"PUFF, SHAN?" Corinne sat up straight, spilling half her cornflakes into her cleavage. "What will it do?"
"Well, you know young girls?" I said lasciviously.
"I know one or two. One gets to meet them, teaching at a girls' school."
"Well, you know their nipples? When they are starting to grow? How their moons sort of stick out, like walnuts, like apples sliced in half?"
"I had noticed." Corinne spooned cornflakes from her frontispiece and dropped them in her dish. I managed to scoop them up and ate them eagerly. "You mean like those girls there?" She indicated a group of passing Seconds.
"Yes, like those. Thrusting, plump, puffy nipples and areolae. Fat moons. A sign of growth about to start. A sign of impending hugeness."
"Get on with it, Shannie! What about Puff?"
"We're going to develop a new substance. Well, not me. The First Form Sexual Chemistry Group. It will be called Puff, and that's what it will do. It will grow fat moons."
"How do you know?"
"Know what?"
"That it will do that?"
"That's what it is designed for. To make fat moons on girls. Thrusting, plump, puffy..."
"Yeah, but when did anything ever designed here work as it was intended to? It's just as likely to give the girls Uncontrollable Horniness, like Lube and Steam."
"There's no need to be so negative, Cee."
"I'm only being realistic, Shannie."
"You just wait, that's all. Give those girls a month, and you'll see. You'll be grinning on the other side of your face when Puff comes out. Every girl in the school will be after her own special tub of the stuff."
"They'd be after their own special tub of Lube and Steam if they thought there was a chance of anyone finding the formula again. You know what this lot are like. If you could promise them a dose of Uncontrollable Horniness, you wouldn't see their arses for dust."
"You are a cynic, Corinne Meadowlark. Just you wait." I picked up a spoon and delved into her cleavage.
"Ow, Shannie, that's cold!"
The nearby girls giggled. They love to see their teachers having such fun.
"Are you doing anything later, Cee?"
"Sorry, yes. I have to go out this evening. Clit's had an invitation from the Borcestershire Guild of Foundation Garment and Brassière Manufacturers. They're having a lecture on Advanced Support Systems for the Considerably Fuller Bosom. We have to go. It would be rude not to. Another night, okay? Like old times."
"Puff, Shan?"
"That's just what Corinne said."
"But what's it do?" Smegs adjusted the height control straps on Sally Chung's bra. "Try again, Sally. You're getting closer!"
"That's cheating," I said, intrigued despite myself.
"S'not! It's not cheating to lower a girl's breasts so she can clean the blackboard."
"Look at her, dangling down there. She looks like an old woman!"
Sally began to cry again.
"Shut up!" we screamed at her in unison.
"Why can't you clean your own blackboard?" I demanded. "Why do you have to have the Form Head do it?"
"It's the principle of the thing. A girl has to find ways of performing everyday tasks."
"But that's Corinne's job. She's Support and Mobility Mistress. If she finds out you've been giving Sally special tuition in blackboard cleaning, she'll go absolutely spare. You know what she's like, especially at this time of the month."
"Please, Miss!"
"What is it, Sally?"
"Miss Meadowlark's been givin' me special tuition already, Miss. She says I've been walking around school wi 't tits danglin' round me tummy, Miss. She gave me ten thousand lines, Miss. 'Ah Moost Learn To Wear Me Tits At A Decent Fookin' Height,' Miss."
"There you are, Megan. I told you. Ten thousand! Corinne must be having a difficult period."
"You've been punishing Sally as well, Shan!"
"I'm allowed. It's my school. If I can't give a girl a small punishment, there's no point in my being here at all."
"Ah've sprained me wrist, Miss. Ah'll not be able to spank you tonight. Nurse said to tell you."
Smegs sniggered unpleasantly. "You can get dressed and go and have your tea, Sally. Same time tomorrow night, okay?"
"Okay, Miss Mountains." She scrambled hurriedly into her skirt and blouse before Smegs could change her mind, then offered her cheek for a kiss.
The door closed. There was much more space in Smegs's compact bedroom without the curiously bulky First Form Head. I snuggled against my friend, but she wriggled away, looking at her watch. "Sorry, Shannie, love. No time right now." She climbed into her panties, always an enthralling sight as the almost pure white crotch piece settled itself around the improbable bulges and crevices of Smegs's intimate womanhood. She raised an elbow and sniffed her armpit, then wiped the resultant tears from her eyes with what looked suspiciously like a pair of Junior panties. She buttoned her blouse, all left thumbs.
"Where are you going?"
"Got a date. I'm taking young Angelica into town. Her first taste of the night life of Borcester." She took a grip of my cheek between two fingers and shook it. "Wish me luck, kiddo!"
Life's a bitch.
Molly Malone droned on. She seemed to have been talking for weeks. The clock said it was only five minutes. Oh, shit.
"Sure it isn't good enough, Headmistress," she lilted charmingly. I stuffed screwed-up balls of industrial paper towel in my ears, but to no avail. If anything, her voice was even louder. It was spooky. "We need to do somt'ing about it."
"About what?" My own voice was deafeningly loud with my ears blocked up.
Molly Malone's was even louder. She was leaning closer, breathing organically all over me. "About the environment. All this industrial paper towel we consume here. Sure it ought to be recycled."
"It already is recycled," I said wearily. "It's made of recycled toilet paper."
"Then we ought to use it as compost. In fact, it would be better." She produced a startling U-turn in her policy statement. "Recycling it would only allow it to be used for the manufacture of laminates used in the production of cars, which serve to line the pockets of the bosses and cause global warming and the destruction of the ozone layer."
"And the rain forests?"
"And the rain forests," she added. "So we will return it to the Earth!"
Actually, she didn't pronounce it quite like that. She called it 'duh Urtt', giving it an eerily Scandinavian sound. It was the fashionable way of saying it, I knew, but that made it no less unpleasant. If only these people knew how much support they were losing by their absurdly affected attempts at sounding like semi-literate ga-gas with terminal catarrh.
"You're not listening, Headmistress."
"I am, I am."
"So you will allow me a working party? T'irty girls a day?"
"You what?"
"T'irty girls a day, once a week. We will dig a trench and bury the waste paper. It will decompose to form pure soil."
"But it's full of love juice."
"Human bodily fluids," she corrected me, as if to prove she knew what love juice was. "And between these layers of waste paper, we will bury the vast quantities of underwear which I currently see being carried away in huge lorries."
"You can't do that. Smegs would go ape-shit. Sales of soiled panties are one of our best money-spinners. With those sales, we can operate St Cat's at a profit."
"Profit!" Miss Malone spat. She did actually spit, producing a lurid green blob of something or other on the table. Girls on either side of us made retching motions and staggered out of the restaurant, looking pale.
"I hope you're going to clean that up," I said sternly.
"Profit!" she said again, fortunately less productively. "De world is obsessed with profits. All wealth should be redistributed fairly and equitably. Profit is an obscenity, an excrescence, an abomination in the sight of the Lord, a suppurating sore on the cheek of our children and our children's children."
