The Daughters of Fred

by

Axolotl

The orginal story to which this is the sequel took place in the closing years of the 20th century. With disturbing ease, we leap forward into the future and meet once more with older sister Dawn and her schoolfriend Sarah, now living together as more or less frustrated partners. Frederica, Dawn's younger sister, now finds herself with a bewilderingly large family.
© 1998 Axolotl

 

"Why do you always come this way to work? Hamleys' is over there."

Sarah twirled the wheel and turned left, away from the office entrance. Their work colleagues were already streaming in through the entrance as Sarah’s car sped confidently down a side road away from the factory. "I know," she said. "It's safer this way. It's dangerous, turning right."
Dawn blinked at her friend. "Other people turn right just there."
"I prefer not to." She turned left at the end of the road, and left again, joining a stream of traffic heading back in the direction they wanted to go. "When we get to the lights, we can go straight across. It's much safer."
"But it takes an extra five minutes. I'll be late and it's still only my first week."
"Tell them you came with me, they'll understand."
Dawn wasn't convinced. "How did you ever manage to pass your driving test if you can't do right turns?"
"I was lucky. There wasn't much traffic about that morning. And the examiner was a leg man. It was a hot morning and I had my short shorts on. You know the ones. They're so tight you can see..."
"...Right up your crotch and out of your mouth. Yeah, I know the ones. You flashed your crotch at him and he gave you a pass?"
"Of course not! Driving examiners aren't corrupt. I drove safely, demonstrating my ability to control a motor vehicle in a representative range of traffic conditions. I just didn't have to turn right when there were other cars about, that's all." Sarah decided it was time she changed the subject. "Besides, going round the block gave you a chance to finish dressing."
"It was only my panties. I thought I'd better wear them since it's a new job. You never know who you might meet."
"Dream on, lover! I've tried all the eligible males at this place. Except one, that is. Dick Updike in Marketing. You won't make any headway with him, despite his appropriate name. He's a confirmed big-tit man."
"What's he look like?"
Sarah lurched into the car park and collided quite gently with a low brick wall before parking so close to a lamp post that she couldn't open her door. "Drop dead gorgeous. Six foot three, blue eyes, crinkly hair. Plays rugby for the Town. He's a centre."
"What's that mean?"
"God knows."
Dawn got out and stood waiting. "Are you staying in there all day, or what?"
"I can't open the door. There's a lamp post in the way."

 

 

"I've seen him!" Dawn opened her packet of sandwiches as she sat next to her friend on the grass where it sloped down to the stream.

