"RIGHT, THEN! This is an extraordinary meeting. Sit down and shut up." That was telling them. Show them who is boss round here. The staff sat down and shut up. It was so quiet, I wondered about putting some music on. It would help to drown out the appalling suckling noises from Angelica and Smegs. I coughed loudly and the others all looked at Angelica until she stopped chewing on Smegs's nipples. Smegs opened her eyes and looked around her, blinking.
Angelica blinked, too, and immediately fell upon Corinne's breasts.
"Miss Grimbeau, please!"
The noise stopped again, and the two participants sat up, looking at me as if I had blasphemed.
"What's up?" Angelica looked aggrieved.
"You have to stop mauling the breasts of the other members of staff, Miss Grimbeau. What on earth is the matter with you?"
Her reply was perhaps unexpected. "Hey, Headmistress, yours are the best of all. Get them out and give me a suck. Lay them on the desk."
Corinne and Smegs raised their eyes to the ceiling. Miss Lundberg looked shocked. Miss Malone had a sneer on her face. At least, she was able to sit down now. I arranged my breasts on the warm green leather. It took both arms to lift them out of my lap, and I was panting with the effort.
But there was no time to sit and admire them. Angelica had leaned forward and sucked one of my nipples deep between her soft lips. It was the left one. Angelica was clearly learning our English ways. She favoured the underdog, but no doubt she would turn her attention to the slightly larger right one in a few moments. Meanwhile, I felt her hot tongue probing at the thick yet sensitive end of the nipple. It was getting noticeably longer as she sucked expertly on it.
With a combined sigh of resignation, Corinne and Smegs stood up. As the office door opened and Miss Labia came in with a new box of industrial paper towels, they came round to my side of the desk and turned their attention to my lower half. Smegs took my panties off and placed them reverently in a plastic bag. Corinne wiped my thighs with generous handfuls of industrial paper towel. Even Molly Malone helped out, bringing a large garbage sack for Corinne to dispose of the soggy paper towels. Miss Lundberg stood by with another sack, ready to leap in when the first one was full. All these things I saw as if through a haze.
Angelica changed over to the other breast. I dumped another flood of juice on to the carpet. The abandoned left nipple felt cool as it lay on the desk top, throbbing almost visibly.
"It doesn't work. I told Miss Gruntworthy last night." Valentina stood up in front of the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group and addressed them with hands aggressively on her hips. Her breasts thrust out like missile warheads.
"How do we know it doesn't work?" an anonymous girl piped up. "How do we know you haven't been trying it out on Helvetica?" She pointed at the girl in question. "Why's she suddenly got huge puffies?"
"I'm a growing girl." Helvetica stuck stubbornly to the party line.
"She's been using Puff."
"Why can't we use it?"
"They're stopping us using Puff."
"It's a conspiracy."
"She hasn't used Puff," Valentina insisted. "We all saw what happened when we gave it to that cat. It went to sleep. Helvetica hasn't gone to sleep, has she?"
It was a telling point. Not only was Helvetica wide awake, she had been noisily and obviously wide awake for two whole nights.
"Well, if she hasn't been using Puff, what's been making her grow?" the anonymous girl asked, still scenting a conspiracy.
Sally Chung was slaving away at a pad of ruled paper. In her best handwriting, she was about halfway through writing out a hundred times that Form Head Or No Form Head, She Must Not Tell Tales On Her Classmates. She looked up. "Mebbe it's not Pooff at all. Mebbe it's summat else."
The rest of the class hung on her words. The Form Head commanded respect, Sixty Inch Bust Or No Sixty Inch Bust.
"Summat else? I mean, something else?" The anonymous girl was decidedly middle class in her upbringing. "What else could it be?"
"Ah dunno for sure. But weren't Helvetica messin' around wit' Hemagon stooff?"
Helvetica bit her lip. She herself had wondered about the effects of Hemagon. She had, after all, tossed a bucket of it over Miss Malone's back bottom, and it had splashed around a bit.
"But she only splashed a little bit on herself. You mean, if we all used it, we'd all get big puffies like Helvetica?"
All eyes turned to the locked and sealed door of the store room. In that room was a large container, probably leaking, and giving off a pink cloud which made flowers grow to twice their normal size.
"You know what this means?" The anonymous girl's voice rose, trembling, to an emotional squeak. She wagged a finger at the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group. "We are going to have to get in that store room!"
Miss Grimbeau had been restrained and tied to her chair. To avoid expensive lawsuits on grounds of cruel and unusual punishment, Smegs and Corinne were keeping her satisfied by thrusting their breasts into her mouth. She didn't seem too dissatisfied.
I raised my voice. It trembled a bit, and almost became an emotional squeak. "I think we've got a problem. Miss Grimbeau seems to have a form of Uncontrollable Horniness. Fortunately, it only seems to concern breasts, the bigger, the better. She seems to be strongly attracted to breasts larger than her own. Does that seem to sum it up?"
"Not all breasts that are bigger than hers," said Smegs. "Only members of staff."
"She's American," said Corinne. "She's not allowed to lust after girls under eighteen. It's the law."
"You can stop it by law?"
"In America you can."
"Gosh! That's a free country for you."
"You mustn't remind them of that. They get all uppity."
"Remind them that World War Two started in 1939," said Miss Lundberg, who seemed to know something about history.
"Let's not stray off the subject," said Smegs. "You think this Uncontrollable Horniness is a chemical thing? What chemical?"
"Could be anything, " I suggested. "Puff?" Angelica shook her head.
"Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus?" Corinne raised her eyebrows. Angelica shook her head more vigorously.
"Whipped cream?" Smegs was getting flippant again.
"Hemagon?" We all stared at Molly Malone. Angelica shook her head so vigorously that Smegs's nipple plopped out of her mouth.
"No! Not Hemagon!" Angelica seemed certain of that at least. Smegs closed her eyes and came audibly. Angelica turned her attention to Corinne's bosom. I was almost regretting putting mine away.