Barking mad, of course. Stark, staring mad. How in the name of all that's Holy did Molly Malone ever anticipate having children, let alone children's children? Who would ever do it with her? One of her fellow protesters who lived in holes in the ground: lovable heroes with captivating names to woo the fashionable media presenters who wouldn't know global warming from a stinkingly inefficient catalytic converter?
"Clean up that mess before you go," I snapped, and went outside for some much needed fresh air. Needless to say, Molly Malone was a vegetarian. As if she didn't have enough troubles just having haemorrhoids.
My conscience doesn't often say things to me. If it does, I prefer not to listen to the priggish little jumped-up bastard. But as I maneouvred my breasts out through the doorway of the restaurant, a still small voice spoke to me.
'Have you never considered, Chauntaille,' it wheedled, 'that you ought to be diverting some of the extensive research and development facilites of St Cat's High School for Growing Girls into more humanitarian causes than the growing of vast breasts in young innocent girls?'
"Can you think of a better use for it?"
A number of Second Formers scattered hurriedly at the spectre of their beloved headmistress talking to herself.
The voice went on. 'How about some of the world's incurable diseases? Should you not be thinking of those whose every living hour is racked with pain and suffering?'
"Who did you have in mind?"
The voice chose that moment not to reply. And yet, I knew with a sudden conviction of my Mission in this Life. I could cure suffering. I could put Miss Malone out of her misery. Not, regrettably, in the most satisfying way. Too many witnesses.
But no. I would choose some of the school's best brains, and set them the task of curing Miss Malone's piles.
"Piles, Pan. You're always pregnant! You must have heard of them, even if you haven't had them yourself. They're up your arse." Suzanne pinched her nose between finger and thumb and indicated the general area on her cousin.
"Oh, poo! You're filthy!"
"Well, you heard what Miss Gruntworthy said. We're the top brains in the school, when it comes to Sexual Chemistry, so she's chosen us to develop Hemagon."
"It's a horrible name, Suze."
"It's a horrible thing to have. Miss Malone's got it, and Miss Gruntworthy reckons that's why she's such a pain in the arse all the time."
"So we have to develop a cure! Why us?"
"Because we're the best. Look at our long history of success. Grow, Shrink, Lube and Steam, and Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus! Every one a winner. Look at the size of the girls round here."
"Some of us are natural. How do we know it's anything to do with chemicals at all? It might all be natural. Anastasia and Sexy Amy and Victoria might have been that size without Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus being invented. After all," Pansy ended modestly, "look at mine!"
Suzanne looked, not for the first time, at her cousin. Her own entirely natural ninety-inch bust was a splendid thing in its own right, but Pansy's, possibly with the aid of her second child's need for milk, was verging on the ridiculous, even by St Cat's standards. "I s'pose I'm going to have to do all the mixing, since your arms won't even reach as far as the ends of your tits."
"That's fair enough. I'm the brains of the operation. I'll just keep an eye on you to see you don't make any more of your stupid fuck-ups."
"It's not me that uses cow and sugar as a substitute for girl-milk."
Pansy flushed. Suzanne never let her forget. "There won't be any milk in Hemagon. Just a careful selection of bodily fluids and pure herbal ingredients, blended into a smooth, readily applied cream..."
"Into a what?" Suzanne had turned pale. "I'm not..."
"You'll have to. My arms aren't long enough."
"Oh, no. Not me. I am not sticking my fingers up the PE Mistress's arse."
"Somebody has to."
"She can do it herself."
"How are you going to get her to do that? Miss Gruntworthy said we're not to tell Miss Malone about Hemagon. She only believes in natural healing. That's why she's in the state she's in."
Suzanne brightened. "We could make it into a spray."
"You mean, a sort of arsehole aerosol? She wouldn't like that. She thinks they cause volcanoes to go off in the Rockies."
"I suppose they would do, when you come to think of it. Just a spray bottle, then, like we used to use when we did Cassandra for the first time." Both girls remembered, slow smiles spreading across their faces.
"You'll still have to do the squirting. I'd never be able to see where I was aiming the bottle."
"Okay, yeah, yeah! Like I want to hear about the size of your tits every three minutes. I'll spray it. You're the brains of the operation. You'll have to persuade her to take her knickers off and bend over."
"That's the easy part. Trust me. Now, get mixing, cousin! One gallon of warm water..."
"It's done, Pan!" Suzanne whispered, holding up the wooden spoon. They watched it anxiously for a few seconds until with a reassuring thud, it burst into flames.
"Looks good." Pansy looked on as her cousin held the spoon under the tap. It reignited a few times, but finally went out, leaving a black snowfall of smuts gently drifting down on to the upper slopes of their custom lab coats. Pansy's was well over three feet in front of her. "Is my milk coming in?" she asked.
Suzanne walked round and inspected the peaks of Pansy's breasts. "Just starting to seep through," she confirmed. "You'd better go off and feed the kids. I'll bottle this stuff. How much do we need?"
"Two bottles will do. She'll need half a dozen sprayings, probably. You can store the rest. Don't forget the label this time!"
"It's you that always forgets the labels. You let me get on with my job, and you can think of a way to get Miss Malone to bend over half a dozen times while we squirt a load of juice up her jacksy."
"Huh!"
Suzanne was in her element. She pulled her long rubber gloves up to her elbows and brushed her hair out of her eyes, then inserted a funnel into the first bottle.
"What ya doin...?"
Splwoosh!
"Fuck me! What are you creeping around like that for, scaring seven shades of shit out of me? Oh, it's you, Miss!" Suzanne wiped most of the spilled Hemagon from her arms and breasts.
Miss Grimbeau came closer. "Sorry I startled you, Suzanne. I didn't know you had a bucket of water in your hands."
"It's not water." Suzanne topped up the bottle and transferred her funnel to the next one. She picked up the bucket again.
"Not water? Ooh, no, it's not. Hey, it's a kewl color! What is it?"
Suzanne watched as Miss Grimbeau dipped a finger in the vivid yellow solution and took a taste.
"You shouldn't have done that, Miss."
"Why not? What's in it?"
"Oh, things. A load of herbs and spices from the mysterious east..."
"Wow!" Miss Grimbeau took another finger-full. "It's kinda sweet, but kinda salty."
"That will be the FE-13."
"FE-13? What's FE-13?" She sucked her finger before helping herself to more.
"Female Ejaculate — Thirteen Years Old." Suzanne watched anxiously as the teacher spluttered and spat into the sink. "It hasn't gone off, has it? It took an hour to mix this lot up." Miss Grimbeau was wiping her mouth with a handful of industrial paper towel. "Actually, it's not Thirteen. It ought to be FE-12a. It was mine. Pansy was going to do it, but she wanted a piss and thought it might mess things up if we got FU-13 in with it by mistake. But mine was pure girl-goo. Nothing added, nothing taken out."
Miss Grimbeau looked shaken, still spitting into the sink at intervals. "Eeeeeuuuuwww!" she exclaimed at length.
"Can you taste the smegma in it?" Suzanne asked anxiously. "We didn't have much. I thought we were going to have to send out for some more. It comes from Lord Ted's of course. We're down to our last jar, for some reason. I think those Firsts have been using it."