"Seen who? Who made these sarnies? They've been the same every day this week."
Dawn opened her eyes wide. "You made them yourself. I watched you. Dick Updike. I had to go to Marketing this morning to learn how to use one of their machines. And I've got to spend a whole month in there, starting next week. I'll be seeing him every day!"
"A fat lot of good that will do you."
"Has he got a girl?"
"No, he can't find one with big enough tits. Your sister Frederica might be okay for him, but you don't stand a cat in hell's chance. What's in yours? Swap you one of these corned beef salad ones for whatever you've got."
"I've got corned beef salad. Maybe I ought to try the Fred Experiment again."
"On yourself, you mean? It didn't work, did it?"
"We didn't give it a fair chance. It worked on Fred. In spades. I've never seen a girl grow so fast."
"We've both tried it since. Not an inch. Not even a quarter of an inch."
"I've got a theory, Sarah. I was thinking about it in bed. You remember Fred's boyfriend Rupert?"
"Of course. I never forget a hunk."
"Fred grew when she used Rupert's cum on her tits, didn't she. Every night for a week, and she shot up from thirty-nine to forty-six."
"Yeah, then she carried on to fifty-three in the next two months. So what?"
"Well, you know how she got pregnant, and Rupert disappeared off the scene altogether? That's when her tits stopped growing. Apart from the usual preggo bit."
"What are you trying to say...?"
"Fred told me she'd tried a few more times to stop her tits getting bigger by rubbing cum into them."
"She believed that bullshit?"
"Why not? It was on the Internet. Anyway, it wasn't working. I told her she had to do it for a long time, religiously, and she said she was. But it wasn't working."
"It wasn't stopping her growing?"
"It wasn't making her grow. But she wasn't seeing Rupert by then, was it? When she got pregnant the second time, then again the third, she was fucking her teacher all that time."
"That skinny nerd that taught her at home...?"
"When she couldn't go to school because she kept having babies, yeah. Now, I know for a fact she was rubbing his cum into her tits. Nada. Zilch. And when you tried it you were seeing that old bloke from the local radio station."
"We promised never to mention him."
"It didn't work, though, did it? The only one it ever worked with was Rupert."
"Oh, so you reckon he had magic powers, then?"
"Not magic, no. But I've got a theory. He was only young, wasn’t he. About our age at the time he put Fred up the spout the first time. Maybe for cum to work as a tit-enlarger, it has to be young cum."
"Oh, come on, Dawnie!"
"It could be. Maybe it's something to do with sperm count. I'm going to try it, anyway."
"You? Get yourself a boyfriend? Cradle snatcher? The biggest lezzie in town?"
"I'm bisexual, Sarah."
"Maybe by inclination, dear, but not in practice. So where do you think you're going to find a potent man-child willing to spray his adolescent semen on your non-existent maidenly bosom?"
"Fred's daughters, of course! They've got boyfriends. Two of them, anyway. Aphrodite hasn't, but she doesn't need a boyfriend, with five babies in five years. Bambi's got one, and so has Callista."
"Those names! What was she smoking when she dreamed those up? Aphrodite, Bambi, Callista..."
"She was planning on a large family. I don't know what she would have done when she reached Xanthe, Yvonne and Zara. It doesn't matter, though. She stopped at three."
Sarah giggled. "I just want to be there when you approach your young teenage nieces and ask them for some of their boyfriends' cum."
"I'll think of a way. I suppose you'll want some to try for yourself?"
"Of course..."
"Shall I get them to fill a milk jug?"
Sarah still blushed at the embarrassing memory. "A balloon full ought to be enough," she retorted.

 

 

"It was easier than I thought," said Dawn.

"You've asked the kids already?"
"No, I just happened to see Frederica. She needs a baby-sitter on Saturday night."
"You've got the job of looking after Aphrodite's five little brats?"
"No, she's away for the weekend. Her biology teacher, apparently. He likes children. No, Fred wants me to look after Bambi and Callista, to make sure they don't get into trouble."
"What sort of trouble?"
"Fucking, mostly. Fred's away, teaching a bunch of kids at summer school. A is away, making babies. B and C will be home, and naturally, they'll be inviting their boyfriends round to have their wicked way with them. Enter Auntie Dawn, protector of their virtue."
"Virtue? Have they got any left?"
"I'm sure they're sweet little girls."
"You're sure? Haven't you seen them?"
"Not for a year or so. But they were lovely little kids. I'm sure Fred's over reacting. I know kids grow up quickly these days, but..."

 

 

"Auntie Dawn! Hi!"