"I don't think we can achieve much more at this meeting," I said. "I shall continue my investigations privately. Thank you, ladies."
That's the trouble with Smegs and Corinne. They are obsessed with sex. How could I hope to find out the cause of Angelica's appalling Uncontrollable Horniness while those two were stuffing their teats into the poor woman's mouth the whole time?
I would have to start my investigations elsewhere.
It was worrying me. There seemed to be a link somewhere. Suzanne had experienced the most Uncontrollable Uncontrollable Horniness ever witnessed after getting involved with Hemagon.
Helvetica Bold had become involved with Hemagon, had suffered briefly from Slightly Uncontrollable Horniness, but had evidently been cured.
And now we had Angelica, who had probably been contaminated by some chemical, and was decidedly Horny.
There was also Molly Malone, who had been more involved with Hemagon than anyone else, yet she was manifestly Unhorny. One had to be thankful for small mercies, I supposed. Or perhaps in Miss Malone's case, small Murphies.
"Pansy, answer me truthfully. Do you know if Miss Grimbeau has ever been contaminated with any chemical?"
"Contaminated, Miss? She never comes anywhere near the lab."
Suzanne looked less sure. "She did come to the lab once, Miss."
"She did?"
"It was when I was pouring the Hemagon out of the bucket into the bottles. She came in and scared the shits out of me. I spilled the stuff all over my tits."
"You did? And that was when you got the Uncontrollable Horniness?"
"That's right."
And later that same night, we had all ended up in the store room, getting contaminated with goodness knows what else.
"Carry on with your work, girls. What is it, still Puff?"
"That's right, Miss Gruntworthy," said Valentina. "We're trying more speeder-upper in it. We'll be ready to do it to a cat by this afternoon."
I watched the girls of the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group busy with their work.
"Helvetica, have you remembered any more about your experiences with Hemagon...?" I stopped short, staring at her. Her lab coat was thrusting out in front absurdly. "New bra, Helvetica?"
Helvetica blushed prettily. "I was going to, Miss Gruntworthy, as soon as we finish this class."
"What? You haven't got a new bra?"
"Not yet, Miss. I'm not wearing a bra at the moment."
It was a shameful admission to make to one's headmistress. Shameful. I reached out and ran my hand enquiringly across the well-filled white coat. They were a remarkable shape, and undoubtedly it was all her under there.
"Goodness me, Helvetica."
"They grew, Miss!"
"Come and see me in my office immediately after lunch," I said sternly.
I wanted to have a word with Molly Malone. In fact, I didn't want a word with her at all, but it was necessary. Unfortunately, or fortunately, she wasn't in the staff room.
"She's gone for a run in the woods," said Miss Lundberg. "She goes every morning, afternoon and evening now. Ten miles each time."
"Her bottom's all better, then?"
"Seems like it."
Nurse came out of Angelica's bedroom and glowered at me as I paced up and down outside.
"She's quieter now. I don't know what you people have been doing to the poor child, I really don't."
"I can see her now?"
"Don't go exciting the girl. No more than ten minutes." She stormed off, grumbling.
Angelica was tucked up in bed, her eyes half closed. I felt a great wave of tenderness welling up inside me. Poor girl, the victim of something terrible, something beyond our control. I sat down and took her cool hand. It curled around my fingers like a small animal.
"You feeling better now?"
"Mmm, thanks, Headmistress. I'm sorry about earlier. I just felt so hot..."
"It's all right. You're all better now. Nurse is very good."
"Yes, she is." Her eyes started to close again.
"Hemagon," I said, and they jerked open. "Did you touch it at all? In the labs?"
"Only a little bit. Little taste..."
"A taste? You tasted it?"
"Tasted quite nice. Not sweet. Not anything, really. Funny."
I squeezed her hand. "You get some sleep now. I'll see you later."
My voice shook. "Thank you, Helvetica, you may put them away now."
"Thanks, Miss Gruntworthy. Should I go and see Miss Clitress about a new bra?"
"I should give it a day or two. They might still be growing." This was heresy, but if it came to the crunch, there was only the girl's word against mine. "You don't need a bra. Keep them covered up and don't tell a soul."
"Not even Valentina, Miss?"
"Especially not Valentina!"
Helvetica gloomily buttoned her shirt, and I watched her remarkable chest disappear with regret. Something was making her grow like that. It was unlikely to be whipped cream. It had to be Hemagon. Yet why had Hemagon had such an effect on Helvetica, while it had an entirely different effect on Angelica?
Certainly, Helvetica was not suffering from Uncontrollable Horniness. While I had been looking at her breasts, she had stared out of the window at the girls down in the quadrangle, and had even sighed heavily once or twice in what sounded remarkably like boredom.
"Bring them back and show me them again tomorrow, Helvetica."
"Can't I just send them along on their own, Miss?"
I like to see a girl who can engage in repartee and banter with her elders and betters. It shows maturity. Such a girl will do well in the world.
"Write out one hundred times, in your best handwriting, 'I Must Not Be A Smart-Arsed Little Moo-Bag', Helvetica."
"Yes, Miss. Is Moobag hyphenated, Miss?" Her lips moved as she silently memorised the punishment. 'I Must Not Be A Smart-Arsed Little Moo-Bag, Helvetica,' she said to herself.
"Make that two hundred times."
"I have a plan. Listen, and tell me what you think of it."
Corinne and Smegs sat facing me across the ejaculate-stained green leather-topped desk, occupying two chairs. I know that might seem like pointing out the obvious, but there is more than one way of occupying two chairs. Smegs was half sprawled sideways across both chairs with Corinne on her lap, her skirt hiked up and one leg on each side of Smegs's waist. Their arms were flung around each other's necks and they were kissing wetly and noisily. At least, I assumed it was their kissing that was making the noise: it seemed to continue after they stopped and looked at me in disbelief.
"A plan? You?" Corinne sniggered.
