a very 
large bust, but it wasn't too easy to see.

"Here she is again." The baby was still in the way of her tits. What was the 
matter with me? Why was I looking for huge tits everywhere all the time? 
I passed the pictures on to Smegs as Cindy handed me another. "Here she 
is without the baby."

"Oh!" It seemed rude to say what I really meant, 'Fuck me, look at those!!!' 
The cousin was enormous! "What did you say she was, eighteen?"

Cindy was enjoying this. "Only eighteen. And she's got two babies. She's 
feeding, which helps to explain her bust." Smegs gasped as I handed her 
the latest photograph. "Here she is again!" crowed Cindy, dealing me 
another, with the girl standing sideways. They were like watermelons!

And Cindy savoured her moment of triumph. "And this is Tanya. She's still 
only fourteen!"

This time, I did say it! "Oh, fucking hell, Cin, she's unbelievable!" The next 
six photographs were all of Tanya, and she looked more incredible in each 
one.

"Her bust is 85-inches! She's always been huge, and she's still growing, of 
course, being our age, or just a little bit older! I thought you might be 
impressed", she said with satisfaction as Smegs and I sat and drooled over 
Tanya's pictures. We had never imagined such a woman could exist! We 
still had a long way to go.


**********

Next morning, there we all were in assembly. There were plenty of the 
girls who hadn't yet seen Smegs's and my new tits, and their reaction was 
pleasing. We all stood waiting for the members of the teaching staff to file 
in and stand on the platform, facing us.

After that, we sang the traditional hymn, 'Lord Behold Us With Thy 
Blessing.' I thought it was a bit rotten having to sing that on the first day, 
since it had the same tune as 'Lord Dismiss Us ...' which we always sang 
with a lot more enthusiasm on the last day of term.

There was a lot of whispering from the girls in front. The young girls 
always do whisper a lot, and act like children in assembly. We always try 
to ignore them. But this time it was getting more and more widespread. 
Some girls were laughing out loud and turning to each other. I felt 
somehow embarrassed at this disturbance. It wasn't right. There would be 
trouble, you mark my words.

"What are they saying?" Smegs whispered next to me. It sounds like 
'Moggie'. The whispering spread closer to us. "It *is* 'Moggie' they're 
saying. What about her?"

"She's there, on the back row, behind Floosie Williams. She's there, why are 
they ... oooh, Smegs. LOOK at her. Look at Moggie!"

Like a wave, the whispering had reached us and washed over, passing us 
by and leaving us in stunned silence. We stood  in rows and stared at 
Moggie Anderson, the scrawny, skinny chemistry teacher. Not any more! 
Moggie was wearing what looked like her usual blouse and cardigan. But 
under the blouse and cardigan was an enormous pair of breasts! "Look at 
them!" gasped Smegs. "They are gigantic!"

I craned forward to see if I could spot the twins. There they were, over to 
the left. Cindy was gaping slack-jawed at the teacher's brand new 
incredible figure. Melanie had her hand over her mouth. "Are they real?" I 
asked Smegs, although she could have had no more idea than me.

"We'll see, soon enough. We've got her this afternoon."

The rest of assembly passed in a blur. The hissing whispers kept running 
around the hall, and of all the girls packed in there, every eye must have 
been on Moggie at some stage. The teachers filed off the stage and 
dispersed to their classrooms. We dismissed and went in a state of high 
excitement to our first class, Floosie Williams, mathematics.

Floosie had to shout to make herself heard. "Quiet!. QUIET! I never heard 
such a row. Sit down, and shut up. Now, what is the reason for this 
unruliness and disturbance?" As if she didn't know. She was glowering 
round the room, and she picked on me. "Shan, stand up!" I did, and a few 
of the girls got their first close-up view of my breasts. Whispering broke 
out again, about me this time. Floosie seemed to realise that I hadn't been 
the best choice. But she'd asked me to stand up, now. She had to go 
through with it. "Now, what is the reason for all this chit-chat?"

"Sorry, Miss, I really don't know, Miss. It's just normal tit-chat, as far as I 
know, Miss." I finished the sentence but nobody heard it. Floosie went so 
red she was almost purple. "Megan!" she called, and Smegs got to her feet. 
Uproar! Floosie looked round as if she suspected a conspiracy of some sort. 
Why did every girl she asked to stand up suddenly have breasts three 
times as big as they had been at the end of last term? She never got a grip 
of the class after that. In the end, she gave us a great long list of questions, 
banging them down on each desk, then she retired behind her desk and 
said nothing for the rest of the period.


**********

As lunchtime came closer, about ten minutes before the bell was due to 
sound for the end of morning lessons, a girl came in and handed a note to 
Floosie. She scanned it, with almost a hunted expression on her face. Then 
she turned the note over and looked on the back. Nothing there. She 
cleared her throat, and called me and Smegs up to the front of the class. 
Giggles broke out, and stopped when Floosie banged her hand on the desk 
top.

"This note," she said, "is from Miss Anderson. She asks if you would kindly 
visit her in her staff room immediately, before luncheon." I ask you, who 
ever says 'luncheon'. We looked at each other and Smegs gave a shrug. 
Floosie looked at us as if we could offer some sort of explanation, but got 
nothing. "Right, dismissed. Off you go. At once."

So we did, across the playground, under the covered way and into the staff 
rooms. There was Moggie's over there. Smegs knocked. A voice said 
"Enter". We entered. And there, perched on the edge of a desk, sat Moggie. 
And from this close, there was absolutely no doubt. Miss Moggie 
Anderson's breasts were enormous!





Chapter 12:- Trapped

Moggie looked at us as we came in and shut the door. She took a deep 
breath. Very deep. I thought she was going to burst, she swelled up so 
much. She was as big as me and Smegs put together, as big as both twins. 
Her tits stuck out more than a foot in front of her. "Sit down, girls. I think, 
before this term gets very much older, we're going to have to have a little 
chat."

"Yes, Miss!" we chorused dutifully, still in awe of her breasts.

"Shan, first of all, I want to offer you my deepest thanks for what 
happened in the lab before Christmas. Undoubtedly, your prompt action 
saved my life, as well as that of Megan. I should also add something else. I 
wondered, over the Christmas holiday, about some of the apparent ... 
effects of the accident in the lab." She looked down at her chest and shook 
her head as if still not quite believing it herself. Then she looked at mine, 
and Smegs's.

Moggie went on. "We all seem to have suffered some sort of a change. In 
my case, it was, I can admit privately to the two of you, a surprise, 
certainly, but a very welcome one! Perhaps you yourselves are as pleased 
...?" She looked at us with her head to one side, waiting for an answer. We 
both nodded, blushing.