The girls scampered into the kitchen, wrapped in enormous beach towels. Their wet hair flopped around their shoulders. The slightly taller one shook her head like a dog. "We've been playing games with water. It's the only way to keep cool in this weather."
"Yeah, water sports is great, Auntie Dawn. We've been wetting the boys with water pistols."
"They threw buckets of water all over us."
"Sounds fun, girls!"
"Oooh, yeah!"
"Marco's really hot."
"So's Dicker!"
"You'd better meet them." The girl leaned out of the back door. "Hey, you two. Our Auntie's here."
Dawn could see two young lads in wringing wet shorts coming up the garden path, pushing each other playfully. They poked their heads round the door, looking her up and down. "Come in, boys," she said brightly.
"Erm..."
"I don't think it's a good..."
"Come on, Marco!" The elder girl, Bambi, reached out and grabbed the taller, dark-haired boy by the wrist and yanked him inside the kitchen. He tried to adjust his clothing, too late. "Oops, shit! You'd better put that away first!"
Marco tried, but he was obviously having arousal problems. As Dawn inspected him in some detail, he tried to stuff his surplus flesh out of sight inside his shorts, but it kept popping out of the top again. A rapid calculation told Dawn that he had to be on the better side of nine inches. An enormous purple helmet bobbed massively against his ridged stomach. Crossing his legs had little or no effect.
"He's been getting excited, Auntie," Bambi explained. "Meet Marco Bertolucci, my boyfriend. Marco, this is Auntie Dawn." The boy offered a hand, then put it back where it had been.
Callista tried lending her support. "Shit, Dicker, take him outside and let him cool off. Oh, sorry, Auntie. This is my boyfriend, Richard Dock. Dicker to his friends."
"Hello, Miss, er, Mrs..." Dicker stammered. Then he tried to guide Marco outside. Dawn found her gaze drawn to Dicker's crotch. Anything to distract herself from Marco's throbbing meat. She wished she hadn't. Dicker wasn't by any means fully erect. Like the Grand Old Duke of York, he was neither halfway up nor halfway down. Even so, he could give Marco a couple of inches, at least. And this was young Callista's squeeze? God, he'd split the kid in two!
The two of them finally scrambled outside and the girls sighed.
"Sorry about that," said Callista. "They do get really horny sometimes." She dropped her towel on the floor, and Bambi followed suit. It was the signal for Dawn to stagger back and prop herself against the kitchen table. The girls were wearing bikinis. Bambi's was brilliant yellow crocheted silk, Callista's was kingfisher blue, in a shiny polyester material. Enough with the fashion notes, Dawn thought. These are my young nieces.
"Callista shouldn't really wear a bikini," said Bambi. "Not with her figure."
"Bambi shouldn't really wear a bikini," Callista countered. "Especially if she leaves her string hanging out."
Bambi was unperturbed. "I left it out to stop Marco getting any big ideas about starting something he couldn't finish."
"It didn't seem to work. He had a pretty big idea sticking out of his shorts. Not quite as big as Dicker's, but he wasn't quite hard. But if you're not available, I could take care of Marco for you."
"Get lost, fatso!"
"Jealous! Just because I'm two years younger than you and I've got a woman's figure."
"Auntie Dawn," Bambi gloated. "Was my Mummy as shapely as me when she was my age?"
Dawn opened her mouth and closed it again. Bambi was exceptionally slim and magnificently big-breasted, just as Fred had been. But by the time Fred had been Bambi's age, she was probably either pregnant or planning on becoming pregnant. The answer was 'no'.
"Your mother had a very lovely figure, Bambi," said Dawn diplomatically.
Callista took a deep breath. "Auntie Dawn, was my Mummy as huge as me when she was my age?"
Dawn opened her mouth and closed it again. The answer had to be an unequivocal 'no'. Callista was chubbier than her mother, verging on plump, but for sheer breast size, Fred's youngest daughter left her mother so far behind she was almost out of sight. The girl was outrageously developed. An image sprang into Dawn's head and wouldn't go away. If Dicker should ever choose to slide his monster prong between his young girlfriend's breasts, he would get it lost in there.