"She's off her head again." Smegs applied her lips to Corinne's and began imitating an amorous Hoover. Or maybe one of those Wet n' Dry Vac things that can suck up all kinds of unmentionable stuff from floors.
"Mmmmm-hmmm!"
"Grrrrrrrrrrrr!"
I coughed politely. This behaviour was totally unnecessary in the office of their headmistress. I could have put up with it if they had been sitting one on each side of Angelica and doing it to her. It would have been an entertaining sight, after all. But this sort of thing without Angelica was quite out of order. They ignored my gentle hint. I coughed louder. They responded with a change of position which I could only interpret as a blatant show of disrespect.
I rose from my seat to get a better look. Corinne was now face downwards with her thighs on each side of Smegs's head. It wasn't easy to say what they were doing to each other, but it was easy enough to hear. It struck me that although Corinne was undoubtedly bustier in the last few days, she was still much smaller than she had been at times in the past. And she was clearly determined to take advantage of her more athletic build.
"I'll come round there and sort you two out in a minute," I threatened.
"Nobody's stopping you, Shan," said Smegs, before replacing her face where it had been five seconds before. Corinne was not available for comment. I hoped she was still conscious. Oh, yes, she was. Nobody could ever have shuddered like that while out cold.
They disentangled themselves, flushed and panting. The afterglow had raised the temperature in the office by ten degrees. (That's Centigrade, of course. Ignore anyone who tells you it ought to be Celsius.) The door opened and Miss Labia came in, opened a window in a marked manner and went out again with a disapproving sniff.
"So, what's your plan, Shannie?" said Corinne dreamily. They sat demurely side by side, but the fingers of one of Corinne's hands were running themselves through the short hairs at the back of Smegs's neck. Neither of them was even looking at me.
"I'm not telling you! You're not paying attention."
"We are, we are! Aren't we, Smeggy-puss, darling?"
The snogging started up again, louder and wetter than before.
"Corinne! Megan! Stop it at once!"
They stopped, reluctantly, looking at me the way you look at a small child screaming its head off in a supermarket.
"Take your leg off Megan's shoulder, Corinne."
"Oh, piddle!" But Corinne did as I asked, and they sat down nicely again, adjusting their dress.
"Come on, Shan," said Smegs. "We're listening." For the first time, I noticed she was toying with a can of whipped cream. She waved it in the general direction of Corinne's cleavage. Corinne leaned across and offered her chest for a squirt. She giggled seductively. I was tempted to grab the can out of Smegs's hand and do the squirting myself.
I don't know whether it was the thought of something squirting, or if it was the result of watching these two going at it like a pair of oversexed Fourth Formers on a winter's night. Whatever it was, I felt a great release of tension in my loins.
The two teachers looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Together, they each reached for a roll of industrial paper towel.
Corinne looked at Smegs and Smegs looked at Corinne. For just a moment, I thought they were going to start at it all over again. Mercifully, they didn't. Evidently my plan had impressed them with its lucidity and grasp of the facts.
"That's the stupidest idea even you have ever come up with, Shannie," Corinne said, her voice dripping with scorn.
"Hemagon causing Uncontrollable Horniness! And a link to puffy nipples!" Smegs was even more scathing.
"Tell us this, Mastermind..."
"Mistressmind!"
"Tell us this, Mistressmind," Corinne taunted me, "if Hemagon causes Uncontrollable Horniness and puffy nipples, why hasn't Angelica suddenly sprouted a set of puffies?"
"Because she's been Uncontrollably Horny!"
"And Helvetica practically had a bath in the stuff, why isn't she Uncontrollably Horny?"
"Megan, she was! She climbed straight into bed with Valentina. The other girls didn't get a wink of sleep for two nights."
"But it's worn off, you said."
"Yes, and her tits have started growing. That's my theory. You either get the Uncontrollable Horniness or you get the puffy tits. One or the other."
"It doesn't explain why Angelica's haven't started growing now she's under sedation and she's not Uncontrollably Horny any more." Corinne shook her head at me.
I sat back in my chair, which revolved through one hundred and eighty degrees, leaving me staring at the wall. I scooted it back round to face them again. "Because Helvetica is a growing girl, and Angelica isn't. That's the whole point of my plan. Helvetica's Horniness is controlled, as all the effects of the Hemagon are going into making her moons fatter."
"What about Molly Malone, then?"
Trust Smegs to come up with the unanswerable question. "She's Irish," I explained.
Corinne looked at Smegs, and Smegs looked at Corinne. They shrugged.
"Okay, so she's Irish. What about Angelica? When the sedation wears off, is she going to be Uncontrollably Horny again?" Corinne was licking her lips in anticipation. "Is she going to grab at my soft, bouncy, jiggling, stiff-nippled breasts every time we meet?"
"And is she going to stuff her gorgeous face down into my sweaty cleavage?" Smegs was panting slightly again, and flecks of foam appeared around her mouth like a racehorse.
"Yes. And I am sure you will agree that such behaviour is entirely unacceptable in a girls' school. It would lead to the girls doing the same thing to each other. It would be anarchy. You know what the girls' hormones are like. Orgies would be breaking out all over the place.
I had to cough politely as Corinne was apparently overcome with lust and buried her face in Smegs's snatch. Ten minutes or so later, she sat up and continued the conversation. "So you want to stop poor Angelica enjoying herself with our breasts? That's cruel and unreasonable punishment. Anyway, you'd be getting your share as well. She loves your floppers. She says she could wind them round and round her neck"
"She said that? When?"
"When she was sucking my tits outside the Third Form."
"It's going to have to stop. Teachers can not be allowed to behave in this fashion. I'm sorry."
"You can't stop it, Shannie," Corinne pointed out kindly. "It's Uncontrollable!"
"I can control it. If Angelica was a growing girl, her Uncontrollable Horniness would be replaced by uncontrollably growing puffies. That's my plan. I will grow Angelica!"
"Grow her?"
"That's crazy!"
Corinne looked at Smegs, and Smegs looked at Corinne. They shrugged.