Miss Grimbeau made a nauseous noise and fled from the room. Americans were so dramatic about some things.
Sighing, Suzanne wiped the last splashes of fluid off herself, dumped the contents of the bucket into a plastic container, scrawled HEMAGON on the label, and placed it with exaggerated care on the middle shelf in the store room.
"Must be nearly tea time. If I move, I can be first in the queue."
And as Suzanne carefully locked the store room door behind her, dropping the key into her cleavage with a feeling of grown-up responsibility, the tea bell sounded. She hurried out, rebounding massively.
In the store room, the mixture began to bubble and effervesce. Within a minute, it had forced its way past the screw cap of the container, yellow streaks of liquid dribbling down the sides. Seconds later, it had dissolved away the last traces of the word HEMAGON. Within a minute, it had begun to drip through the slats of the shelf on to the lid of the tub directly beneath.
The clock, as they say, was ticking.
Suzanne, despite her outrageous bust, was a swift mover. She had had her breasts for several years, after all. Despite her delayed start, she was at the head of the queue and began loading up her tray. She was famished. At last, with her tray piled high, she made her way to the Third Formers' regular table and set to with a will and a purpose.
By the time her classmates arrived, she had eaten almost of a third of her meal. There was still three times as much on her plate as any of the other girls had to start with. Suzanne was starving.
"WOO-WOO-woo-woo-woo-WOOOWOW! Jeezus! I've lost count!"
"Somebody put a sock in it."
"Shut the cow up, somebody."
"What's up with the girl?"
"She hasn't stopped since tea time."
"Are you all right, Suze?" Pansy leaned over her cousin's bed and mopped her streaming brow with a handful of industrial paper towel.
"That's better. That was a good one. A doozy."
"They all sound pretty good. But that's hundreds you've had and it's only six o'clock. You can't keep coming for ever."
"Why not? Woo-woo-woo-woo-WOW!"
"Because the others will get jealous. They're starting to complain already. The noise is going to keep them awake. And it is getting a bit ... well ... musky in here."
"They don't have to stay in the dorm. They can sleep in the loo if they don't like the sound of a girl climaxing. Ooof. Oo-woow-woowoo-woo-woo-woo-WEOWEEEEE, Pan-zee! The best yet!"
"It sounded good." Pansy laid the baby down and wrung her hands helplessly. "Woo-woo-woo..."
"You too? Woo-WOW!"
"Me too. Woo-woo-woo-Shit!"
"I wonder what's causing it? I mean, I've had Uncontrollable Horniness before, but it was never like this! This is incredible! Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-WAAAGH!" A glass shattered on her bedside table.
"I'm going to fetch Nurse. You must be ill."
"Don't cure me, Pan!" Suzanne cried in sudden panic. "It feels so amazing!" She performed three more orgasms in rapid succession and followed it up with two more at the same time.
"Hang on, Suze. I'll go and find a teacher. I won't be long. If baby wakes up, burp her and give her a cuddle. I'll be back in a minute. Woo-woo-woo-woo..."
"Woo-woo-wooo-WHOOOOOOPEEE!" Suzanne was enjoying herself, although it was hard work. "Bloody hell," she muttered as soon as she recovered her breath, "this is the life!"
"She can't be! Megan, that's disgusting! How would you like it if somebody said the same thing about you?"
"It's true!"
"No. It's terrible, saying stuff like that about another woman. And a member of staff, too! How dare you make up stuff like that?"
"I didn't make it up. She told me herself."
"What happened. Tell me again."
"We went into Borcester. On the bus. We went to that pub down Market Street. You know the one. Rafferty's. That Irish theme pub where they do pizza while you wait and have Karaoke on Thursdays?"
"You wanted to show her a typical English pub?"
"That's right. Anyway, we got some drinks and took a look at the talent. I mean, we were pretty spectacular, the two of us. I've got the Shape and Angelica was wearing one of her rubber skirts and a really low-cut T-shirt."
I began to feel vague stirrings of lust.
"So I've seen these two blokes I fancied. Well, hers was a bit of a pratt, but mine was tasty enough. And they've got us a drink and some ready-salted crisps and I'm thinking, we've pulled."
"Pulled, yeah." I was beginning to breathe heavily. Smegs wiped my brow with a handful of industrial paper towel.
"Anyway, mine's called Trevor and hers is Gary, and we've all got up and done this song together and Angelica can really sing, you know? Wow. Halfway through, she's told us to shut up and she's taken a whole chorus to herself, standing on the table, just like in your office."
"Like in my office. You mean, she took her skirt off?" More industrial paper towel.
"No, but she sang, and her voice! It sort of sent a shiver down my spine, and everybody in the pub shut up and listened, and when she's sat down, they're cheering and clapping and going crazy. Trev and Gaz had never heard anything like it. Trev said he'd never known a girl who could sing before. I don't think he'd even met one that could talk. Anyway, I was soaked!"
"Soaked, yeah! Wooh, Smegs!"
"I thought, I'm getting rid of these two blokes and getting down on this kid in the taxi all the way home. But just then, there's Trev and Gaz dragging us outside and they've got this taxi waiting and they're taking us back to Trev's place 'cos Gary's wife don't know he's out. But we've got in the taxi and Angelica's trying to hug me and I'm thinking how we're going to get rid of these two geeks and keep the taxi. Then I've realised she's not giving me a cuddle, she's trying to tell me something. And that's when she's told me."
"She's ... she told you?"
"She's a virgin."
"Oh, Smegs. No! That's a disgusting thing to say."
We sat quietly for a while, fondling each other gently.
"Oh, Shannie! Keep doing that!"
I kept doing it, although my hands were trembling. "So, what happened?"
"Happened?"
"In the taxi."
"I made her sick." Smegs was so disturbed that she had lapsed into the past tense.
"You what?"
"I made Angelica throw up all over Gary's lap. A load of school dinner and Caffreys."
"Oh, what a shameful waste."
"Not really. Gary nearly passed out. He was so worried about how he would be able to explain to his wife that he'd come home from working overtime with a lapful of sick. And Trevor wasn't too keen, especially when I started making sicky noises. They paid the driver and nipped out. We saw them going into a Tandoori..."
"So you came home...?"
"And she said it was true. She's never had it."
"The shame of it. We'll hush it up, of course..."
Again we sat quietly, apart from soft lapping sounds.
"Don't American girls do it, then, Smegs?"
"Fuck, you mean? I don't know. Don't see why not. I mean, American boys do, don't they?"
"Some of them. Not many. They talk about it a lot, but they don't learn Sex the way we do here."
We contemplated this appalling scenario.
"How do they have babies, then?"
Smegs shook her head. "Maybe they don't. They're big on mail order over there. Maybe they've learned how to avoid sex."
"What are we going to do? We can hide it from the girls for a day or so, but no longer. Girls know these things."
"We'll have to get her laid."
"By a girl or a boy?"
"Both. Not at the same time," she added hurriedly, "Maybe once she's had a girl, she'll want to try a bloke."
"Does Cee know?"
"No, why?"