"You have a very large bust indeed, Callista."
"Thank you, Auntie Dawn! And I'm still growing, too. See, Bambi? If your Marco wants to stick his pee-pee in my cleavage, he's welcome to find out what a real woman is like. I'll take care of him..."
"You're not taking care of anyone, young lady," Dawn protested. "Nobody is going to be doing anything like that while I'm here."
The girl pulled an expressive face, then sighed. "Looks like we're stuck with each other again, Sis. Come on up to my bedroom and you can trim my pubes while we play with the VirtuGasm. If you want to use the boys, Auntie Dawn, you're welcome. Don't wear them out, though; I want to use Dicker after you've gone home. I haven't had a fuck for days."
With a great twitching of bottoms, the sisters left the kitchen. There seemed to be a lot more room once they'd gone. Dawn slumped into a chair. Children nowadays! It hadn't been like that in her day. And it still wasn't, she reflected. At least, she had Callista's permission to use her boyfriend, which was a kind thought. It was, after all, what this whole babysitting business was about: collecting a sample of boy-seed. And if she was going to do it, there was no time like the present, while the girls were upstairs trimming pubic hair and getting virtually laid. "I wonder if it's as good as the real thing," she said to herself. Of course, she'd have no way of knowing, even if she tried it.
She got up shakily and headed for the back door. The boys were sitting together, staring into the fish pond. "Hi, you two."
"Hi, Auntie Dawn."
"You don't have to call me Auntie! Nor do the girls, either, not now they're so grown up." There was an instant reaction from two male groins. Was that all it took to set them off? "They've gone upstairs," she explained. "Girl talk! I'm making a pot of tea. Come on in."
They shrugged slightly at each other. Tea? But they got up and followed her indoors. At least, messing around with the kettle and the teapot gave her something to do with her hands while the boys draped themselves on the kitchen chairs.
Marco broke the silence. "I'm sorry about..."
"So am I," said Dicker.
Dawn busied herself with her tea ceremony, trying to hide her blushes. The tea bags were in a metal container and the lid was tight. "Shit. I can't get the top off."
"I'm good with tops," said Marco.
"He can get the top off just about anything," Dicker confirmed.
It was true. Marco removed the lid of the can with a single twist and handed it back to her. "Dawn. What do you think of the girls? I mean, really think about them?"
"Think about them?"
"He means their figures," Dicker translated. "We were talking just now, outside. Those two have got the biggest tits you ever saw."
"Bambi's look even bigger 'cos she's so slim. She's only got a twenty-inch waist. She says she's 48-20-32."
"And Callista's still got a bit of puppy fat on her. She's 53-28-36. But she's says her tits are still growing."
"So are Bambi's," said Marco loyally. Dawn winced. What kind of boys knew their girlfriends' measurements?
"We were wondering. Where's it going to end?"
"Yeah, how much bigger are they gonna get?"
"We don't mind, of course!"
"No, we don't mind. It's only..."
"Some of the boys at school reckon we're perverts 'cos our girlfriends have got such huge tits."
"We're not, are we?" Marco looked at Dawn. "I look at other girls with smaller tits..."
"That's any other girls, really, 'cos no one's got tits as big as Callista's. Not in the whole school."
"And I fancy them, too. So we're not perverted. There's nothing, like, wrong with us."
"Have you had any other girlfriends?" Dawn asked.
The boys shook their heads. "Not really," said Dicker.
Silence fell. From upstairs came a faint squeak of feminine virtual ecstasy.
"Auntie Dawn?"
"Yes, Marco?"
"What's it like? Doing it with a girl with no tits, I mean? We were wondering what it's like to do it with a flat-chested girl. I mean..."
"Other boys do it with flat-chested girls, and they don't seem to complain. So we wondered. I mean, Callista's brilliant at it..."
"So's Bambi, but we wondered..."
"What it's like with someone who isn't a schoolgirl..."
