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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 as 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. Eighteen-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 eighteen-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? Eighteen 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 eighteen-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
eighteen!"

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 Viriginia'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. Eighteen-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, b

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