"Oh, nothing..."
I slid off the bed and found my T-shirt.
"Where are you going?"
"I've got some work to do. Marking." You haven't seen her around anywhere today?"
"Who, Cee?"
"No," I said casually. "You know? Miss ... um ... thingie."
"Angelica? She was in her room. She'd eaten something that didn't agree with her, she said. Shan, you're not..."
"I'm headmistress, Megan!"
"That doesn't mean you can fuck everybody you fancy."
"Of course not. I fancy everybody. There would never be time. I'll go and look in her room. It's all right, you just lie still and recover."
"Miss Grimbeau? Angelica? Are you awake?" I tried the door handle. It opened. The curtains were drawn and it was dark inside. There was a faint smell of something. Fruit? A sweet smell. A bit rubbery. "It's me, Chauntaille. Miss Gruntworthy."
"Oh, hi, Headmistress. Come on in. I wasn't feeling too good. Something I ate." She raised herself on one elbow, then subsided again. I found the switch for the bedside lamp.
She looked hot. I looked for something to wipe her forehead, then went outside the door for a roll of industrial paper towel. "Is that better, dear?"
"Thank you. I must've eaten something I wasn't used to. I'm not really used to the food yet."
"And homesick, too. Don't worry, you'll soon settle in. Would you like me to get you a drink? One of the girls can bring something over."
"Just water, thanks. From the cooler."
"We don't actually have a water cooler, love. We can get you a jug of water and some ice from the lab."
She struggled up. "No, no! Not the lab!"
"It's all right." I laid her gently down again. She didn't object. "Good girl, lie still. Are you hot?" I pulled back the bed covers. "But you're still dressed. You must be boiling in there. Here, let me help you off with your things..."
There was a pounding on the door.
"Miss? Miss Gruntworthy? Are you in there?"
"Pansy? What's the matter?" I struggled to my feet and covered Miss Grimbeau quickly so as not to embarrass Pansy.
She came in, panting, her breasts heaving. They went up and down at least three feet, I noticed.
"It's Suzanne, Miss. She's in the dorm."
"She made you run all the way over here just to find me? In your condition?" I thought about Pansy's current condition and decided that if she was pregnant again, it wasn't yet confirmed. "Why couldn't she come herself?"
"That's just it, Miss. That's all she can do. She hasn't stopped coming since we got back from tea!"
Corinne strolled casually along the corridor, coming to a halt outside Miss Grimbeau's room. The door was ajar, which encouraged her to give it a little push. "Angelica? You in there?"
"Sure, come on in. Hey, everyone's being so friendly. I was feeling a little icky, and now the whole school's coming to see me."
"Everyone? The whole school?"
"Miss Gruntworthy came. Then a girl came and took her away. A little girl with the most huge breasts. Suzanne's cousin?"
"Pansy. That little slut. What did she want?"
"I dunno, Corinne. They talk so fast, and they have these English accents. Something about Suzanne coming. Funny, I thought she was already here. She was in the lab earlier."
"Was she now? I wonder what she was doing?"
"Pouring a bucket of yellow gloop into some bottles. There was a wooden spoon there, looked like it had been on fire. And she told me what was in this gloop, but I think she was kidding."
"Don't be too sure. What did she say it was?"
"FE-13? Or FE12a? And smegma from Lord Ted? It made no sense. Is a Lord higher than a King?"
"No."
"Oh, good. It made me feel icky, anyways, but that was probably because of what she was saying. I only tasted a little bit of it."
"You tasted it?"
"Just a finger dipped in. It was okay. What was it?"
"We may never know. You might end up with Uncontrollable Horniness. Or tits the size of beanbags."
"Wow!"
"You don't mind?"
"Depends on the size of the beanbags, I guess. As long as I could still get into my catsuit."
"Your what?" Corinne's voice was faint.
"My latex catsuit. I get them from the same place I get my skirts. You wanna see it?"
"D'uh! Yes, please."
"Okay. Angelica got up and lifted a heavy suitcase down from the top of her wardrobe. She dumped it on the bed and opened the lid.
"Which color do you prefer?"
I would have got to the Thirds' Dorm a lot quicker if we hadn't had to keep stopping while Pansy got her breath back. Her breasts were only a couple of feet bigger than mine. She was disgracefully unfit. The sooner we got our new work-out facility, the better.
"It's the milk, Miss. When it comes in, they weigh tons more and they bounce all over the place. Nearly there, anyway."
We could hear Suzanne from the top of the stairs. Girls were walking up and down the corridors with their fingers in their ears and expressions of acute embarrassment on the faces.
"Woo-woo-oooooo-woo-woo-WHEEEEE!"
"That's her," said Pansy quite unnecessarily. "It's the Uncontrollable Horniness, all right. She's still got it."
"Have you been messing around in the lab again?"
"Me, Miss? No, Miss!" Somehow, I just knew she was telling the truth. I know these things.
"Hi, Miss!" Suzanne was red-faced and soaked in sweat, but quite cheerful.
"I came as quickly as I could. Pansy can't waddle very fast."
"No, Miss. She's a fat cow. Wow. Wow-wow-owoo-wow-woo-woo-WOW!"
I held her damp hand. "Hang in there, Suze, love. I'm going to get one of the girls to mix an antelope."
The girl went ashen pale.
"Where's Anastasia?" I asked her.
"Fucking. With her Clark over at Lord Ted's."
"Bugger it. Never mind. We'll get the raw materials from the store and mix the antelope out in the bogs."
"We've got some ready mixed, Miss," said Pansy breathlessly. "The experimental 5X batch. It worked on a cat when we tried it, Miss."
Suzanne went even paler.
"Right," I said decisively. "We need to act quickly. Every second is vital. Now who can we trust to bring the right stuff from the lab stores?" I looked around helplessly. The answer was clear. Nobody. "It will have to be you, Pansy."
"Oh, Miss! I'm knackered. It will take me ages!"
"The sooner you start, then, the better. And as soon as you've got the antelope, call in to the teachers' domestic quarters and find a teacher to come over here and help look after Suzanne. Who's got the key of the store?"
"Me." Suzanne fished the key out of her cleavage on its string.
"You had that? I thought Pansy said you hadn't been in the la..."
I turned round. Pansy had snatched the key and disappeared at high speed.
Pansy came to a panting halt at the end of the corridor. A First Form girl was coming up the stairs. She recognised her from Maternity. It was Nurse's brat.
"Hello, Valentina," Pansy cooed softly.
"Hello, Pansy."
"Where are you going?"
"The dorm. I've got to finish my homework. I haven't done my Sex." A howling noise echoed along the corridor. "What's that?"
"My cousin. She's got the Uncontrollable Horniness."
"Gosh! Where'd she catch it?"
"You don't catch it. It's not a disease. Although it isn't very pleasant. It's ... like, well, it's a sort of chemical thing. In fact, you can help her if you like."
"Help Suzanne? How? I'm only a First Former. I'm not allowed to do practical Sex."
"You won't have to do Sex, Valentina."
"Oh."
"I was going down to the lab to fetch something for Suzanne. You could go. I'm so big, I get out of breath. If you go, I'll give you a special surprise present."