"Yeah, someone who's more ... mature..."
"Older..."
"And with smaller tits than schoolgirls have got..."
"Yeah, younger girls' tits are always so enormous..."
"So could we do it with you, Auntie Dawn?"
"Please? Just to try?"
"Oh, yeah. Not for real. Just to sort of like try you out."
"Wait a minute! You mean...?"
That was what they meant, all right. No doubt about it. They stared at her eagerly, like puppies. "One at a time," Marco explained soothingly. "We'd toss up for it and the other one would go outside and watch the fish while you did it, then we'd swap over when you'd finished."
"It wouldn't take long. We'd both be finished by the time the girls came down. Once they start on that VirtuGasm thing, they take hours!"
Marco already had a coin out of his pocket. He showed it to Dicker. "You call. The winner gets to choose whether to go first or second."
"Heads," Dicker called as the coin spun into the air. They all watched as it fell on the floor and disappeared from sight behind the fridge. They heard it roll around in a circle and fall over. "I've got another one," said Dicker.
"It's got to be that one," Marco insisted. "You already called. If that one was tails, it's my choice. If we do it again with your coin, it might be heads this time."
"It's gone, hasn't it! Let's forget that one. It was only a ten pee. We'll toss again with mine."
"We've got to use the first coin," said Marco, stubbornly digging his heels in. "Get down behind the fridge and find it."
"Sod off! It's your ten pee, you find it."
"For crying out loud, you two," Dawn yelled. "Stop bickering. I'll find it myself!" Only when she was on her hands and knees did she realise that this wasn't quite what she'd planned. The floor was cold and greasy, and there was a disgusting mess behind the fridge: damp fluff, dust and spiders. Something tickled her fingers as she reached into the murk. She squealed.
"What's the matter, Auntie Dawn?"
The boys were looking at her in a deeply caring way. Dawn was beginning to regret wearing abbreviated shorts with such loose legs. They could probably see far more than was good for them. Although, of course, they weren't seeing anything new, they were screwing her young nieces on a thrice-daily basis. Nevertheless, she realised with a surge of horror, she was having an effect on them. Both of them.
"Is it heads or tails?"
"I can't see. It must be right round the back."
"Drag it out with your finger and see which way up it is," Marco urged her. "Quick!"
"Eeek!" A spider came charging out of the darkness and scuttled away out of sight. One of those hairy ones with nineteen legs that eat whole sheep. Where was it? She wasn't going to move until she knew where it had gone. What if it ran up inside her shorts?
The boys made a decision. They both got down on hands and knees and crawled down beside her, one on each side. Dawn shivered at the closeness of the two of them.
"I can't reach," said Marco, on her left. "My arm's too thick."
"Let me try." Dicker started moving to his left, squashing Dawn between him and Marco. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Would it help if you took your clothes off?" Marco suggested.
"How would that help?"
"You'd be able to wriggle in there easier."
"It would make it easier, Auntie Dawn."
Dawn sighed. What was she doing in this unreal situation? Undress, in front of two horny boys, on the kitchen floor, under the table? On the other hand, did it really matter? The whole object of the exercise was to get laid, after all. She sighed again, then scrambled out of her T-shirt and shorts.
"And your panties, too, Auntie Dawn. They'll get all sticky down here." Off they came. She felt horribly naked. Shit, she was horribly naked. The boys were doing their best not to notice.
"I'll have one more go," she said, bravely plunging her hand into the spider-farm and groping around for the coin. "Ah, what's this?" She dragged it out and peered at it in the darkness. "Heads," she announced. "That means Dicker gets to choose." She picked up the coin and sat back on her haunches, looking expectantly at Dicker, trying not to notice the exploding bulge in his shorts.
"Wait a minute," said Marco, taking the coin from her fingers. "This isn't a ten pee, it’s a two."