"How do you know it will work?"
Of course it will work!"
"When are you going to start?"
"This afternoon. No time like the present. Strike while the iron is hot. A stitch in time saves..."
Wait a minute." Corinne was shaking her head. "Helvetica isn't just growing. It's her moons that are getting bigger, not her whole tits."
"That's the way it is with growing girls. It's not a problem. I'm going to get the Woods girls to give Angelica a good going-over with Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew."
"Special Brew?"
"I'll get them to add some of the ingredients from the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group Puff formula to the grow cream. Just to make sure Angelica displays the growing girl breast growth pattern."
"You'll try it out on Angelica? Without testing?" Smegs exclaimed with horror.
The First Form Sexual Chemistry Group was going to try it out on a cat today. It will be okay. Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew will be everything Angelica could ever need."
"ARE YOU feeling any better, Angelica?" I placed a hand on the teacher's forehead. It felt like fire.
"A bit woozy." She struggled to sit up in bed. "I just love your tits, Headmistress!" A trembling hand reached out for me. Evidently, the Uncontrollable Horniness was gamely staging a comeback. Angelica was clearly a considerably sexier person than Nurse had imagined.
"Lie down, Angelica! You really mustn't get excited." I felt genuine regret. It would have been nice to see if she could wrap my breasts round and round her neck. "Besides, I have girls here with me."
Suzanne and Pansy shuffled just inside the bedroom door. They took up a vast amount of room. The small bedroom was an ocean of burstingly full school blouse.
"Ooooh! Look at them!" Angelica reached out to grab a handful of girl. "Their tits are even bigger than yours, Headmistress! You brought them here just for me?"
"No! That is, they're here for you, yes, but they're here to do a job. They're going to rub some nice soothing cream on your chest."
"Cream? Cream? CREAM?"
"Not whipped cream, dear. Just some special cream. You're so hot..." I risked getting within grasping range again to feel her fevered brow.
"I'm so-oo hot!"
"And the cream will cool you down. Reduce the fever."
And not before time. Suzanne and Pansy watched with interest as Angelica swiftly unbuttoned my shirt and hauled one breast out of its cup. The right one. Angelica was obviously feeling greedy this evening. The cousins nudged each other and sniggered.
"You must just lie there and let the girls rub the cream on to your lovely breasts, Angelica, darling! No grabbing, you hear?" While she glanced away at the spectacular bosoms of the girls, I disentangled my breast from her neck and stood back, breathing heavily. "Okay, Suzanne. Take the lid off."
"It's still warm, Miss. Will it matter?"
"The spoon caught fire before we even got it into the mixture, Miss," Pansy explained.
"And it wouldn't go out, even when we dunked it in a bucket of water."
"One of the First Formers had to take it outside and bury it in the flower beds, Miss."
"There's still smoke coming up out of the ground, Miss!"
"They do tend to exaggerate, Angelica! Go on, Suzanne, let her have it."
"I want Pansy to rub me!" Angelica bounced around excitedly, tearing off her T-shirt. "Pansy's breasts are so huge!"
"My arms aren't long enough, Miss Grimbo!"
"Even mine are only just long enough to reach past my breasts, Miss Grimbo," said Suzanne. She dipped a small hand into the tub and went 'splottt' on the nearer of the teacher's perfect dark spheres.
"Wow! That feels awesome!" She closed her eyes and lay back as Suzanne expertly massaged handfuls of Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew into the teacher's magnificent upper body. "It's warming up. Your hands are so soft, Suzanne! Ooooh, rub me, rub me!"
"Miss Grimbeau! Remember your position!"
"Sorry, Headmistress!" Angelica adjusted her position slightly, closing her legs and biting her lip to control herself.
Another handful.
"Isn't that enough now, Suzanne?" I asked nervously.
"The more you use, the better, Miss," Pansy explained. "It makes the effects more predictable."
The whole of Angelica's chest now glistened with the cream, and Suzanne was using both hands to massage it into the soft dark-chocolate skin. Steam seemed to be rising from the teacher's body. Pink steam. I had never seen anything like it. She lay back contentedly, a beatific smile on her lovely face.
"I feel so happy," she sighed. She had stopped reaching out to touch Suzanne's and Pansy's breasts. Her hands now lay at rest beside her body. She relaxed, one knee slightly raised, her thighs parted unselfconsciously. I fought back the urge to bury my face in her loins.
"You can put your face in there, Miss," said Pansy. "Don't worry about us!"
"It will not be necessary, Pansy, thank you." I stepped back from the bedside, chewing my fingernails. "I shall leave you to it, girls. Close the door when you finish."
And I manoeuvred my shamefully large bottom out through the doorway into the corridor. If I didn't get my face into Corinne's or Smegs's moist crotch within thirty seconds, I was not going to be responsible for my actions.
I made it with five seconds to spare.
"Shan, please!" Smegs giggled nervously as she picked herself up off the classroom floor and held me, wriggling, at arms' length. "This is the Upper Sixth Form Special Lesbianism Tutorial!"
"What better place, Megan?"
"Oh, all right then, you smooth-talking bitch. You've talked me into it. Carry on, girls. You may take notes if you wish."
The rain lashed down outside the office window. Miss Labia came in and stood glaring at it with hands on hips. It stopped instantly.
"How does she do that?" asked Smegs.
The five of them were sitting in an austere row of chairs like wise monkeys. Or foolish virgins. Only their thighs were touching. Even Smegs and Corinne were sitting only millimetres closer to Angelica than was strictly necessary. Angelica herself had greeted her fellow teachers without so much as a single finger raised in a grope. Deeply disappointing in a way; but in another way, a sign that my plan was working. All we needed now was for the Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew to start working.
It had been fourteen hours now, and not a trace of puffiness had appeared. Not on Angelica's chest, at least. That of Helvetica was making great strides. I had spotted her through the binoculars earlier that day and before she disappeared into the laboratory block, I could clearly see that she was still heeding my advice not to get herself a new bra. Excellent advice, too: she would have been on her way to outgrowing it.