Valentina's face lit up. "What do I have to do?"
"Take this key." It emerged from Pansy's bodice on its string. "Go and open the Sexual Chemistry lab store room, and bring a tub you'll find on the bottom shelf in the middle. It's got green writing on the label. It says 'Anecdote UH-5X'. Bring it up to the Thirds' Dorm and give it to Miss Gruntworthy."
"Has she got Uncontrollable Horniness, too?"
"No, she's holding Suze's hand. Hurry, there she goes again."
"Woo-woo-woo-woo-WOOOAH!" Suzanne came thunderously, the skylights rattling in the corridor.
Valentina snatched the key and roared off down the stairs, her breasts bouncing extravagantly.
Pansy smiled and sauntered away in the direction of the teachers' quarters.
Corinne wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The closeness of Angelica was driving her to distraction. The lush-curves of the young teacher's body swelled and rippled inside the stretchy latex cat-suit. The shiny blackness of the material contrasted with the rich chocolate of her face, which gleamed with beads of perspiration in the musky atmosphere of the little bedroom.
"How does it look? Is it straight?"
It was anything but straight. There wasn't a straight line to be seen, and everything was in sinuous motion, even though Angelica was standing still.
"I need to wee," Corinne bleated. "I won't be a minute." She backed out of the room.
"Don't be long!"
"Don't go away!"
Corinne shot away to the toilet, panting.
Pansy appeared, also panting, around the corner, and walked along the corridor, looking in each room as she passed.
"Oh, hi, Miss Grimbo. You seem to be the only one up here."
"Hello. Pansy, isn't it? Suzanne's cousin? Are you allowed to come up here?"
"I'm on an errand. Miss Gruntworthy told me to come and find a teacher. Suzanne's got the Uncontrollable Horniness."
"The what?"
"It's something we get in England a lot. It makes her come continuously. It's quite fun, but tiring."
It all sounded intriguing enough to Miss Grimbeau.
"I'd better go."
"Yeah! Hey, you going dressed like that?"
Miss Grimbeau looked down at herself. "I don't look too bad, do I?"
"You look great to me, Miss," Pansy grinned. She reached out past her breast and probed Miss Grimbeau's taut latex-skinned globe with an inquiring finger.
"Oooh, Pansy!"
"It feels nice, Miss Grimbo. But I suppose you'd better hurry up and go. It's an emergency."
"Right!" Miss Grimbeau headed for the door, brushing past Pansy with a faint, rubbery squeaking noise. She went five yards down the corridor before coming back. "Where am I supposed to be going?"
"Oh." Pansy tried to remember. "You'd better go down to the Sexual Chemistry laboratory. There's a store room leading off it, you know?"
"I know it, thanks. And Pansy? Your cousin's gonna be okay. Okay?"
Pansy emerged from Miss Grimbeau's bedroom in time to see Miss Meadowlark appear round the corner. Rather to the girl's surprise, the teacher gasped and backed away out of sight. She shrugged. Miss Meadowlark was a bit weird these days. Always doing strange things.
She was about to go back to the dorms when she remembered. She was supposed to have sent the teacher to the dorm, not to the store room. Valentina had already gone to the store room with the key. Pansy shook her head in exasperation. Since first becoming pregnant for the third time, she had become prone to such scatterbrained lapses. Meanwhile, poor Suzanne was woo-woo-woo-ing her poor little pussy off in the dorm and Miss Gruntworthy would be getting mad.
Pansy was on the point of lumbering off after Miss Grimbeau and diverting her, when a door creaked open along the corridor and Miss Mountains crept out — dressed only in bra and panties — her tongue poking out with exaggerated care, placing one bare foot before the other. She glanced furtively up the corridor, then turned and saw Pansy staring at her.
To Pansy's surprise, Miss Mountains neighed in terror and shot back into her room. There was a moment's silence, then her head appeared around the door.
"Hi, Miss!"
"What do you want?"
"It's an emergency, Miss. Suzanne's got the Uncontrollable Horniness and Miss Gruntworthy said could I find a teacher to go and see to her?"
"See to her?" Miss Mountains looked suddenly interested.
"Look after her. Or something. Valentina's fetching the anecdote, and I was supposed to send Miss Grimbo to the dorm, but I got it wrong and sent her down to the store room as well. Now I'm pregnant all the time, I get so confused."
"I'll go," announced Miss Mountains with sudden decisiveness. She disappeared into her room and came out shrugging into a dressing gown. She tied the cord round the middle in a commanding manner. "How long ago did she leave?"
"Only a couple of minutes."
"Good!" And with a husky moan, Miss Mountains hurtled off, leaving only a faint, soft aroma of deeply aroused teacher in her wake.
With the satisfaction of a job well done, Pansy sighed deeply and was about to take a more leisurely return to the dorm when she glanced into Miss Grimbeau's room and happened to notice the suitcase open on the bed.
And it was filled, she saw, with the most amazing articles of clothing.
Valentina stood with arms akimbo, inside the door of the store room. There was a strange smell in the room, a bit like the seaside at low tide. It wasn't unpleasant. In fact, Valentina found it curiously exciting. Strangely, it seemed stronger when she went further into the store room and approached the shelves in the middle.
Bottom shelf, a tub marked 'Anecdote...' There was a tub there, but whatever had been written on the label in green marker pen had smeared and become illegible. Something seemed to have dripped down from the container on the shelf above. She found her finger reaching out to dip itself into the strangely intense yellow fluid that had seeped around the neck of the container.
"Hmm! Not too bad. A bit like spunk, really. Not the right colour, though. Either that, or the boys from the football team all had an unusual type of plain white spunk. Valentina took another taste. Mmm-nice!"
Something else was nice. There was a sensation of soft, probing fingers questing between her thighs and feeling around her private parts. The feeling was so vivid that she parted her thighs with a low moan to let the fingers explore deeper.
It came as something of a surprise to discover that the fingers were her own. Her disappointment was short-lived. "Woo-woo-woo-woo," she said, conversationally at first, then more argumentatively. "WOW!" she ended in tones of absolute certainty, falling to her knees on the floor of the store room.
A shadow fell across the light.
"Valentina? Are you okay?"
"Eeeek! Miss Grimbo?" The girl struggled to her feet, rearranging her clothing. "I was just getting the antelope for Uncontrollable Horniness to take to Miss Gruntworthy in the Thirds' dorm," she explained, sounding like a character in a farce. She grabbed at the handle of the tub with the smeared green-ink label and headed for the doorway. "Woo-woo-woo," she found herself saying. (She had been taught the official St Cat's High School for Growing Girls orgasmic wording by her older sisters.)
Miss Grimbeau stood aside. The poor First Former wobbled out, looking flushed. Probably running a temperature. She ought to see Nurse. In time, Miss Grimbeau remembered Nurse was Valentina's mother, so she would only send her to bed and tell her to come back and see her when she was better. Faint orgasmic sounds followed the girl away up the stairs.