"Mine ... er, my, well, my chest seems to have grown more than yours, but 
you are both still growing girls. You could grow some more. But I would 
like to ask some questions if I may." And she did. She produced a thick 
little notebook and quizzed us about the way we had felt, the first time we 
had felt anything in our breasts, how had they grown, all at once or several 
times?

She noted down our answers carefully, sometimes making little ticks 
against a question she had written down in front of her. At last, she closed 
her notebook with satisfaction.

"Now, what I have to say next will be in strictest confidence." She looked at 
us both sternly, and we felt ourselves shrinking in our shoes. "Listen 
carefully. I have done some tests on the substance which escaped from the 
apparatus in the lab. It took the form of a heavier-than-air gas which we 
inhaled in some quantity, Myself and Megan inhaled more than you, Shan. 
It has almost certainly affected the size of our breasts." We looked at each 
other. If we had wondered secretly about it, here it was, confirmed. A 
teacher said so: it must be true.

"What I intend is to continue my, or our, experimentations. It is probable 
that such a process as we have experienced could have commercial 
possibilites. My salary as a teacher is no more than comfortable. I could 
readily use an addition to my income. If we tell no-one, and I do mean no-
one, we could develop and market our process to women the world over! 
Believe me, there is a demand for these things out there."

"Now. I want you to go away and think about this. Between yourselves. Do 
not include any other of the girls in your discussions. Take a week to think 
about it. I will continue my tests during that time." She took a deep breath, 
and Smegs and I stood back a pace or two, gasping.

"Right, off you go!"


**********

And we did. We talked about it several times that week, and decided, yes, 
we were interested in this effect as Moggie called it. The Moggie Effect, we 
thought. A good title for it. It would be in all the chemistry textbooks in a 
few years' time. We decided we would write down a few questions and ask 
Moggie. Only then would we decide whether to help her.

We wondered why she had asked us about it anyway. Then Smegs 
suggested that Moggie hadn't known if we'd worked out the likely cause of 
our dramatic development and made the connection with the lab accident. 
The chances were that we would have anyway, once we had seen Moggie's 
new breasts. So she had told us, to keep the secret among the three of us, 
and make it safe.

I didn't know about that. Anyone seeing the three of us could have put two 
and two together and made five. It wouldn't be long before someone 
worked out that chemistry lab disaster plus girls equals big tits.

Even so, whether or not Moggie went ahead and sold this magic gas, I still 
reckoned it needed testing out. As I told Smegs, it's all very well bottling 
this gas or whatever she's got in mind, but we can't just start selling it to 
women without testing it. I mean, it might not work with some women, or 
it might work too well. 'We need to try it out on somebody else,' I'd said.

"Who could we use as a guinea pig?" Smegs had asked as we sat one night 
on our beds in the almost empty dormitory. And just at that moment, 
Dorks walked in, accompanied by Virginia O'Hara.

"I've just been showing Virginia the new locker rooms by the hockey 
field," Dorks announced to no-one in particular. "There you are, Ginny, see 
you later, perhaps..." Dorks left the room in search of her next victim.

"Is she one of those lesbians, do you think?" Virginia asked, innocently.

'You can't always tell just by looking at them,' I thought, trying my hardest 
not to imagine little Virginia with a pair of tits. And failing.


**********

We knocked and Moggie called for us to come in. The first sight of Moggie 
was still enough to make the mind boggle, even thought we'd seen her only 
a few days before. The old, flat-chested Moggie had never been a very 
attentive dresser. Her clothes always seemed to have been selected at 
random, perhaps in the dark. Now she was different.

Her skirt was too short for a teacher. We felt uncomfortable just looking at 
her. It didn't help that Moggie was perched on the edge of her desk with 
her legs crossed. Not just crossed at the ankles, one thigh was crossed right 
over the other one, making her skirt ride up so that the tops of her 
stockings were visible. As I watched, she wiggled her bottom into a more 
comfortable position, giving me a glimpse of her white silky panties. This 
was embarrassing.

Her shoes were high-heeled, and one of them dangled on her toe as her 
foot danced up and down. I had to tear my eyes away from her feet and 
legs and thighs. But that only brought my eyes to her bust. It was tightly 
encased in a white blouse, with the top three buttons undone. There was 
cleavage visible in the V of her neckline. Her bra was black; you could see 
its outline through the stretched-taut material of the blouse. And you 
could see it through the gaps between the buttons of the blouse, where the 
swell of her breasts was too generous for her bra and her blouse. Was she 
still growing?

I thought suddenly I must have spoken the question out loud, and blushed. 
"Yes! You noticed, Shan. I grew two inches last night. Is *yours* always at 
night?" She looked at me.

"Not every time," I murmured, thinking of the afternoon with Jeremy in 
my bedroom. "The first time was in the afternoon." Smegs added that hers 
had been in the early morning, and Moggie opened her notebook and made 
a few notes, underlining them heavily three times.

"And you, Megan, what were you doing when they started to grow?" Just 
like that, she came right out with it. Smegs answered immediately without 
thinking.

"I was playing in bed, Miss." She went scarlet. "Playing with myself!"

"And you, Shan?"

"Kissing! My ... my ex-boyfriend (I felt Smegs's eyes looking at me) was 
feeling my titties ... my breasts." This was a nightmare. True confessions!

Again, the notes were underlined, then Moggie closed the book with a 
final-sounding little 'plop'. "I was masturbating as well," she smiled at us 
both. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I bring myself off about ten times a 
day. And Shan, I'm sorry about your boyfriend."

Moggie stood up, and tugged the hem of her skirt down to something like 
mid-thigh. "Right, then. I take it you've considered what we spoke of last 
week. What conclusions have you come to?"

Smegs pulled a piece of paper from her shirt pocket. "We've got a few 
questions, Miss."

"Good! Shows you've given it some thought. Go on, then, fire away."

"It's mostly about testing, Miss. You ... we can't market this stuff as a 
breast-enlarging treatment unless it's been tested in hundreds of live 
experiments. What about guinea-pigs?"

"I already tested it on rats and mice. Once I determined the appropriate 
dose, the results were most consistent," said Moggie, consulting a printout 
busily, then folding it and laying it on the desk. She turned to Smegs again. 
"Did you mean guinea-pigs, or ... '*guinea-pigs*'?"

Smegs looked at me for support. I spoke up. "It will have to be tried on 
women, sometime. Eventually, before it's sold, it will have to be tried out 
on a woman. Several women. Maybe hundreds."

"You mean, a whole school-full of young women?"