Not Angelica, though. And having called this Extraordinary Weekly Meeting just to get a closer look at her, I now had to think of something to discuss. "Any other business?" I extemporised.
"I thought you said you had something important to discuss," Smegs groaned, flinging her arms wide in exasperation.
"I'll just go round the table," I said. "Miss Malone, no? Miss Lundberg, no? Miss Meadowlark, no? Miss Mountains, no? Miss Grimbeau? Any tinglings or swellings. Any feelings of increased sensitivity?"
"No, Headmistress."
"Pity. I mean, excellent. Right, meeting adjourned at oh nine oh seven GMT. Next meeting will be the regular Weekly Meeting tomorrow morning at nine sharp. Thank you, ladies!"
I stood up and stalked out. It was necessary to have words with the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group.
They were doing something intriguing with a luminescent orange treacly substance in a large beaker. As they stared at it, it bubbled sluggishly over the gentle heat of a Bunsen burner.
"What's that?" I joined the intent circle of youngsters, wrinkling my nose politely at the scent of three-day-old white ankle socks.
"It's Mariella, Miss Gruntworthy," said Valentina. "She says she's trying to make a pair of socks last a whole week."
"A whole week without washing your socks? Mariella, that's disgusting."
"Not not washing them, Miss. Just to make them last a whole week. Her last pair rotted away after four days. They just fell to bits. She's got problem feet."
I exercised my authority. "Mariella, go at once and remove your socks. Throw them away in the proper receptacle for rotten clothing. Then take a shower or a bath and wash between your toes. Use soap and hot water. Report to me at ten thirty. Better still, report to Miss Malone."
Mariella had gone white with shock. She began to cry. "Out!" I bellowed. "And write out by the end of the day, in your best handwriting, twenty-five thousand times, 'My Feet Stink!!!'"
Short lines, even with three exclamation marks, but twenty-five thousand showed I meant business. The girls gasped.
"I could have been more severe," I said. "She could have been sorting panties for the whole of the term."
"I wouldn't mind doing that, Miss," said Valentina, after a moment's consideration.
A chorus of voices agreed with her.
I cleared my throat to change the subject. "Anyway, what's the stuff in the beaker?"
"Puff additive for the Special Brew, Mark Two," said an anonymous girl I didn't recognise.
"Mark Two? What's the difference between this and Mark One? And anyway, who told you to work on this stuff? Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus and its derivatives are only to be worked on by Middle and Senior girls." It sounded like a reasonable and sensible rule. I would have to have Miss Labia type it out and post it on the notice board.
"Pansy Woods, Miss. She gave us this big tub of it." Valentina kicked the plastic tub which stood under the bench. It rang dully and hardly moved. A full tub of Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus: enough to grow monster breasts on the entire school. Despite the fact that most of the school had monster breasts already. "It's 100% pure, Miss. No Puff additive in it yet. We tried some of the original Special Brew Mark One and Pansy was right. It set fire to the spoon. So this is Mark Two, with added fire suppressant. We reduced the Slow-Downer and doubled the Speeder-Upper, too. The daft bitch had got her calculations wrong."
"Pansy had got her figures wrong? It doesn't sound like her."
"You shouldn't let pregnant girls do anything involving numbers, Miss. Not without checking carefully everything they do. But this looks okay. We're just going to check it, then we'll be making up a batch of Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus Special Brew Two."
"I see!" The First Form Sexual Chemistry Group seemed to be a law unto itself.
"We've told Miss Grimbo to come down here at break time this morning to get creamed."
"You have? And she's coming?"
"Of course! We had to lie to her a bit, but she's coming. She thinks it's a special sun-block cream, Miss. We told her that dark-skinned people don't have resistance to the special ulterior-violent radialisation in these latitudes. It's caused by the hole in the ozone layer. Global warming and stuff, Miss, like on the television the whole time."
"It moost be true, Miss." Sally Chung finished another page of writing out something in her best handwriting and looked up at me earnestly. "Miss Malone was in the restaurant when we told Miss Grimbo and she said it was right. Men caused it, she said. And cars. And mobile phones. Stuff like that."
The mixture in the beaker gave a final belch and emitted a thick mushroom cloud of purple steam. The girls scattered, giggling and jostling one another.
"It's ready when it does that, Miss," said Valentina. "Time to try the spoon."
She opened a large cardboard carton full of wooden spoons, and began to stir the mixture. After twenty seconds or so, she removed the spoon and held it aloft. The class held its breath.
'Wooomph.' The spoon burst into flames, reluctantly, more from a sense of duty than anything else. Valentina plunged it into a bucket of water and it went out immediately.
"Perfect," she pronounced, as the girls sighed happily in chorus and began pairing off and hugging with various degrees of intimacy. Tongues were caressing each other, I observed with interest. Only one girl remained unattached: the anonymous girl who had spoken earlier.
"It's all right, Miss Gruntworthy," she explained. "I'm with Mariella."
Sooner her than me, I thought, but perhaps anonymous girls had no sense of smell.
"It's a special sun-block cream, Headmistress. Miss Malone said it's essential for dark-skinned girls this close to the North Pole." Angelica leaned forward earnestly and rested her plump mounds on the lunch table. I ached for her. Her black silk blouse glistened and shimmered with every little movement. "Hey, it feels quite nice and tingly, all round here." She made a circling motion with her hand, indicating her chest area in general.
"Who rubbed it on for you?"
"Not Suzanne this time. It was Nurse's daughter. The one with the baby. She creamed me in the bathroom opposite the First Form dorm."
"Up there?" I was surprised. "Why in the bathroom?"
"I suppose so we could both be bare-ass naked without attracting attention," Angelica giggled deliciously, and my loins melted. I could almost feel them dripping down the backs of my legs. My panties were more than ready for collection and sorting.
"Both of you were naked?"
"I exaggerate. Only topless. We kept our pants on."
"No, I mean both of you? Valentina too?"