Valentina had left the door open and the key in the lock. Better return it to Miss Gruntworthy for safe keeping. But this was an interesting room, full of all sorts of things. Miss Grimbeau stepped inside and took a deep breath.
"Wow!" she said. "That smells good!"
Corinne was in a mild panic, unusually for her. Miss Grimbeau had gone from her room. The suitcase was still open on the bed, but of Angelica there was no sign. Corinne went back out into the corridor, looking both ways. She crept along in the direction of Smegs's room, dreading what she might find.
Nothing. Which was a relief in a way, except that Smegs hadn't been in her room either. She had run off somewhere, presumably with Angelica. They would be doing it together.
Ever since Angelica had modestly turned her back and eased her generously curved rump into the black latex cat-suit, Corinne had been in a state of molten arousal. And when she had zipped herself into the clinging suit and then — only then — turned round, Corinne had flooded herself without so much as a woo-woo-woo. Not even a little token one.
Angelica had been a truly magnificent vision of loveliness. Or rubberiness. It was no use. Corinne made an excuse and backed out of the bedroom. Five minutes alone. To recover.
And now, the vision had disappeared, the way visions had a habit of doing. It was what visions did best, after all. This one, though, was more than just a vision. It had obviously been there: the scent of warm latex still hung in the air.
The suitcase invited her. Corinne looked inside. Angelica was obviously a collector of rubberwear. Corinne chose a bright red number, then clutched it to her face and hurried away to her bedroom.
Smegs's nose, as sensitive as a dog's, twitched as she came down the stairs and along the corridor to the Sexual Chemistry laboratory. It led her through the door — stronger still — and into the store room. The smell which had lent wings to her heels had been comprised of something like 50% warm latex and 25% extremely warm girl. There was also a faint odour of chemicals, reminiscent of fresh salmon and ripe truffles, with the merest hint of bleach. And something else which Smegs couldn't quite put her finger on but was determined to as soon as she got within reach of the delectable Miss Grimbeau.
Miss Grimbeau stood in the middle of the store room, apparently deciding what to try first.
"Angelica!" Smegs sighed, tearing at herself in her need to get naked as quickly as possible.
"Miss Mountains!"
"Call me Megan," Smegs croaked hoarsely, as she threw the dressing gown in the corner and crept closer to Miss Grimbeau, cursing and struggling with her bra strap. "Can you help me with this thing?" she snapped in exasperation.
"Oh, of course. Why are you taking it off?" Miss Grimbeau fumbled with the hooks and released Smegs's breasts. The bra straps slid down her shoulders and her breasts surged upwards and outwards like happy basketballs.
"Wow, yours are big!"
"What?" Smegs was taken by surprise. Nobody said that to her at St Cat's. With a mere sixty-five and a half inches up top, Smegs was just below average. But Miss Grimbeau seemed serious about it.
"They're so round and full. Mine are tiddly little things compared to yours. Look at them!" She prodded a finger into the latex. There was a lot of girl in there, but as Chauntaille had suggested, the new teacher could easily carry a couple of feet more up top. "I was looking round to see what you had in stock."
"You were? You want to grow?"
Miss Grimbeau giggled, a sound which reminded Smegs that she was still wearing panties. They now hung away from her crotch with fluid spurting out of every available outlet. Smegs clutched at herself and was rewarded with a satisfying squish and a generous handful of juices. Miss Grimbeau's eyes came out on stalks. "You're all wet!"
"I'd noticed," Smegs panted, feeling another gush as her internal muscles clenched like a fist. "Woooh!"
"What's the matter? Can I help you?"
"Oooow. Woo-woo-wow!" Smegs sank to the floor.
Miss Grimbeau knelt by her side, bringing with her an overwhelming scent of latex and other delights. "Here, rest your head in my lap. Should I fetch help?"
"NO!" Smegs tried to struggle to a sitting position, then lay back again, face down this time. She said something else, but the words disappeared into Miss Grimbeau's groin area.
Not really knowing what to do, Miss Grimbeau stroked Smegs's bare shoulders and back. It seemed to soothe her. "Would you like me to take those wet pants off for you?"
The answer was presumably in the affirmative, judging by the way Smegs's head went up and down against her crotch. Miss Grimbeau thought it felt quite pleasant, but felt it wasn't perhaps the best time to mention it. She leaned across Smegs's powerful back and began working the soggy undergarment down the taut buttocks. It became stuck a couple of times, and by the time the panties were free of all obstructions, Miss Grimbeau was feeling decidedly hot.
Smegs turned over, and looked up into the big brown eyes. "Kiss me, Angelica!"
"Kiss you? But you're..."
"A woman, yes!"
"No, I was going to say, I'm only a junior teacher."
"That needn't matter. Kiss me!" And Smegs closed her eyes and waited.
It would be rude not to, Miss Grimbeau decided. She bent forward, her hair falling around Smegs's face and neck, and placed her slightly parted lips on Smegs's mouth. A hand immediately came round the back of her neck and pulled her closer. "Mee-gan!"
"Don't fight it, Angelica! Let it out. Let the fire out of that wonderful womanly body! "Woo-woo-woo-WOWEE!"
The room smelled more interesting than ever.
There was a knock on the open door.
"'Scuse me, Miss!"
AT LEAST, Suzanne's Uncontrollable Horniness seemed to be getting better. She had apparently fallen asleep. At least, in between her orgasms, she was now quiet. She just closed her eyes and snored gently, waking up every couple of minutes to come majestically. It was an impressive performance.
Surprisingly, it was not Pansy but Valentina who had arrived with a heavy tub which she assured me was the antelope.
"What's this you've spilled on the top?" I had asked her when she placed the tub on the floor.
"I didn't spill anything. There was stuff dripping on to it from the next shelf up. It smells lovely!" And she had taken a huge sniff at it and come almost instantly. Just in case there had been any connection, however tenuous, between these two actions, I wiped the top of the tub with industrial paper towel.
"Where's the key to the store?"
Valentina had gone bright red and her hand had gone to her mouth. As a First Former, she hadn't yet done Practical Lying, Deception and Duplicity.
"Get downstairs and lock the store room. Then bring the key back here to me."
The lid of the antelope tub was tight. At least, none of the nice-smelling goo that had dripped on to it would have penetrated inside. Mmmm nice-smelling stuff. I took another sniff at the handful of industrial paper towel, then a deeper breath.
"Ooooh, woo! Woo-woo-woo!"
"Golly, Miss! You too?"
Pansy sashayed into the dorm.
"What on earth are you wearing, girl?" Actually, it was patently obvious what she was wearing, but she looked so staggering that I had to hear it from her own lips.
Pansy did not disappoint. "Do you like it, Miss?" She slunk around for a while, tracing a sinuous course around the dormitory table. Fortunately, the dorm was empty: Suzanne's ecstasies had driven the rest of the girls to seek peace and shelter.
"Where did you get it? Whose is it?"
"It's Miss Grimbo's. I'm only borrowing it for a while. If I like it, I might get one for myself."
"You most certainly will not! It's obscene! You look like a slut."