This was outrageous. She couldn't be thinking of trying it out on the entire 
school. I imagined Virginia O'Hara with tits again. And Nessa, and the 
twins, even bigger than they already were. She couldn't! Could she?

"Perhaps, eventually, a complete year of girls," Moggie offered. But first, 
we need one girl. Ideally, a girl with no development at all. It will be less 
confusing. Later, if it comes to it, we can test some more well-developed 
ones and see if the results are consistent." I looked at Smegs, and at 
Moggie. No consistency there. Smegs had *some* breasts before, and she 
was big now. Moggie had none at all, and now she was huge! And I had 
been small, but still bigger than Moggie, and I was smaller than Smegs. No, 
there *must* be something else. Moggie was getting too bound up with 
this, and losing sight of reality.

"I want you to select a girl. In your class. In your dormitory. That way you 
can keep an eye on her, night and day. An undeveloped girl. By tonight, 
please!"


**********

"Is she going off her head, Smegs?"

We walked a few more paces down the corridor, then Smegs stopped and 
wheeled round. "We should never have started this. We should have told 
her to get lost straight away."

"What could she do to us if we went back in there and said no. And went 
and told the Head?"

"Who would they believe, Moggie, or us? Talk me through it, Shan! We go 
and see Head and what do we say? 'Oh, please, Miss. It's Miss Anderson, 
Miss. She's developing a miracle breast enlarging treatment and she wants 
to sell it, and she's forcing us to help her.' Who are they going to believe?"

"So, let's just not help her. What can she do?"

"She could do anything she liked. If she wanted, she could get us expelled. 
She's a *teacher*!"

We walked on. Up the stairs and into the dormitory.

"Hi, Virginia! If you've got a free period over the next couple of days, could 
you give us a hand with our chemistry project?"


**********

And so it came to pass, that a couple of days later we took Virginia into the 
chemistry lab after classes had finished. Moggie greeted us with a tight 
little smile and looked Virginia up and down, finally nodding with 
approval. "Yes, that will be fine," she said, and Virginia looked at her, 
puzzled by the remark.

Moggie had showed us the means of administering the gas. Later, she said, 
when it was in production, it would be compressed and stored in a can 
with a plastic mouthpiece. For now, she intended to give Virginia a small 
dose of anaesthetic, and give her the gas while she was briefly 
unconscious. I wasn't happy with that, but what could I say? Smegs had 
shrugged helplessly.

Virginia was sitting at Moggie's desk, reading some notes the teacher had 
said were relevant to the project. They were, in fact, something to do with 
the extraction of gas from coal. Virginia was reading slowly through the 
closely-typed pages, occasionally looking up with total incomprehension on 
her face. She might have felt a small scratch on her bare arm, in fact she 
looked down and brushed at it. A moment later, Moggie supported the girl 
as she slumped in the chair.

It took only a few seconds to hold the mask to her face while Smegs added 
the contents of a small beaker to the crystals in a spherical flask. The 
contents fizzed up straight away, and a cloudy white gas passed up the 
neck of the flask, then shot quickly down a glass tube to the mask. Virginia 
stirred in her chair, and gave a little jerk.

"Now!" said Moggie, and I whipped the mask off the girl's face and Smegs 
carried the whole bubbling apparatus away to the newly-rebuilt fume 
cupboard. "Quickly," urged Moggie, and Smegs nearly dropped the whole 
lot as she hurried across the room. I heard the clatter as she set it down, 
almost upsetting the flask. Some of the gas escaped, and swirled around 
heavily before it was sucked away by the extraction fans.

Virginia sat up straight, and looked for her place in the project notes. She 
tried a few more times to make sense of the scientific gobbledygook, then 
was overcome by a fit of coughing. Her eyes watered, and she couldn't 
stop. Moggie sat her forward in her chair, patting her back, but it did no 
good. "Get her some water," she told Smegs, and held the glass to Virginia's 
lips. It must have been several minutes before the girl had stopped 
coughing and spluttering long enough to take a sip of water.

"Take the notes back with you, and read them at your leisure. They're not 
all that important, but they'll give you some background on the project the 
girls are working on. Have another drink, then I'll have to throw you all 
out and get myself set up ready for the morning."

Virginia was still coughing as we left the lab. It had even spread to Smegs, 
who was coughing, too.





Chapter 13:-Our Business Is Expanding

"We must be patient," Moggie told us. "The dose was carefully metered for 
the girl's weight and build. We can expect the first signs to occur within 
the next 24 hours. Today is Thursday, so unless we are very unfortunate, 
Virginia will start to respond before the weekend. Then there should be no 
more action for several days after that."

We were helpless. Moggie had trapped us into luring Virginia into the lab 
for this live experiment. Like a rat. Now, she was calmly plotting when our 
dormitory-friend was going to start 'responding' to the treatment. So cold-
blooded, it all was.

Smegs looked preoccupied as Moggie went on and on about the right 
dosage for a girl's size. She was gently but insistently rubbing her breast. 
She stopped when I looked at her, and looked guilty, jerking her hand 
away and brushing back her hair. I made a mental note to tackle her about 
it as soon as we got back to our room.

Somehow, the opportunity never came up.

When we got back to the dorm, Virginia and long tall Tessa were the only 
ones there. Tessa said the twins had been there until five minutes before, 
but had gone off to post some letters. She was brushing her hair in front of 
the full-length mirror by the door. She had to bend down to see the top of 
her head. She stood with her feet wide apart and bent her knees in 
towards each other, like a giraffe at a water-hole. There was a picture in 
our geography textbook just like her.

Virginia was lying back on her bed leaning on her pillow, looking 
uncomfortable. She was rubbing her chest, and had a pained expression on 
her pretty face. I went over to her bed, which was next to mine. "You all 
right, Gin?"

She took her hand away from her chest. "Fine. Just a funny feeling in here, 
like an ache, or a tingle. I suppose I ate my dinner too fast or something." I 
happened to glance over at Smegs, who wasn't paying any attention to us, 
and sorting out a pile of books for the next day. At least, that was what 
Smegs was doing with one hand. With the other, she was holding her left 
breast, as if trying to get rid of a certain feeling.


**********

It happened that night, of course. Just as Moggie had said it would. It said 
12.34 on my digital alarm clock when I sat up in bed. Over the door at the 
end of the room, the one leading into the corridor, there was a small 
window, so it was never completely dark in the dorm, with the dim light 
from the corridor filtering in. Smegs was sitting up, as if she had just had a 
bad dream. Next to my bed, the covers of Virginia's bed had been thrown 
back, and she was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Gin?" I hissed at Smegs across the room.