 

 

The argument raged for ten minutes. Of one thing, Dawn was certain. She was going to forfeit her long-cherished virginity this afternoon. There was an inevitability about it. It brought her a certain sense of peace. If only these boys would come to a decision about which one was going to be first. They hadn't a clue as to what an honour it would be. To them, it was just one more shag. God, she was so horny! She knew, or thought she knew, just how young Callista felt, apart from the unimaginable weight of her niece's bosom, which must be something fearsome. But perhaps she'd even find that out before long, if she could only get a handful or two of spunk to rub into her twin bee-stings.

This was absurd. Three of them, a grown woman and two very grown boys, kneeling under a table in a kitchen, while the boys decided who was going to fuck the woman first. Get on with it!
"Right," said Marco. "We've decided."
"Who...?"
"We're going to toss again." He gave the two pence piece to Dawn. "This time, you toss it. Don't send it right up in the air, just a little way, then catch it on your hand and slap it down on the back of your other hand. Like this." He began to demonstrate.
"For Chrissakes, boy, I know how to toss a coin!"
"Don't drop it, then. It's the only one we've got."
They gathered closer, breathing noisily, while she balanced the coin on her thumb, poised it, then flicked. It wasn't entirely a success. Dawn knew how to toss a coin, but she didn't normally do it under a table. Ping! It hit the underside of the wood and came down quicker than it went up.
"Ouch! Shit!"
"Fuck!"
"Where's it gone?"
" It hit the end of my knob," said Marco. "It's in my shorts."
"I'm not getting it out of there," Dicker protested.
"Damned right you're not!" Marco retorted. There was a brief silence. "Dawn has to get it out."
"Me?"
"You tossed it. You have to get it out and put it on your hand, then one of us has to call heads or tails."
"This is ridiculous! Get it out and I'll toss it again." Why was everything she said beginning to sound like a double entendre?
"You've got to get it." Marco sat back, legs apart.
Dawn looked at Dicker for support. "You have to get it," he said.
This was worse than putting her hand into a spider's nest. There were live things in there. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slid her hand into the unknown.
"Whee! It tickles!"
"Hold still, Marco!"
"I can't, you keep touching my ... aaargh!"
"He's ticklish, Auntie Dawn."
"I can't see what I'm doing. It's dark in there, and my hair keeps falling into my eyes."
"Just feel around," suggested Dicker. "I'll hold your hair back. I'll just..."
"What are you doing now?"
"Just taking my shorts off so I can be more comfortable." He snuggled close in behind her and his hand came gently round to keep her hair from flopping down. "How's that?"
"Better, thanks."
"Hurry up, Auntie Daw ... ouch! Not down there!"
"I've got to feel everywhere. How else can I expect to find it?"
"The fucking penny didn't go up my arse!"
"Ick!" Dawn snatched her fingers away, horror-struck.
"Ouch!" Marco yelped again. "Mind what you're doing in there!" He was silent for a moment. "And you'd better be quick, too."
"I'll have to use both hands. Let me hold this out of the way. And these..."
"Auntie Dawn...!"
"Auntie Dawn," Dicker warned her from behind. "Try to sit still. You're on my knob."
So that was what it was. She supposed it had to be, really, but she refused to believe that anything so enormous and hard and throbbing up against the crack of her bottom could possibly be part of a teenage boy. As if it could possibly be anything else.
"I thought I felt it, just then. Down there..."
"Not down there! Dawn, no!"
"There it is!"
"Dawn!"
"Got it!"
She fished out her prize, inspected it in the dim light, then smacked it down on the back of her left hand.
"Aaargh!"
"Heads or..." Dawn jerked back, too late to avoid the silvery spurting fountain which was directing itself at her barely mounded chest. "...Tails," she gasped, trying to stand up. The table hit her hard on the top of her head, and she sat down suddenly.
"Ooofff!"
"Eeeek!"
"Auntie Dawn!" came a strangled bleat from Marco.
"Auntie Dawn!" grated Dicker, as he found himself buried up to the hilt in a sopping-wet love tunnel. It wasn't a new experience for him, as Callista was rather a big girl down there, but it still came as a bit of a surprise.
"Auntie Dawn! We've finished playing with the VirtuGasm. Shit, I'm sopping! And Bambi's trimmed my pubes, and we've got dressed and..." Callista stopped. "Where are you, Auntie Dawnie?" An upside down face appeared beneath the edge of the table. "Ah, there she is, Bam! They're all hiding under the table!"

 

 

It took a while for them all to crawl out into the open, and they sat sheepishly on the floor, with Bambi and Callista looking down at them. The girls looked somewhat overdressed, in jeans and exploding T-shirts crammed with unsupported breast.

