Zed Cupps v2 By Axolotl This is a standard story about four teenage sisters with very large breasts. Some of the sisters are sexually active. So what else is new? It happens all the time. (c) 1999 Axolotl Part 02 Saturday, 24th September "And it fastens at the front. Look!" Zelda raised the front of her T-shirt to show her sister. "Not here, Zed!" Mrs Cupps tried to drag her youngest daughter down into the seat. "Wait until we get home." The other passengers on the bus showed their disgust or disappointment as the girl pulled the T-shirt down. "Sorry, Ma. I only wanted to show Dolly my new bra." "She'll see it soon enough, dear. There's a time and a place for everything, and a crowded bus on a Saturday afternoon isn't the place for very many things, including flashing your tits!" "But it isn't my tits, I'm fully dressed under my T-shirt, look!" She stood up and hoisted the shirt again, creating a fresh wave of interest. "Zeddie, no!" Dolores snapped. It had been a hot and fruitless day trudging round the shops. And as big brother Michael was repairing the car, they were forced to take the bus. At least, it stopped right outside the house, as long as they warned the driver beforehand. Zelda pouted her disapproval at her family's prudery and double standards. Then she looked out of the window and brightened. "We're nearly home," she chirped, springing up and lurching off down to the front of the bus to tell the driver where to stop. Her mother and sister saw Zelda bending low beside the driver's shoulder, felt the bus tremble as it brushed gently against the kerb, followed the little girl down the central aisle as the bus sighed to an orgasmic halt right outside their front gate. The driver goggled in disbelief as the three women got off and stood side by side, waving bye-bye. Zonking great tits! No wonder that poor girl was pregnant, if she showed herself off the way her mother and sister were doing. Michael was bending over the engine compartment of the car, his shirt off, hands and face smeared with grease. But the engine was purring like a cat, and he looked up, smiling. "Listen to it," he said. "Sorted!" "You're a marvel, Micky," and his mother leaned across the powerfully throbbing motor to kiss her son on his oil-smeared cheek. She held the pose for several seconds, apparently enjoying the sensation. "Thank God!" said Dolores with deep feeling. "One trip to town on that bus is more than enough. I feel as if I'm carrying a whole regiment around in here. And I'm still only four months gone!" True enough. Dolores was already alarmingly big. Her maternity smock bulged as if she was smuggling a basketball. "You're sure it's only four months, Dolly?" "I know it looks more like seven or eight, but I can assure you, the doctor was right. We'll see how big this monster is by March of next year." "It's ever so big, Dolly," confirmed Zelda, running an admiring hand across the baby. "And your tits are huge, too. Can I show her my new bra now, Ma? And Micky?" "Wait 'til later," sighed Mrs Cupps, wearily picking up her bags and setting off for the house. "The others will want to see it, too." "They'll see it tonight anyway, Zed," Michael whispered, as soon as their mother was out of earshot. "You know what night this is." "How could I forget!" Zed shook her generous bosom from side to side. "You wait 'til you get a look at these things!" "I don't want to see them," Jilly snarled. She was unhappy at the way her youngest sister was growing so fast. Unfortunately, her presence was mandatory at the measuring tonight. There were no excuses. But Zelda looked so big now, Jilly feared the kid might already have overtaken her. And she'd only had her tits for a couple of months! Where was it going to end? Was Zelda going to be as big as Dolly had been before her regrettable pregnancy? As big as Kitty, God forbid?" "You can still pull out after Micky's done you," said Kitty. "You got a date tonight?" "Of course. Early, too. So I hope Ma doesn't hang around too long before she goes out. She's taking longer and longer to get ready every week." "I reckon she's got a special boyfriend," Kitty confided. "Maybe she'll get married again!" "You call that good news? A new Daddy? What about if he decided to put a stop to us screwing around?" "He wouldn't dare! Would he? He can't stop us..." "He could stop us bringing boys home to bed at the weekends. He could even stop me, and I'm the only one old enough to do it legally." "Ma wouldn't marry anyone like that," Kitty said, sounding wholly uncertain. "Don't be too sure. We've got one pregnant sister, and it's probably only a matter of time before we have another..." "Who? You?" "Or you. Or Zed, for that matter. She's still seeing that Jack, despite his knowing that she's only in the kids' class at school. I don't know what tale she must have spun