"Dunno! I was asleep until something woke me up. Shan, I think it's 
happening again! Is yours?"

"Nothing. What about Gin? Do you think she's started? I'm going to look in 
the loo." And I slipped out of bed and went out into the corridor, turning 
right to get to the toilets. One of the cubicle doors were closed. A memory 
came back to me of Baps in the village hall, the night I nearly missed 
Suggy. I knocked softly on the closed door. Three, then two. "Gin? You in 
there?"

"Shan? Oh, Shan, thank God it's you, I thought it might have been Dorks! 
I'm scared!"

"What's the matter?, I asked, knowing the answer.

"It's my chest. I felt this pain, and got up, and then ... oh, it's no use! You'll 
see soon enough. You'd better look."

The door opened cautiously, as if she was afraid I might have Dorks, or the 
entire school, out here with me. Virginia peered out. Normally, in bed, she 
wore a loose, baggy T-shirt that came down to her knees. She wasn't 
wearing it any more. She had it in her hand as she emerged from the 
cubicle, holding the shirt across her chest. Slowly, she lowered it. "Look," 
she whispered.

I looked, all right!

Virginia had been completely flat-chested before the start of this 
experiment. I was fully prepared to find that the gas had worked, perhaps 
to the extent that her nipples would have puffed up as mine had at first. 
Even that she now had some darling little A-cups. I would probably have 
drawn the line at B-cups.

The thought of C-cups, like I had after my second surge of development, 
never entered my head. Certainly not D-cups, like Smegs's after she had 
arrived for Christmas. And absolutely not E-cups, like mine were now. Nor 
whatever Smegs's were, FF's!

Which was a pity, because Virginia's had swelled to a mighty pair of 
cantaloupes that thrust straight out from her rib-cage. They were bigger 
than mine, of course. They were bigger than Cindy's, bigger than Melanie's. 
They were far bigger even than Smegs's. They were as big as Moggie's! On 
Virginia's tiny frame, they looked unbelievable! 'Oh, Moggie,' I thought, 
'you really fucked up this time!'

"Stay here," I told her. "I'll go and get Smegs. She might have an idea what 
to do." As I ran back to the dorm, I thought it might be a good idea to wake 
up Moggie as well, since this was all the result of her crazy idea.

Smegs was still sitting up in bed, with the sheets pulled up under her chin, 
her head in her hands. In the dim light, I hurried over to her and touched 
her arm. She jerked upright and looked at me. "Quick, come to the loos. 
Virginia's in there. She's grown!"

Smegs looked as though she was still asleep, sitting up. She shook her head, 
and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, but still didn't stand up. I'd 
taken off like Lassie trying to lead her master to the rescue of the girl 
trapped in the cave with the tide coming in. I went back, and shook her 
shoulder. She brushed her hair back, still sitting there, all hunched up.

Finally, she spoke. "Shan, you'd better have a look at these ..." and she sat 
up straight, pulling her shoulders back.

"Oh, no, Smegs! Not you, too?"


**********

Yes, her too.

I had taken my friend by the hand and almost dragged her out of the 
dorm. The last thing we needed was someone waking up and finding 
everything out before we had worked out what to do. We went down the 
corridor and into the toilets where Virginia had scuttled back into the 
cubicle when she heard us coming. She peered out, her red hair framing 
her pretty little frightened face.

Only then did I turn round and see just how big Smegs had grown. Virginia 
gasped when she saw her and came out of the cubicle, her naked breasts 
swaying heavily in front of her, despite her trying to hold them still with a 
tiny-looking hand. I looked from her to Smegs and back again. Smegs 
looked like an erotic cartoon. Her boobs were the size of watermelons and 
they filled her T-shirt so completely that the seams were almost splitting 
under the strain.

"Can you help me get this off," Smegs said, trying to reach down past her 
breasts to find the hem of her shirt. She couldn't see it, and she could 
hardly reach it. I went round behind her and managed to tug the T-shirt 
up over the swell of her hips and bottom, but it was still clinging tightly to 
her around the waist. Virginia came round to help me, her own whoppers 
getting in her way as she heaved and pulled at the almost bursting shirt.

"We might need to fetch some scissors," I said, feeling desperate.

"You're not cutting *my* T-shirt!" Smegs said indignantly, "this is my fave 
nightie!" With a great grunt, she grabbed the back of the shirt and pulled it 
up inside-out over her head. That was where it stuck. Her shoulders were 
bare, but her head was still inside, and her monster breasts, of course. We 
turned her round and looked at her from the front. There was just a 
glimpse of the undersides of her breasts where they joined her chest, but 
no matter what we did, we couldn't get the T-shirt off. I turned her round 
again to look at the problem from another angle. "Stop turning me fucking 
round!" came a muffled voice from inside the shirt, "I'm getting sodding 
giddy in here." It wasn't nice to hear such language from the innocent lips 
of a young girl.

Smegs had set off somewhere on her own, to try and get away from me, 
but she couldn't see where she was going and kept blundering into things. 
She cannoned blindly off Virginia, and sat in one of the wash-basins. 
Virginia, who hadn't quite got the knack of balancing with thirty-
something pounds of cantilevered flesh in front of her chest, crashed into 
me, and we tumbled helplessly to the floor in a great heap of girl. It was 
mostly tit, and most of the tit was Virginia's. "Ooofff!" she grunted as she 
landed on top of me, all the breath driven out of her. By the time I had got 
my face out from under Virginia's boobies, there was no sign of Smegs at 
all!

"Where's she gone?" I squealed, but Virginia could only shake her head as 
she looked up at me from the floor. She had got up on to her hands and 
knees, her nipples actually resting on the cold tiled floor. She looked down 
at them as if just remembering they were there. I shot out of the door, just 
in time to see Smegs right down at the end of the corridor, bouncing off 
both walls; the T-shirt still firmly over her head. She disappeared round 
the corner, heading for the outside world.

I set off after her, and I could hear Virginia's bare feet padding along 
behind me. I couldn't swear to it, but I think I could hear her tits slapping 
against her rib-cage, too. We came round the corner. The outside door was 
wide open, and we went out. But in the darkness outside there was no sign 
of Smegs anywhere. Virginia stood close behind me as we shivered on the 
frosty grass. I could feel the thrust of her enormous nipple against my 
bottom.

"Let's get back inside, she might not have gone out," I said, without much 
hope, and we went in, closing the door behind us. Somewhere out there, on 
a below-zero night, my bestest friend was wandering blindly about with 
her nightie stuck firmly over her head, bumping into things. Another of 
my friends was clinging to me, whimpering with cold and the shock of 
finding herself the proud owner of fifty-odd inches of instant home-grown 
tit.