"Gosh, Miss! Do I?" She swayed over to the full length mirror and admired herself, her hands squeaking across the scarlet sides of her breasts. She turned proudly, her eyes shining. "It does, Miss. I look an absolutely disgrace! Look at my nipples!"
I already was. Another orgasm was bubbling up unbidden. "Are you wearing a bra?"
She shook her head, and a few other things as well. "No room, Miss. In fact, it was quite a struggle to get myself into it. I looked, but it didn't seem to have a size on it anywhere. But it's lovely and stretchy. Look, it's tight as a drum around my boobies!" She played a brief tattoo, then her face clouded. "Shit," she said.
"What's the matter?" I queried, my voice unsteady. "Woo-woo-woooWOW!"
"The milk's come in. I suppose I'm going to have to take it off. Oh, bugger!"
"Come here, Pansy. I'll help you out of it!"
The zip was tight and hard to shift, but at last, it slid down a few inches. Pansy began to wriggle herself free, more and more of her appearing, until with a triumphant plop, her luxuriant breasts leaped out, dribbling milk. "Don't waste it, Miss. Help yourself to a mouthful. Then let me feed Baby."
It was as sweet and plentiful as I remembered. "Pan-zee!"
"Oooh, Miss!"
"Oh, not again!"
"Corinne!"
Pansy's nipple slipped from my mouth. I wiped up the mess with a handful of industrial paper towel as the girl positioned herself where she could aim her nipple into the baby's eager mouth.
Corinne stood with hands on her hips, looking dangerous. "So, what excuse is it this time?"
"Hello, Cee!"
"Don't Hello Cee me! Why can I never walk into a room without finding you drinking from some girl or other?"
"It's not some girl or other. It's Pansy!" Pansy nodded in confirmation. "And I was only helping her off with her stretchy latex cat-suit."
"Where did Pansy get a stretchy latex cat-suit?"
"Where did you get one, for that matter?" I had to admit, it looked incredible on Corinne. Scarlet latex. Who'd have thought it would go so well with hip-length blonde hair?
"I'm borrowing it to see if I like the feel of it," she said defensively.
"From Miss Grimbeau?"
"Yes."
"Does she know you're stretching her cat-suit out of shape?"
"I'm not that big up top at the moment. Did Pansy borrow hers as well? It's a wonder she didn't explode it."
"Yes," I sighed dreamily. "She looked fantastic in it, Cee! Her nipples were this long!" I demonstrated with two fingers, and Pansy helpfully waved one in the air to prove me right, almost to the nearest millimetre.
"Where is she, anyway?" Corinne had a look of lust on her face, so I assumed she meant Angelica.
"I don't know. I haven't seen her. But if she doesn't know you've borrowed her clothes, you'd better take it back before she finds out. I bet she's strong enough to tear you limb from limb."
"She wouldn't. Would she?"
"They've got the strength of ten men, Miss," said Pansy.
"Who have?"
She looked at both of us. "I don't know. It's either mad men or swans."
"Pansy! Miss Grimbeau's not mad!"
"She's not a swan, either," affirmed Corinne, who probably knew.
"Miss Grimbo's American, though, Miss." Pansy sounded apprehensive.
"That's true. You'd better take it back, Cee."
To my surprise, Corinne hurried out. I had rather hoped she would take it off first. She would only attract attention, dashing around the school in a scarlet latex cat-suit. Naked, she would barely raise an eyebrow.
"We'll smuggle yours back later, Pansy, love," I said. "Perhaps you'd like to try it for a little longer."
"What do you want, Valentina?" Smegs raised herself to a sitting position, still clinging to the quivering Miss Grimbeau.
"I came back for the key, Miss. Miss Gruntworthy said I had to take it back to her."
"Tell her we'll bring it back later."
"Okay, Miss." Valentina squatted down and made herself comfortable.
"Well, go on, then!"
"Can't I watch, Miss? I've never seen women doing it before."
"You haven't? But you've had a baby, haven't you?"
"Yeah, of course. Young Arthur. But I got Arthur from fucking, Miss. With boys. I don't know which boy, for sure. There were quite a few."
"You've done it with boys, but never seen girls doing it? And you've never done it with a girl?"
Miss Grimbeau was staring from Smegs to Valentina with horror.
"No, Miss. I never really fancied girls. But seeing you two snogging; well, it looks good. Can I watch you? I'm getting ever so horny."
"Certainly not! This is private. And you're a First Former. You'll be doing Sex tomorrow anyway. If there's anything you need to know, you just ask your teacher."
"Oh, goody! Will it be you, Miss?"
"Normally, yes. But I need to go out tomorrow, so Miss Grimbeau will be taking you."
"Wow! Miss Grimbo!"
Miss Grimbeau yelped in terror. "But I can't..."
"You seemed to be doing it quite well, Miss." Valentina wriggled her bottom on the hard floor, and liberated her panties with a grubby finger and thumb. "Go on, then."
"No." Smegs was firm. "Go back and tell Miss Gruntworthy what I said, then go and do your homework. And see Miss Clitress tomorrow morning about your nipples."
"Oh, Miss!"
"Yes, Valentina! They are absurdly erect. As an Officially Developed Junior, you are obliged to wear a pair of NipLHide bra cup inserts before you are allowed off school premises. Either that, or you must conceal your nipples in some other way. But there really is no substitute for NipLHide."
"They're horrible. I tried a pair. They felt like somebody squeezing my nips the whole time."
"Get a pair the right size, then, Valentina. There is no excuse for not wearing big enough ones. They come in eleven sizes. Yours are probably sevens. Or eights," Smegs amended. "Nines at the most. What's the matter with you, girl?"
"Woo-woo-woo! It's the smell in here!"
"Smell? That's just Miss Grimbeau. She's wearing latex and she's a bit aroused at the moment."
"No, it's not Miss Grimbo. I can smell her. This is another smell, like the seaside, and bleach. A bit like boys willies, Miss."
Miss Grimbeau held a hand to her brow and laid her head on Smegs's shoulder.
"It's coming from over there." Valentina sprang to her feet and advanced on the shelf in the middle of the store room. "There, I knew it was. It's this thing here, there's all stuff leaking out round the top. Look, Miss!" She wiped a finger round the top of the container and shoved it under the noses of the teachers. "See, it smells like..."
"Sex!" Smegs sighed with relish. "Men's things." She guided Valentina's quivering finger to Miss Grimbeau's nose and held it there. "Doesn't it?"
"It does?" said Miss Grimbeau. "Oh, it does!"
But she said no more, as her lips were met by a voracious vacuum cleaner of a kiss from Smegs, which she returned in full measure. Valentina watched in silence for a while, then soaked her hankie in the stuff oozing from the neck of the container, and stole softly away.
Sadly, Corinne dropped the slick latex into the suitcase and plodded back to her bedroom. She needed a shower, but there were more urgent matters to attend to first. It really wasn't fair, Shan getting all the sex action with those two cousins. And Pansy had been lurking around up here, borrowing Angelica's clothing. The Third Former must have looked staggering in the cat-suit. Corinne felt a moment of regret that hers had not been as wondrously tightly stretched as it might have been. She wished she had been just a little larger in the hips and bust. It was extremely convenient being this size, and she really loved the mobility she now had, but at times there was a lot to be said for the old Brobdingnagian days. Perhaps not quite breast-carrier size, nor even wheelbarrow material, like her little sister, but huge, and full and tingly.