"Of course. She didn't want to get the stuff all over her uniform, did she?"
"No, of course not. Nor her bra, either."
"No," Angelica agreed. "She took it off. Hers are really firm and pointy, with great big dark moons. I suppose it's something to do with having a baby that makes them like that." Angelica sat back, a little flicker of a smile crossing her face. "It feels re-eelly, re-eelly good! Like they're throbbing and tingling all at the same time. And very tender round the ends." She looked down at herself. "You can't see anything, but I think..." she lowered her voice to a whisper and the girls at the nearest tables had to cup their hands round their ears to hear what she was saying. "I think my nipples might be erect. I mean, both of them at the same time!"
A couple of nice polite girls from the Third Form came over and offered to wipe my legs down with handfuls of industrial paper towel.
"It's working, kids! No problem. I can feel it."
The girls gathered round Valentina, chattering excitedly. "They're growing? Already?"
"It's been nearly two hours. They ought to be getting bigger by now. They've been tingling ever since I creamed Miss Grimbo. I only managed to splosh a little bit on each of my moons, and I thought it wouldn't be enough, but they started to tingle after just a couple of minutes. Pansy Woods said that means it's working."
"What about Miss Grimbo?"
"Hers will be tingling as well! I rubbed the whole tub into hers. She seemed to enjoy it."
"You used it all up?" The anonymous girl sounded disappointed.
"We can mix some more. We've got plenty of Grow Cream Super XL Magnum Mega-Mammoth Mammavast Double-Strength Ultra Plus left. And now we know what we're doing, we can add our own Special Brew Two Puff additive to it and make it work even faster. Let's just see how mine turn out first."
"If they turn out like Helvetica's, that will do for me!" A dozen voices joined the anonymous girl, fully in agreement with her dreamy statement.
"Who's talking about me?" Helvetica Bold came into the common room. Her blouse was almost obscenely tight, the dark haloes of her moons pressing dangerously against the material at the front. There seemed to be nothing in there but moons: the rest of her breasts were quite tiny compared with Valentina's, but the overall effect was devastating. She sat down and took out her exercise book, and began to write. In her best handwriting.
"I saw you at lunchtime, drooling over Miss Grimbeau."
"I was not drooling, Cee. She was describing what it felt like to be creamed. It made me a little excited, that's all."
"A little excited? You practically flooded the whole room. I can still smell it in here. Who's been creaming her this time, anyway?"
"Valentina and the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group. The first batch of stuff that Pansy and Suzanne made up was all wrong. The second lot was much better, apparently. Angelica said she was tingling and throbbing. It sounded more promising altogether."
"You haven't seen her since lunchtime, then?"
"No, have you?"
"No, she disappeared. I wanted to borrow a spoonful of sugar. And later on, I dropped into the staff room to see if she had a spare roll of industrial paper towel, but she still wasn't there."
"Oh, poor Cee! I've got a few boxes of industrial paper towel. You could have borrowed some of mine."
"It's all right. I've got some now. But I wish I knew where Angelica had gone. I've been feeling so horny this afternoon, ever since I saw her at lunchtime."
"You too?"
"Yeah!"
"What are you two plotting?" Smegs slouched over and draped herself astride a chair, resting her bosoms on the back. "God, I'm going to burst if I don't get fucked soon," she confided stridently. "I've been frothing ever since lunchtime."
"You too?"
"Me too! You mean you both are as well? Look, let's get a few cans of cream and get Angelica into my room. Just thinking about that kid has got me soaked. Think of it, that lovely soft, dark skin, coated in cool whipped cream, just waiting to be licked off..."
"Smegs, stop it!" I was almost exploding with lust.
Corinne savagely ripped her blouse open and, grabbing Smegs by her ears, thrust her head into her daily more impressive cleavage. Clearly, she was even more aroused than I was.
"Erm, girls! We're in the restaurant..."
"Sod the restaurant!" Smegs said harshly. She got up abruptly, overturning the chair, and almost dragged Corinne toward the door. I followed, naturally, as fast as I could lumber. My nipples arrived at the door about ten seconds before the rest of me.
"Have any of you girls seen Miss Gruntworthy? Or any of the other teachers?" Miss Grimbeau stood in the middle of the restaurant, hands on hips.
The girls dumbly pointed to the doorway. Only one girl could find her tongue, the anonymous girl in the First Form. "They were in here five minutes ago, Miss Grimbo, but they left in a hurry. Try Miss Mountains's room."
"Thanks!" The teacher turned on her heel and sashayed out of the restaurant.
"Did you see them?" The anonymous girl was jubilant. "They're bigger already. It works!"
"They looked bigger. But how do you know it wasn't just a new bra?"
"Or the way she was standing?"
"She wasn't wearing a bra, that's why," said the anonymous girl. "She was just here, in front of me. Her nips were sticking out like... like..."
"Thumbs?"
"Champagne corks?"
"Chapel hat-pegs?"
"Shot glasses?"
"What are shot glasses?" Half a dozen girls asked the question. The girl spread her hands wide.
"I don't know. I read it in a story somewhere."
"Anyway, they were sticking out like this." The anonymous girl produced a hankie and stuck an index finger into it so it protruded at least an inch. A chorus of frustrated moans arose from the surrounding throats. And her moons, too!"
"What about her moons?" asked the shot glass girl in hushed tones.
"Like halved oranges. Jaffas. Grapefruit!"
"Ooooh, stop it!"
"Come on, you lot!"
"Where are we going?" They were already streaming for the doorway.
"To find Valentina, that's where. We're going to get ourselves creamed!"
Valentina peered out of the door, looked both ways, and tiptoed out into the corridor. She had taken only one step when a shadow fell on the wall at the end. Someone coming! Stifling a squeak, she scurried for the nearest door and ducked inside. The door closed after her. The sign on the door said
Miss Angelica Grimbeau |
Valentina stood there, trembling. Footsteps were coming in this direction. Someone in a hurry. It wasn't the long-striding Miss Mountains, it wasn't the galumphing Miss Gruntworthy. It might be Miss Meadowlark, or it might be Miss Grimbo. And if it was Miss Grimbo, she was in deepest shite.