With a feeling that I was letting my friend down, I led Virginia back to her 
bed, helped her into it, not an easy task, and then got into my own bed. I 
may have slept, eventually, but I didn't snore like a pig, as Virginia did 
after about seven minutes. She was probably dreaming that it was all a 
dream, and she'd be back to 28 inches when she woke up. Well, she was 
going to be wrong about that.





Chapter 14:- Rude Awakening

I knew it wasn't a dream when I woke up next morning and looked across 
at Smegs's empty bed. She hadn't come home like a lost dog in the middle 
of the night. She was still out there with her shirt over her head, 
blundering into walls and things. Or perhaps *I* had dreamt the whole 
thing and Smegs had just nipped out to the toilets. I looked to my left, half 
hoping to see that Virginia was her old flat-chested self.

She wasn't. She was still asleep, on her back, snoring softly. Where her flat 
chest should have been was a substantial mound under the covers. Heigh 
ho! I pulled the covers over my head and wished the world would go 
away. Any moment now, the twins and the rest of the girls would wake up; 
they would see Virginia's breasts, and all hell would break loose. I was not 
going to be able to handle this. Fourteen-year-old girls should not have to 
handle things like this. I wanted my Mummy.

An extra loud snort came from Virginia's bed and she turned over making 
wet mouth noises just as a pillow came flying across the room from the 
direction of Melanie's bed. It was a good shot. Virginia groaned, stirred and 
sat upright in bed, then gave a shriek as she felt the weight of her breasts 
hanging from her chest. She looked down and shrieked again, then turned 
to me as if to say, '*you* were in my dream, why can't you make these go 
away?'

You can't have girls shrieking all over the place first thing in the morning 
without having other girls waking up in a foul mood. Both twins and Nessa 
sat up and started a stream of fluent industrial language aimed at Virginia. 
They started it, but that was as far as they got. Both twins and Nessa 
stopped cursing and gaped at Virginia in awestruck silence. The twins 
looked at each other and pointed at Virginia. Finally, Cindy found her 
voice. "You've got tits!" True, certainly, but hardly adequate under the 
circumstances.

Virginia nodded in agreement. "They grew last night," she confirmed. We 
were all making a pretty good job of stating the obvious this morning. I 
thought I'd better put in my three pennyworth.

"Smegs has disappeared."

They looked at her bed. "Where's she gone?" Nessa asked.

"If I knew that, I'd go and fetch her back!" I shouted. She got her tits stuck 
in her nightie last night after Gin's and her boobs grew. Her nightie was 
over her head, and she went off somewhere without being able to see 
where she was going. Outside."

The others looked at me, silently agreeing that this was indeed an odd way 
to behave, even for Smegs. It was Cindy who mentally replayed what I had 
just said, and cried out, "Her tits grew as well. Christ, she was bigger than 
any of us already!"

"If there was any doubt about it before, it's no contest now. She's as big as 
Moggie." That shut them up. Melanie got out of bed naked and wobbled 
over to Smegs's bed, turning back the cover as if she could be hiding in 
there while we discussed her in loud voices. Then she wandered over to 
Virginia, who had pulled the sheets up under her chin, and prodded at 
about the right spot with a finger. It met solid resistance and brought a 
yelp from Virginia.

Melanie retreated backwards, staring as the redhead flung back the sheets 
and leaped out of bed, hitting the floor with her legs already running. She 
should really have practised it beforehand, as the weight of her bust sent 
her staggering across the room. She grabbed at Melanie in panic, and the 
two naked girls reeled unstoppably on to Cindy's bed, piling up there in a 
grunting heap.

Then the door opened, and Dorks came in.


**********

She was not alone.

Smegs was with her, wrapped in a blanket. One hand hung down outside 
the blanket. It held the remains of Smegs's favourite ex-nightie, from 
which someone had liberated her with a pair of scissors. She had an 
expression on her face that I could only describe as hang-dog. I mean, I'd 
heard the word before, but this was the first time I'd realised what it 
meant.

Then there were the two police constables. One was a woman. There 
probably had to be a woman policeman present when dealing with cases of 
huge-breasted teenagers wandering the countryside blindfolded on frosty 
nights. The law is pedantic about things like that. The other was a man, 
who had taken his helmet off and tucked it under his arm. I had heard 
somewhere that it took the skins of twenty rabbits to make one 
policeman's helmet.

Rabbits seemed far from the constable's thoughts as he gazed at Cindy's 
bed, where the confusion had died down, leaving a naked pair of very 
well-developed twins, sitting one on each side of an extremely well-
developed redhead on the edge of the bed. They were watching him 
watching them. Virginia adjusted her position to scratch herself. A natural 
redhead, he observed. He was obviously destined for higher things in the 
police service. Right now, he was thoroughly enjoying his job as a humble 
constable.

After searching mentally through his training manuals for a few moments, 
the policeman could come up with no idea as to what offence was being 
committed here, and he decided to go with the flow. This sort of thing 
didn't happen to him every day, one could safely assume.

Bringing up the rear was Moggie Anderson, dressed in a nightie, a sight 
which earlier had made the constable's day, although to be fair, he hadn't 
yet seen the twins and Virginia up to then. Moggie was looking at Virginia 
with a smile of triumph on her face. 'It worked,' she seemed to be saying. 
Until then, she hadn't really recovered from the shock she experienced 
when the Law delivered Smegs to her bedroom door at seven in the 
morning.

Right now, I half expected her to bring out her notebook from her 
cleavage, and start taking notes. I bet there's a law against that. This would 
have been an ideal opportunity to spring to my feet and denounce Moggie 
as a charlatan, an infidel and an inflater of young girls, but I always was a 
coward. This situation called for Baps. She would have weighed in with 
some well-chosen words and unmasked the wretched woman on the spot. 
They would have handcuffed her and cautioned her that she wasn't 
obliged to say anything, but that anything she did say would be taken 
down and used in evidence so help me God. I don't think that end bit is 
right.

Instead, Moggie pushed herself to the front of the little tableau, 
shouldering Dorks aside from where she had been standing, transfixed by 
the sight of those six huge naked young breasts in front of her very eyes.

"I think, constable," she said firmly, "that The School (she said it with 
capital letters) can deal with this matter from now on. No offence has, I 
think, been committed?" The policeman had to agree with her. "Then I will 
thank you for your valued assistance, and ask Miss Dawkes to accompany 
you to the main gate."

And they left, without a murmur. Just like that. I want to be a teacher one 
day.