"Ah, you've used Dicker, Auntie Dawn. I hope you've left some for me."
Dawn gulped in sudden realisation. Her reaction to losing her virginity was the most familiar one. What that it, then?
Bambi glowered at her Marco. "You could have asked permission before you did that," she complained, pointing at Dawn's chest. Dawn followed the direction of her gaze, and hastily rubbed the quickly cooling juice into her meagre mounds.
"I didn't mean to do anything," said Marco. "She had her hand in my shorts."
"Auntie Dawn!"
"I was looking for a ten pence piece," Dawn explained.
"It wasn't a ten, it was a two."
"Why were you looking for money in Marco's shorts, Auntie Dawn?"
"To toss up." It sounded less than convincing. She found another trickle of juice and massaged it into her bosom.
Callista giggled. "You know what will happen if you rub cum into your boobs, don't you? Look what happened to mine!" She took a deep breath, and almost filled the kitchen. The girl had the most immense tits Dawn had ever imagined. "I've been rubbing it in ever since mine started growing, haven't I, Dicker?"
Dicker still hadn't really recovered from the shock of Dawn's plunging down on to his mightily erect prong. Mercifully, her entrance had been open and well lubricated at the time. He nodded in silent agreement.
"It's certainly worked for me. It works for Bambi, too, doesn't it, Bam? Although Bambi prefers to swallow it, don't you, Bam? Even though swallowing cum can make you have twins."
"It's a waste, rubbing it on your tits," Bambi muttered. "My tits are big enough already. So are yours."
So there it was: proof, straight from the horse's mouth. If the word of these two was anything to go by, Dawn could start ordering some new outfits. She could feel something dribbling down the cheeks of her bum. Was it good etiquette to wipe it up with her fingers and transfer it to her breasts? What the hell, she thought, scooping up a handful and laying it on like wallpaper paste.
"Shit, Auntie Dawn! He's come gallons. He'll be no use for months."
"I'll be no use anyway," Dicker groaned. "I think it's broken."
They all inspected the sad object. It looked a healthy enough shade of pink, but it didn't look particularly happy.
"Was it bent like that before?"
"Yeah," said Callista, who was totally familiar with it. She took it gently in her small, expert hand and caressed it with tender loving care. "See, it's getting better already!"
"Ouch! Not tonight, Callista, please!"
Bambi suddenly strode over to the fridge, and bent down. Her remarkable breasts, innocent of any support, plummeted down inside her overloaded T-shirt like two great bags of flour. "Were you looking for a ten pence piece, Auntie Dawn?"
"It rolled round behind the fridge, yes."
"It rolled round behind and out the front again," Bambi said, picking it up. "It's tails."
"Hey, excellent," Marco blurted. "I won the toss. You can have first go, Dicker."
Dicker rolled his eyes. "Marco! We're not playing that game any more."

 

 

"So how big are they now?" Sarah turned left, away from the entrance, and hurtled confidently down her usual side road.

"The girls? That was nearly two months ago. They must have been rubbing spunk into their tits since then. Bambi must be two or three inches bigger, and as for Callista, you wouldn't believe her! They're out here somewhere, and down there. And she's losing her puppy fat, too. God knows where it's going to end. She looks like one of those silicone dancers from the nineties, except that her tits are twice the size."
The car turned left again and lurched out into the traffic. "What about you? You said it was starting to work." Sarah hid a snigger.
"It is. Actually, Dickie Updike asked me out, but I've told him I'm seeing somebody else. He's only interested in me as a pair of D-cups."
"You what? You've got a boyfriend?"
"Two, as a matter of fact! I got them on the rebound when their girlfriends dumped them for being unfaithful. Bless them, they're as faithful as puppies. There's only one thing that worries me, though."
Sarah shot into the car park and collided decisively with a VW. They sat and watched the cloud of steam as it rose in front of the windscreen. "Something worrying you, Dawnie?"
"Yeah. I'm usually so regular, but..."

 

The End