She looked round the small room. The door to the small kitchen area stood ajar.
Miss Grimbeau hurried up the stairs. She was on the point of bursting into Miss Mountains's room, but she was passing her own door. A feeling of rising lust was bubbling inside her lower stomach. It mingled, not at all unpleasantly, with the furious throbbing in her breasts. She stopped short, went into her room, and lifted the suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe.
The tightness of the blouse buttons came as a surprise. She spun round and looked in the dressing table mirror, and gasped. It was a genuine gasp of amazement and delight. She had taken her bra off halfway through the afternoon. The tingling sensation had become unbearable and the caress of the cool black silk had been of great comfort. But now, even the normally loose and billowy blouse felt tight across the chest.
By the time she had the top three buttons undone, her breasts were practically bursting out of it. She paused, unable to believe it. A cool finger slid into her tight cleavage, and she shuddered. Unable to stand it any longer, she placed a hand gently over the peak of her left breast. Ow-wow! With a grunt, she thrust the hand inside her blouse and cupped herself again. This time, she knew from the feel of it, something had changed dramatically.
The rest of the buttons came undone with a single rip and Miss Grimbeau caught the first glimpse of her new self.
"Oh, my God! Are those things mine?"
Her hands flew all over the surging crests of her tautly swollen mounds of warm flesh. Each caress brought a new wave of sensation rippling down her flat stomach, and further down still from there. She almost tore her latex skirt down her hips, nostrils flaring at the heady odour of warm rubber and her own aroused funkiness. It was no good, she found herself on the bed, on her back with her knees up. One hand cupped her ultra-sensitive nipples and areolae, dancing from one to the other. She would have used one hand for each breast, but her left hand had other things on its mind. Two fingers plunged deep into her sopping crack, while the thumb traced a little pattern up and down through the coarse, springy pubic hair, teasing the desperately erect nub of her clitoris.
"Oh, woo! Woo-woo! Woo-woo-woo-woo-woo-WOWEE!"
"Did you hear that?" Smegs was instantly alert. She sat up, decanting Corinne from her groin on to the floor. I peered over the edge of the bed and saw her startled little face looking up at me.
"What was it?"
"Woo-woowoowoooooooo-woo-WOW, fucking hell!" It came to us indistinctly.
"Not one of the girls," I said. "Not using language like that." Smegs nodded. Corinne's face appeared over the edge of the bed like the rising sun.
"I think it was Angelica," she said, almost sobbing with passion.
"Angelica? Where?"
"In her room!" Smegs was already on her way. With her long legs, she was faster than Corinne and me anyway.
"Wait, Cee!"
I can't run in the nude. I had to gather my breasts up as well as I could in both arms before I could even walk. Corinne was already at the door. She turned, and her face showed such sympathy and gentleness: the expression of a girl who has suffered from the largest breasts the world has ever known. I held out my hands to her and she smiled upon me.
"See ya when you get there," she yelled, and darted out the door in Smegs's fragrant wake.
"Sounded like Miss Grimbo!"
"Nah. Teachers don't usually come this early." The girls of the First Form stood rigidly in the corridor between the dorm and the Junior common room, noses sniffing the air like hounds on the scent, ears cocked.
"Woo-woowoowoooooooo-woo-WOW, fucking hell!"
"Not one of the girls, using that language," said the anonymous girl, shocked to the core.
The others agreed.
"What shall we do? Go and see if we can watch her playing with herself?"
It was an attractive proposition, but the anonymous girl stood firm. "No, we've got more important things to do. We've got to find Valentina. Once we've got puffies like Miss Grimbo, maybe we won't need to watch other people playing with themselves!"
"Wowee!"
"Come on!"
BY THE time I got into Angelica's bedroom, I could have expected my friends and colleagues to have completely monopolised Angelica.
But I had misjudged them, to my eternal shame. For sure, they had each grabbed a significant piece of the action, but they had left some for me, their beloved headmistress. I almost wept for gratitude. Almost, but not quite. I was too busy taking in the wonderful scene.
Smegs, first to arrive, had gone straight to the core of things. Discovering Angelica clearly in need of a hand, she had plunged in between her thighs, face first. Smegs doesn't believe in half measures.
Corinne had arrived next, and had immediately approached from the other side of the bed, from behind Angelica's head. She was now latched firmly on to one of her nipples, sucking frenziedly. Her own magnificently soft yet resilient bosom was plastered across Angelica's face. From the noise, Angelica was doing her share of sucking, as well.
All of this left me with one breast all to myself. A lump came into my throat at the thought that my friends had considered me in my moment of need. But rather than dive in and start sucking it — and risk a clash of heads with Corinne, I stood and just looked for a while. And what a sight it was!
Several minutes later, taking my time, I crawled on to the bed and nuzzled at that magnificent nipple. Then, with infinite care, I took it into my mouth.
"Where is she? We've looked everywhere." The anonymous girl led her little search party back to the dorm. Half a dozen other girls sat around, toiling away at various punishments in their best handwriting. Sally Chung and Helvetica Bold looked up from their exercise books in a jaded way as the girls filed in and stood around looking useless.
"What's up with you lot?"
"We're looking for Valentina. We reckon she's been growing and we want to find out. She said she was tingly this afternoon, but she's gone and disappeared. She reckons Pansy Woods said that when they tingle, it means the grow stuff is working."
"What's she want to grow for?" Sally Chung looked a little apprehensive. Her nearest rival was still a full twelve inches behind her, but she still felt slightly threatened.
"It's not just Valentina who wants to grow. We all do. Look at Helvetica's moons. We want some of those."
"You can have mine if you like," grumbled Helvetica. "They're sore the whole time."
"The whole time? You've only had them three days."