**********

We just stood there. Or, in the case of the threesome on Cindy's bed. 
Nobody moved, apart from Virginia, who was scratching herself intimately 
again. I hoped she hadn't got fleas in her pubic hair, things like that could 
spread like wildfire through a girls' dormitory. The whole room-full of girls 
waited expectantly for Moggie to speak.

"You've all had a bit of a rude awakening this morning, and some of you, at 
least, a disturbed night. I want you all to carry on about your normal 
business now. Megan," she touched Smegs on the shoulder, making her 
jump about a third of a metre into the air. (Most people would have said 'a 
foot in the air' but St Cat's has gone metric.) She waited for Megan to land 
again, then a few more seconds while her breasts stopped bouncing. 
"Megan, will you come to my office this morning in your free study period. 
You too, Shan." Her voice softened. "And you, Virginia! That will be all. 
Carry on, girls!"

After Moggie had swept out (she actually swept, I don't think I had seen 
anyone sweep out of a room before, but that's exactly what she did) we all 
looked at one another. Gradually, we all gathered round in a big circle, and 
looked at each other. Most of us didn't look at *each other* exactly, like 
nobody was looking at *me*, for instance. Most of us looked at Smegs and 
Virginia. Smegs and Virginia didn't know where to look.

Smegs broke the spell. She was still wearing her police blanket. I supposed 
they'd want it back, sometime. It was probably the one they put over 
criminals' heads to hide them from newspaper photographers. Would that 
randy policeman come round to collect it? We could all see that Smegs was 
making some quite interesting bulges under the blanket. She unwrapped it 
and dropped it on her bed. There was a collective gasp.

I mean, I'd seen her new breasts already, at very close quarters, yet I still 
joined in the collective gasp. It was a good moment for collective gasping. 
One little girl whispered, "fuck me!" Inappropriate language for a young 
lady, but I couldn't have put it better myself.

Smegs opened her wardrobe and rummaged through her clothes. She 
tossed a blouse and skirt on the bed, then pulled out a bra. I could see 
what was coming. As we all watched her, she fastened the bra round her 
waist, then twisted it round so the cups were at the front. She managed to 
get one arm into a shoulder strap, but could go no further. She was so big 
now, less than half of one breast would now fit into the bra cup. She 
unhooked the bra and threw it on the bed, then tried her blouse.

Well, she managed to get them in, and even, after a struggle, to fasten 
about half of the buttons, but she could hardly breathe. Perhaps it was just 
as well she couldn't! If she'd taken a deep breath, we'd all have been 
ducking for cover from flying buttons. One thing was certain; she couldn't 
go to school looking like that!

Smegs was close to tears. She stood there, wearing only her white blouse. 
It came down to about the level of her waist, and since she was taller than 
most of us, we could almost see the curves of the undersides of her 
breasts. Her long legs, in fact, all of her below the waist, was bare. She 
couldn't see it herself, so maybe she'd forgotten about it. She looked at me, 
and held her hands against the sides of her tits.

"Shan!" she wailed. "Look at them. How am I going to play netball with 
these?"

I held out my arms and she came over to me. I could only just get my 
arms round her, but I did my best. The hardest part was trying not to say 
the first thought that had come into my head. Netball? You could have 
played basketball with *those*!





Chapter 15:- The Plot Is Hatched

Our free period was the last before lunch. I went and saw our class teacher 
before our first lesson and told her that Smegs and Virginia had been ill 
during the night, and asking if they could be excused classes for the rest of 
the day. Then I slipped out of the classroom complaining of a tummy-ache, 
and hurried back to the dorm.

A large-boned girl called Rosemary had been persuaded to hand over some 
of her blouses, and Smegs and Virginia were looking reasonably decent, all 
things considered. Their blouses looked a bit full, but their breasts were 
disguised as well as could be expected considering they weren't wearing 
bras. The chill morning air, or something, was making their nipples erect, 
and Rosemary's blouses were being put through a stiff test.

But I reckoned I could smuggle the busty pair over to Moggie's staff-room 
without starting a riot. It was a cold winter's day, and we'd be wearing our 
blazers, so that would help hide things. Only when Smegs put her blazer on 
did we realise that she looked even more outrageously over-developed 
with it than without it.

As for Virginia's blazer, it wouldn't wrap round her breasts at all. She 
looked at herself in the mirror, and shook her head helplessly. We found 
our way into Rosemary's wardrobe and found a spare blazer. At least, it 
covered part of Virginia's bosom, but the shoulders came halfway down 
her arms, and the sleeves completely hid her hands. She looked as if she 
had once been a big girl who had done something to offend a wicked witch, 
and she'd been shrunk. Everything except her tits, that is.

In a way, I thought, that was more or less what *had* happened.


**********

We made it safely over to the staff room without attracting too much 
attention. By leaving it as late as possible, we made sure that most of the 
other girls were in class when I poked my head out of the door to see if 
the coast was clear. In fact, just about the only person who saw us was the 
young assistant caretaker who was up a ladder cleaning the gymnasium 
windows. He always stared at Smegs and me, so it was pretty clear which 
way his preferences lay regarding girls' figures.

He should really have known better than to stare at girls when he was up 
a ladder. I made a note to send him some grapes in the hospital. And 
maybe a signed photograph of the three of us.

Moggie wasn't perched on the edge of her desk wearing a micro-skirt this 
morning. Perhaps she had some classes. She looked at Smegs and Virginia 
and shook her head in disbelief as we filed in and stood in front of her 
desk.

"Virginia, I think I owe you an explanation," she said. "It was probably a 
bit of a surprise, what happened to you during the night." Typical British 
understatement, if you like. "Well, I have to tell you, it wasn't entirely 
unexpected to the rest of us."

'That's done it,' I thought. Virginia looked at me in horror, then at Smegs, 
who was looking out of the window. Moggie went on.

"We administered a dose of a powerful substance ... a very powerful 
substance ... which has the effect of causing accelerated development of the 
breast tissue in the female." (Why did she have to talk like a text-book? It 
makes your tits enormous!) "In fact, Megan and Shan had already been 
exposed to the effects of this substance prior to the Christmas holidays." 
(Prior! What sort of a geek used the word PRIOR?) "Of course, that was 
before you met them. I, too, have been exposed."

Again, I was on the receiving end of the accusing, how-could-you-do-such-
a-thing look from Virginia. If a hole had opened up in the floor, I would 
have crawled into it.

"We selected you as the recipient because you were completely 
undeveloped. The effects, I am sure you will agree, were devastating. It 
seems that Megan has also been reaffected, possibly through poor 
laboratory technique, and I intend to address that problem in due course. 
Meanwhi..."