him to get around that inconvenient little fact. But she must have told him something, and he must have believed her." "Why not ask her?" "I'm not speaking to that little slut!" Kitty laughed. "Listen to our mature oldest sister!" "Oh, piss off!" The bedroom door slammed. Jilly seemed to end all her conversations the same way these days. Kitty wandered through into Dolores' room. Her other older sister was posing in front of the mirror, holding a pair of jeans in front of her. "Could I get away with leaving the zipper undone, or should I cut them away at the front?" "Ask Ma what she did when she was preggers. Were jeans invented in those days?" "'Course they were! It wasn't much more than eleven years ago that Dad died." "You're ever so big now," Kitty said, moving closer to stroke the baby through Dolly's bulging shirt. "It's tonight we get measured, don't forget." "How could I?" "I just thought, now you don't have periods any more. Jilly really gets it bad, these days. She's like a bear with a sore head every month. Of course, it doesn't help that she thinks she's going to have the smallest bust in the whole house very soon." "Yeah! Zed was trying to show us her new bra on the bus, coming home! With everybody watching! That kid's got no brains apart from the one between her legs." "No brains, but she's getting one huge pair of tits. We're all going to have to watch out, not just Jilly. You got a date tonight?" "Only a little one. With Bradley." "Brad's not little," Kitty gasped. "You know what I mean. He's coming round and we're going to work on our History projects." Kitty groaned. "Homework? On a Saturday! I'm seeing Plod again. It's been a month already." Her eyes went starry. "Our first anniversary!" "Jeez, it's lurve! Well, at least, before you see him, you'll know how much you've grown since last month!" "Plod doesn't care about that. He loves me for myself. The total package!" Dolores put on her most innocent expression. "You mean that enormous box between your legs, sister...?" "I can't wait around, Michael. Get it over with." "Who's all pre-menstrual round here?" Kitty asked under her breath. "What did you say? Say that again!" "Girls! No fighting, please." Michael picked up the tape measure, his badge of officialdom. "Kitty, stop it! Jill, are you ready?" "This whole business is all so stupid!" "You want out? I don't mind..." Jilly bit her lip. Despite her worries about being overtaken by little Zelda, she was still fascinated. If she slipped away again after getting measured, she could come back and see the chart at the end, just before she went out. Maybe Zelda would stop growing soon. It could be just one of those adolescent growth spurts. After all, if the kid got much bigger up top, she'd start to look silly. "Go on, then," Jilly pulled her sweater off sulkily and stood next to the desk in an attitude of non-cooperation. Michael decided to get it done as quickly as possible. "Waist, twenty; hips, thirty-one and a half; bust, still thirty-eight. Thanks, Jilly. Off you go!" Jilly's face was burning as she tied her sweater round her neck and fled. The silence of her other sisters was worse than the normal banter and catcalls. Two inches bigger on the waist. Two whole inches! Tears were already streaming down her cheeks as she retreated into her bedroom. "Poor Jilly," said Dolores. "What's the matter with her?" said Zelda, disappointed. "She went without seeing my bra." "She'll come and see it later, sweetie, don't worry," said Dolores. "My turn now. Watch out!" Off came the voluminous smock. Dolores stood waiting, patient as a cow. There was a subdued mood in the room with the cold departure of Jilly. Best get on with things, Michael thought. "Waist, or whatever, thirty-eight. Hips, thirty-eight! You want that bra off or on?" "Off." She took it off, not without a struggle, and looked down at her breasts, which had changed most interestingly into those of a pregnant woman. The nipples were now puffy, dark and heavy-looking, the breasts themselves swollen and drum-tight where they rested on the top of her belly. "It's going to be a girl," Kitty predicted. "How do you know?" demanded Zelda. "Girls are much higher up than boys. You'll see!" "Wow, a baby girl to play with! She'll grow up and have big tits!" "Zed, give her a chance, I haven't even had the fun of childbirth yet." "We won't have long to wait, Dolly. I bet I'll still be living at home when her tits arrive. I'll be able to lend her my old bras. I should have plenty of my own by then. Jilly won't lend me any of hers any more," she pouted. "Don't worry, Zed," Michael reassured her. "When I get a job at the garage, we'll set up a special fund to keep you in bras, okay?" "Okay, Micky!" The tape went round Dolores' bust. "Up quite a bit since last month, Dolly! Forty-five inches." "Oh, good," Dolores