She sank on to her bed and cupped her breasts. God, they felt really full. And so heavy in her hands. And sensitive. So sensitive. She closed her eyes and brought her feet up on to the edge of the bed.
There seemed to be such a wonderful scent in the air tonight. Even after relieving her needs several times, Corinne was still feeling itchy and wide awake. What was that smell? It wasn't coming in through the window. It seemed to be inside the building. She got to her feet, holding on to the wardrobe, then selected a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. No time for underclothes.
Suzanne had fallen asleep now, and wasn't even having orgasms any more. She looked so peaceful. I covered her up and wiped her forehead with a handful of industrial paper towel. Pansy had changed her baby and laid her down to sleep in her little crib.
"I don't know how Miss Grimbo can wear this rubber stuff," she complained, peeling the cat-suit off and dropping it in a dank pile on her bed. She seemed to consider taking a shower, but thought better of it and pulled on her T-shirt, heaving and stretching it into shape around her various womanly bulges.
The other girls were drifting back in now that Suzanne had stopped howling every couple of minutes. They were ready for bed, although some of them clearly had been so aroused by the noises from the dorm that they had formed themselves into loving couples. Holding hands, or clinging to each other dewy-eyed and slack-mouthed, they shambled to their beds and curled up together. I felt a wave of warmth and affection for them.
Valentina came in, still without the key to the store room.
"Miss Mountains and Miss Grimbo are in there, Miss. They said they'd bring the key back when they'd finished."
"Finished? What were they doing?"
"Nothing, Miss. Just snogging." She wrinkled her little nose. "I don't think Miss Grimbo's very good at sex, Miss. She's still got all her clothes on. A sort of rubber suit thing. A bit like this." She picked up the cat-suit from Pansy's bed and held it against herself, admiring the way it clung to her full breasts. Then she tossed it away. "Poo! It stinks of Pansy!"
Pansy was outraged. How dare a First Former come in here and say such a thing? She took a deep breath and vented her scorn with all the fluency developed over two years of St Cat's education in the skills of debating. "Piss off, you fat-titted little cow. Just 'cos you had a baby when you were nine, you think you can come in here and throw your weight about. Nyerrrrr!"
"Sorry, Pan," said Valentina, and Pansy deflated instantly. "I'll go to bed now, Miss, if there's nothing else...?"
"No, goodnight, Valentina. And thank you. Go and get your beauty sleep. And I'd better go and get mine," I said loudly and clearly to no one in particular, edging toward the door. I got there just before Valentina and elbowed her aside, then I was off at full speed, heading for the store room.
"Mmmmm, Angelica! You're so incredible, darling!" Smegs wriggled helplessly, trying to get closer. If she got any closer, she'd have been behind her.
"Ooh, Mee-gan!" Miss Grimbeau shuddered again. Megan had hands everywhere. They squeaked against her latex skin, sinking into the softness of her breasts, the plush round globes of her — incredibly even softer — bottom, running up and down her gently mounded belly. She giggled helplessly until Megan kissed her with almost unquenchable lust.
"Please let me take it off for you," Smegs panted, and shuddered as she dumped another load of fresh juice in her pants.
"Take what off?"
"This suit thing. It does come off, doesn't it?"
"Of course it does, silly. It has a zipper in back."
"Where?" Smegs scrabbled at it hopelessly with all ten thumbs.
"Up at the top, by my neck. I ought to warn you, though. It's a bit hot in here. The latex seems to hold in all the moisture. All the sweat and ... everything else."
"Everything else?" Smegs dashed her hair from her eyes.
"Mm-hmm. All my juices n' stuff. And I've been wearing it a couple of hours now. It could be pretty funky by now in here."
"Angelica!"
"You don't mind?"
"Mind? Take it off! Sit on my face!"
"Mee-gan? You mean...?"
"Do it, do it!"
Miss Grimbeau reached round the back of her neck as Smegs watched, dribbling copiously. The motion of stretching for the zipper thrust the full, rounded breasts against the latex. They were crowned with small spiky nipples. Small, but quite blatantly erect.
"I can't reach. I'm too fat!"
"You're not! You're perfect!"
"Help me with it. Don't get too close, though. I warned you!"
"Oooooh! Woo-woo-WOW!" Smegs wiped both hands on her dressing gown and crawled, panting, to Miss Grimbeau's side. Their body odours combined, latex, sweat, musk and almost fresh fish. Smegs became side-tracked again. She mashed her lips against Miss Grimbeau's soft mouth.
"So what's all this, then?"
"Corinne!"
"I thought I could smell something!"
"You could smell us? You followed your nose and found us?" Even Smegs was impressed.
"No, I could smell that chemical stuff, whatever it is." She prowled around until she found the source of it, wiped a finger round the top of the container and took a deep breath. A happy smile spread over her lovely face. As Miss Grimbeau and Smegs watched, Corinne's nipples sprouted a further half inch. "Wow!" she sighed. "That's good stuff. Who mixed it?"
"I don't know. What is it?"
"Hard to say. Love, maybe. Uncontrollable Horniness, certainly, looking at you two." Corinne's nipples came out a little more and she went down on all fours and crawled towards them like a puppy. "But why doesn't Angelica take her pussy-suit off? It must be so restricting."
"It is. She was just going to. I was helping her with the zip."
"Oooh, let me! You can watch, Megan!"
Smegs seemed happy with that prospect and sat back, both hands seeking her free-flowing crotch.
"Now, love. Let's find your zipper, shall we?"
I could smell it long before I reached the lab. By the time I was on the ground floor and banging my way into the laboratory itself, it was almost overpowering. The store room door was wide open. I was there in half a dozen strides.
"Corinne! Smegs! Angelica!"
So much for the roll call. They all answered with little strangled cries, like the sheep that were lost but were now found. It was time for an inventory check.
Smegs was sitting against the wall in a state of nudity, if not innocence. Both hands were occupied. I could only guess what she was doing down there.
Corinne was on hands and knees with her pert bottom towards me. A sort of doggie position without the boy. She wore her white summer shorts, and had leaked a little. Blonde hair flowed around her back and trailed on the floor in the dust. Her breasts hung heavily in her T-shirt. They looked most pleasingly full this evening.
Angelica wore one of her latex cat-suits, a black one. She filled it well. Unlike Corinne, who had been slightly lost in hers — at least, below the waist — and Pansy, who had resembled an over-developed beachball, Angelica was exactly the right size. And so delicious. She kneeled in supplication with Corinne close behind her. God knows why.
"I was just checking Angelica's zipper," Corinne explained.
"Take it off, take it off," Smegs panted, and came comprehensively.
"Woo-woo-woo!" said Corinne.
"Uh, huh, unh!"
That was young Angelica. I was going to have to have a chat with her about her orgasm procedure. But that was for the future. For now, there were important things to do. Perhaps this was as good a time and a place as any for a staff meeting.