"You used me as a guinea pig!" Virginia blazed at her, and it was strangely 
satisfying to see Moggie shut her mouth and sit back in her chair. "You 
tried out your filthy drug on ME? On a live human being? Let me tell you, 
Miss Moggie Anderson (oh-oh, I don't think she ought to have said that), 
you are going to be in deep shit." The little redhead stormed on. "My Daddy 
is going to have you banged up behind bars before your feet touch the 
ground!"

And she reinforced her final words by thumping her little fist on Moggie's 
desk. The effect was made even more dramatic by the fact that as she 
thumped the desk, her bra-less breasts were bouncing on the desk as well. 
Something, either a sudden change of temperature or a surge of emotion, 
had made her nipples even bigger. Moggie sat and watched them, 
hypnotised.

Virginia stood up straight, breathing heavily. Rosemary's blouse was 
approaching some sort of a crisis. Beneath Virginia's tie, another button 
gave way. "I'm going to phone my Daddy now, as soon as I get out of this 
stinking hell-hole of an office, and he'll be down here at 150 miles per 
hour. Right?" And she turned on her heel and stalked out, dragging Smegs 
and me behind her.

Literally dragging us.

Virginia tore off along the corridor and out into the fresh air. It was cold 
and still out there. The only sign of life in the playground was the small 
group of ambulance personnel carefully lifting the inert body of the young 
assistant caretaker on to a stretcher.

At last, Virginia let go of our hands. I still couldn't look her in the eye. 
Then I felt the little redhead's arm go round my waist, as she hugged 
Smegs and me tightly to her. "I would have thought you two might have 
given me a bit of support in there! Just standing there like a couple of 
wimps."

I looked at her. She was laughing all over her little face, her boobs 
bouncing like basketballs as she relived the scene in the staff-room. 
Another button gave up the ghost. "Come on, you great wet farts," she said, 
rudely, "let's get back to that dorm before this blouse explodes 
completely."


**********

We sat on our beds, laughing again. The other two had put Rosemary's now 
stretched and well-worn blouses back on her bed. The blazer was back on 
its hanger in her wardrobe. They sat there in their panties, as we asked 
Virginia if her Daddy was really going to come down and arrest Moggie.

"Well, he might." She scratched herself again. I was getting seriously 
worried about Virginia's itching problem. "He might come down if I phoned 
him, but not at 150 miles per hour, not in a Rover Metro. And he might 
have trouble trying to arrest her, as he's only five feet tall. He's a jockey 
by profession. At four feet ten, I'm the second tallest in the family, but it's 
a close thing!"

"I couldn't look at you in there, you made me feel so ashamed," I told her.

"It's as well you didn't look at me, I'd have cracked up laughing. Hey, it got 
Moggie going though, didn't it!" We rolled about again at the memory of it. 
Moggie's eyes had been like saucers as Virginia had been tearing into her. 
She had been one frightened chemistry teacher. She had been wetting her 
knickers.

Smegs spoke at last. "Gin. I'm sorry about the way this has turned out. We 
should never have let it happen, but we were so ... so spineless, once 
Moggie started throwing her weight about. Neither of us dared stand up to 
her. And when I think that we gave you that boob gas, I'm so ashamed ..."

Virginia rolled off her bed and rushed across to Smegs, everything in 
motion. She flung herself at the tall girl in a great collision of soft, 
rebounding breast-flesh. She kissed her squarely and wetly on the lips, 
surprising Smegs, but obviously not too unpleasantly as she responded 
almost immediately, holding Virginia gently behind the head. There was 
some tongue contact, I noticed, before turning away. If I hadn't been a 
lesbian, I'm sure I would have been even more embarrassed. In fact, I 
seriously considered joining them, but held back when I thought that this 
was one of those occasions when Dorks always walks in.

Eventually, they came up for air, looking dewy-eyed and tousled. Virginia 
scratched her pubes again, although she might have been doing something 
else, so I didn't look too closely. She smiled at Smegs, then at me. "You 
stupid couple of schoolgirls. These tits are the best thing that ever 
happened to me! I'd given up hope of ever having anything up top, then 
you two came into my life. Have you got any more of that stuff?"

And I thought, 'she's serious. She really means it!'

"I'm serious," she said. "I really mean it! Have you got any more of it?"

Smegs and I looked at one another. We honestly didn't know. Virginia said, 
"how about those notes Moggie gave me to read, is there anything in there 
about it ..."

"I wouldn't think so," I said, perhaps a little harshly, "that was all about 
extracting gas from coal."

"But I think I know where we can find out how to make some more," said 
Smegs, her eyes shining brightly, either with lust for Virginia or because 
she'd had AN IDEA. I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

"Have you got an idea, Smegs?"

"All we have to do is get rid of Moggie!" It was a good morning for 
collective gasps. And as collective gasps go, ours was a nice try. "Not 
permanently. Just for an hour or so. Get her out of her office, borrow her 
notebook, and find the secret formula."

"I bet she keeps it in her cleavage," I said.

"I'd soon dig it out of there," said Virginia grimly, and I thought, yes, she 
probably could, too.

"It's in her desk. Top drawer on the left." Smegs was sitting up straight. 
She held up three fingers. "One of us gets Moggie out of the office, one 
creates a diversion, the other one slips in and takes the notebook."

"But when she goes back in, she'll see it's gone, and report it stolen, and 
she'll know who took it and tell them ..."

"That's right ...!"

"We don't need to steal it. We could photograph it," with my new camera! 
The girl who has everything! "We don't even need to create a diversion. 
We just get in there at night."

"What about the key to the office?" Smegs said.

"Look, if all you can do is come up with objections, *you* think of 
something better."

"It the best idea we've had yet," said Virginia positively. "And I'm sure 
getting hold of a key would be no problem. We could make a copy of it 
with a bar of soap."

We thought about that for a while in silence, realising, I think, that it might 
seem a bit suspicious if three girls from St Cat's walked into the local key-
cutting and dog-collar engraving shop and asked for a key to be made 
from the impression in a bar of Imperial Leather.

"Why not just borrow the key from the assistant caretaker? He would lend 
it to me for a five minute feel of these ..." Smegs suggested.

I reminded her that the young assistant caretaker had just been carted 
away to hospital with multiple injuries.

"So that makes it easier. Old Crawshanks is never in the security office, he 
leaves all that side of things to Martyn ..." (Oh, Martyn, was it? Dark horse, 
our Smegsy). "... so we can nip in there while he's locking up. He's bound to 
do the staff-rooms first, then drop the keys on their hooks, then go and do 
the classrooms. While he's doing that, we take the key. He'll never check. 
We can put it back on the hook afterwards, when he's asleep."