commented with little enthusiasm. "Just as long as I'm not 38-38-38! Your turn, Kits!" Michael measured Kitty and tapped the figures into the computer. "It can't be," the girl protested. "I must be bigger!" "I measured it twice. You're still exactly forty-eight. Same as last month." "But I know I'm bigger. I feel bigger!" "Maybe you're just fuller and heavier, but not bigger in circumference," said Dolores. "Don't worry about it. Forty-eight is huge, anyway." "That's not the point. I can't just have stopped growing. Not at my age!" "You'll probably start again, Kits," Zelda reassured her. "Can you do me now, Micky?" She was bouncing around in her excitement. "All right!" Michael, in fact, was more than curious about Zelda. All three spectators watched in silence as she practically tore off her T-shirt. "It fastens at the front," she told them proudly, pointing to the clasp of her sturdy bra. "Waist first," her sisters chanted in chorus. "Nineteen!" Michael announced. "A whole inch less than a month ago." "Good grief!" Kitty groaned. "Your hips are twenty-eight. An inch more!" "Oh, no!" And your chest seems to be up to twenty-seven. Is that new bra a thirty- two?" "Yes, Micky." "Right. Now your bust. Hold still, please." "Shall I take this off...?" "No! Stand still, Zed!" Zelda stood rigidly to attention, holding her breath. So were Kitty and Dolores. "Thirty-seven!" Michael announced, then realised the implications of the words. "A 32E," whispered Kitty. "I know," the girl said proudly. "That's what they said in the shop. A DD is the same as an E. So I've gone up a whole cup size in a month!" "Yes, Zed." "Hey, just think," she carried on. The others thought they knew exactly what was coming, as Zelda pointed to her personal yellow line on the chart. "I'm 37-19-28! If that carries on until Dolly's baby arrives, my bust will be as big as Dolly's! Dolly?" "Yes, Zed?" "Could I feed her for you?" One Month Later - Sunday, 23rd October "Jilly, don't be such a baby! It's not Zelda's fault." "Whose fault is it, then?" Jilly sat in bed and hugged her knees. Mrs Cupps tried pleading again. "You can't stay in bed all day, dear! You'll starve. Please, come down and have something. The others left you some lunch. It's pie." Jilly weakened slightly. "Pie?" "Steak and kidney with mushrooms and things, in a flaky pastry." "Home made?" "Of course," her mother said indignantly. "We don't buy pies! The very thought!" "Maybe. Have they gone out? All of them?" "Michael took them over to the hills with Mrs Dudley's dog. It will be exercise for Dolly. She gets breathless so quickly now. And the others need it, too..." Mrs Cupps stopped before she mentioned a sensitive topic. Jilly threw back the covers and got out of bed. She looked gloriously fit. Mrs Cupps told her so. "I know! I've actually lost more than two inches in the last month. I'm down to nearly a seventeen-inch waist again!" Jilly stopped before she mentioned a sensitive topic. Her bust was down to nearly thirty-seven. But she felt better than she had for some time. And although she knew that Zelda was now comfortably bigger in the bust than she was, she hadn't asked by how much, so she was blissfully unaware that the kid was already up to a phenomenal forty inches. If Jilly had seen the way the yellow line on the chart was gradually steepening each month, she might have worried. But what the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over. Especially when the eye doesn't see figures of 40-19-29. Not that it was easy, ignoring Zelda's constant chatter. The child talked of nothing but her latest, biggest bra. And her next bra, which Zelda said would have to be specially made for her, as her boobies were going to be bigger than the biggest ever bra in the world, ever. Hurriedly, Jilly grabbed a huge slice of pie and a slightly smaller pile of potatoes, and retreated to the fortress of her bedroom before her sisters came home. They would probably have called it comfort eating. "A dog?" "Like Mrs Dudley's. We could take it for walks." "You don't get a choice in the matter. You'd have to take it for walks. Twice a day. Who'd do that?" "I would," said Zelda. "I was running with Bruno up on the hills." "Running? And how much longer do you think you'll be able to run, the way you're growing?" "Ma! I can still run. My boobs only hurt a little bit." Zelda cupped her young mountains gently, and winced. "What's all this about?" Dolores asked, coming in. She had changed into a different maternity dress, one with a bit more room. "Zelda wants a dog." "We've already got one. She's called Kitty." "Zelda, apart from needing lots of regular exercise, dogs cost money. There's food and biscuits, and vets' fees and injections. And you're going to need new bras all the time, and heaven only knows what those are going to cost, custom made..."