"Sounds okay to me," I said.

"Yep," said Virginia. "What shall we wear?"

That, the important part of the discussion, took only a little bit longer than 
the details of the plan itself, but we eventually settled on dark-coloured 
sweaters and our navy-blue track-suit bottoms.





Chapter 16:- The Secret Agents Of St Cat's

We ought to be secret agents when we grow up.

Everything went like a dream. Well, nearly everything. As old Crawshanks 
went on his locking-up round at ten-thirty, just after lights-out, we stuffed 
pillows in our beds and crept out of the dorm. We had told the other girls 
we all had a nasty case of the shits, and as we didn't want to disturb them 
during the night, we were going to stay in the loos until we felt better. If 
they believed that they would believe anything. They probably suspected 
we were holding a Grand Lesbian Orgy somewhere.

Smegs found the right key at only the third attempt: after selecting two 
wrong keys, she took the one labelled 'STAFF BLOCK - MASTER'. We slunk 
in single file along the corridor leading to Moggie's office. I had my camera 
round my neck. It nestled snugly between my boobies, which stopped it 
swinging around too much. Only when Smegs had gone ahead to the next 
corner and Virginia had posted herself at the corner behind me, did I 
approach the door.

There was a light on inside! A faint light was shining under the door. Shit! 
I hissed and beckoned to the other two and we scuttled away into the 
shadows to think about this latest development. We tried again. Moggie 
might not be in there. Old Crawshanks must have left the light on by 
mistake. Back to position 'A'.

The others took up their look-out posts again, and I approached the door 
with thumping heart. If she was inside, I thought, she would almost be 
able to hear it. I had the key in my hand, and was stretching out to slip it 
into the keyhole, when I heard voices in the office! Eeeeek!

We shot back into the shadows again. Smegs suggested bursting in and 
overpowering Moggie and whoever else was in there with her, but she was 
over-ruled by a 2 to 1 majority. One more blow for democracy. Virginia 
said she would sneak up to the door and listen, to see if she could tell who 
was in there, and what they were saying. I wanted to go back to bed and 
try again another night. Or preferably go back to bed and NOT try again 
another night.

Then our problem was solved. The door burst open and Moggie dashed out 
- leaving the door wide open - headed down the corridor at a brisk trot, 
and disappeared into the staff toilet. We looked at each other expectantly. 
Then, without a word, Smegs took the key from me and sprinted down the 
corridor to the toilet, moving surprisingly quickly for a big girl, and locked 
the door.

After that, it was just a matter of slipping into Moggie's office. It was 
clearly empty, but there was a tiny tape recorder on the desk, which 
explained the sound of voices. I opened the top drawer, took out the 
notebook and set it down beneath the desk lamp. There were about four 
pages that seemed to contain bits of formula, so I photographed them all, 
then glanced through the rest of the book. It looked like interesting 
reading, so as quickly as I could, I shot as many of the rest of the pages as 
I could, then dropped the book back in the top drawer, out of sight.

"Okay?"

"All done!"

"All clear," said Virginia from the doorway.

"Let's go!"

We crept past the staff toilet, where the key was still in the lock. There 
were faint sounds of running water coming from inside. Smegs silently 
unlocked the door and took the key, then we shot along the corridor and 
round the corner ...

And ran straight into old Crawshanks!

I don't know who was more surprised. He was suddenly confronted by 
three busty teenagers, two of them extremely busty teenagers, obviously 
up to no good. He could have rounded us up and had us all on the next 
train home. Instead, he made a sort of braying noise, spun round and was 
off down that corridor at an amazing speed for an ageing caretaker.

Had we screwed up at the final hurdle? What if old Crawshanks told all? It 
would be the end. I thought of the shame of my parents.

At least, we made it back to bed without any further alarms, then lay 
there, with all three of our hearts beating in a sycopated rhythm. I was 
surprised the noise didn't wake the entire dorm.

It woke Cindy. "Feeling better, girls?" she enquired, with what sounded 
unpleasantly like sarcasm.


**********

The next day was Saturday. As early as I could, I slipped out of the main 
gate and biked down to the town with my roll of film. 'Yes, please, the one-
hour service! Thanks.'

Smegs crept into the security lodge and hung the key on its hook, as if it 
had never been away. There was no sign of old Crawshanks, she told us 
later, although there were a number of lurid magazines on his table, along 
with a half-finished cup of cold tea and a ham sandwich with lettuce and 
Hellman's Original Mayonnaise. With her attention to detail, Smegs should 
do well as a secret agent. (She'd brought one of the magazines back with 
her. I'd never seen such huge titties, apart from Smegs and Virginia, of 
course.)

Virginia had stayed in the dorm in case there was any news.

The ambulance was driving away as I got back to St Cat's. Old Crawshanks, 
some of the girls told me. Heart attack, last night, he'd been found in the 
staff block. He'd survive, they said.

Later, strolling round the sports field, we studied the photographs. They 
were crisp and full of detail, as was the notebook itself. There was some 
stuff in there that would make your toes curl. Details of the effects of the 
mystery boob gas, and a short list of girls Moggie wanted to try it out on if 
the Virginia experiment was successful. Dorks was on the list.

"There should be enough information there for us to make another batch of 
the mystery boob gas," said Virginia with satisfaction. "That will be my 
Mum's birthday present!"

"There's enough in that book to keep Moggie off our backs for a few years, 
too," Smegs said. We walked on for a minute in companionable silence.

"Did you know," Smegs went on, "I saw Martyn this morning, they'd let him 
out of hospital. He said old Crawshanks had been having it away with our 
Moggie every night! It had been going on for years, on and off, but ever 
since her tits grew, the old boy was going at it like a stallion. Apparently 
that's why she was wearing those short skirts, he was dropping by her 
office every hour or so for a quick grope."

It was another good day for collective gasps.

"What d'you fancy doing this afternoon, Gin?" I asked. I felt deliciously 
lazy, and stretched like a cat.

"I'd thought of catching the bus to town. I need some new bras!"

"I'd better come with you!" Smegs laughed, "although I think we're going to 
be out of luck."

"I was looking through the Yellow Pages," said Virginia, "and there was a 
speciality bra-fitting service in there. I thought I'd give her a ring."

I suddenly felt a proud feeling. "Here, use my mobile," I said. The ideal 
present for the girl who has everything.

"You know what I fancy doing tonight?" said Smegs.

"No."

"Something we haven't done at all yet this year?"

"No, what?"

"Strip Monopoly!"

"Oh, YA!"



THE END