"Yeah. And they've been sore the whole time. Ever since the first night. They felt great then, but after that, they've hurt. If you want to feel sick all the time, you're welcome."
None of the others believed her. They figured it was a case of sour grapes.
"Anyway." The anonymous girl dragged the conversation back on topic. We reckon our new grow stuff works. Valentina said she was getting tingly, and we know Miss Grimbo was growing."
"She was?" Helvetica looked interested. "How big?"
"Her nips, mostly. And her moons. Of course, we didn't see her with her clothes off."
The other girls didn't believe Helvetica's tales of having been involved in the whipped creaming of Miss Grimbo in the Headmistress's bedroom. It was too fantastic to believe. A First Former in a bedroom full of teachers, spraying them with whipped cream, and even licking it off the naked body of one of those teachers. Absurd! Who ever heard of such a thing?
"Oh, didn't you?" Helvetica smirked. "I have, of course. Tell you what. If I see my friend Angelica, I'll ask her to show me her boobies."
"Your friend Angelica is playing with herself," the anonymous girl said smarmily. "We heard her, didn't we, girls?"
"Yeah! She was going woo-woo-woooo!"
"You should have gone and helped her, Vets. She's your friend."
To their surprise, Helvetica stood up, tucked her pen into the spine of her exercise book and stretched herself luxuriously. "Maybe I will," she sighed. "She might need a hand." She wandered over to her wardrobe, hips swinging seductively, and inspected her hair in the mirror. "I'll do," she said, half to herself. "See ya, girls!"
She disappeared with a little finger wave.
"Gosh!"
"Do you reckon she has?"
The small girl who had read about shot glasses in smutty stories but didn't know what they were, went to the door. "She's just gone down the stairs at the end of the corridor," she said, a shocked hand across her mouth. "I reckon she's gone to the teachers' rooms!"
"Nah. She'll hide down there for a bit, then she'll come back and tell us she's been snogging Miss Grimbo in her bedroom. You'll see!"
Helvetica reached the top of the stairs and set off in the direction of Miss Grimbo's room. Her self-confidence was beginning to drain away, but she pressed on. If she once stopped, she would freeze solid and never be able to get going again.
She tried to recall the layout of the rooms on this floor. The first bedroom on the left was Miss Lundberg's. Then came Miss Grimbo's room. The next one, she remembered, had only a blank panel on the door where a name ought to be. It was Anastasia's room. Anastasia Dawkes. Nobody had ever satisfactorily explained why a Third Form girl had her own bedroom in the teachers' corridor.
Helvetica pondered the first two doors. The first one was of normal width, and it had Miss Lundberg's name on it. The next one was almost twice as wide. Miss Grimbo's! Why the different doors? Miss Lundberg's narrow one was much newer. She realised with a flash of intuition that the two rooms had been one large one. For some reason, the school had decided to make two small rooms out of one big one.
She stealthily approached Miss Grimbo's room and placed her hand on the door handle. Then she froze, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck slowly stand on end. There were sounds coming from inside the room. Unmistakeable sounds of kissing. Low moans and squelchy noises. And Helvetica had almost blundered straight in. She removed her hand from the handle as if afraid that it might set off a clangorous alarm bell somewhere. Then she set off down the corridor. She hurried straight past Anastasia Dawkes's door. The Third Form girl would not be in there, she knew. She spent all her spare time over at Lord Ted's Grammar School for Boys, trying to make babies.
Helvetica scuttled past and round the corner. The next two doors were wide open. These, she knew, belonged to Miss Mountains and Miss Gruntworthy. She dropped to her hands and knees and peered in through the first door.
Nothing. It was empty.
She felt a bit vulnerable down there on the floor. If anyone came round the corner and saw her, explanations would be difficult and desperately complicated. Still on hands and knees, she shuffled on to the next door and poked her head round the corner.
Empty as well. Just as well, she reflected. She turned and headed back the way she had come. As she rounded the corner of the corridor, she found herself wondering quite why she was still on all fours. Pausing outside Miss Grimbo's room again, she listened, head cocked, like a dog.
Not a sound. Had she imagined it a few minutes before? Nothing now. It was totally silent in there. Should she go in? Perhaps the noises had been Miss Grimbo making snuffling sounds in her sleep. And now she had settled down and was sleeping peacefully.
Or was she?
Then she had a thought. Rumour had it that there was an interconnecting door between these two rooms, Anastasia's and Miss Grimbo's. It was said that when Anastasia had first moved into her room, she had spent a great deal of time in the room next door, which had been shared by Miss Gruntworthy and Miss Meadowlark.
Who was it that had told her all this? Ah, she remembered. Valentina! She had been up there during the holidays. It all came flooding back to her now. Until now, it had all been idle gossip, of no real consequence.
But if there was an interconnecting door between Anastasia Dawkes's room and Miss Grimbo's, it could be the answer!
No time to think! Helvetica reached up and twisted the handle. The wide door swung open instantly, and she crawled inside, still on hands and knees. The curtains were open, and a faint light showed where the door led into the kitchen. That was it. The way through to the other room led through the kitchen.
She tried the door. It was stuck.
"Shit!"
Then she realised there was a key in the lock. It turned smoothly with a faint click. And she was through. It was pitch dark in the kitchen as Helvetica crawled in and closed the door behind her. For the second time in ten minutes, she felt the hair prickle on her neck and she knew she was not alone.
"Who's there?"
"Who are you?" The reply came from only inches away.
Helvetica's senses were finely tuned. She could hear the faintest sounds of breathing in the kitchen, a dripping tap. The fridge started up with a soft whirr which almost deafened her. She could feel the grit on the floor tiles digging into her knees and palms. And very close to her, she could smell girl.
"Cee? You still awake?"
"Mmm-hmm. You?"
"Course I am! What about Smegs?"
"Yeah?"
"Is Angelica asleep?"
"Like a little baby. She must have been tired. How long have we been in here?"
"An hour." Corinne moved stiffly against me. "Can we put the light on?"
"It will wake Angelica. What are we going to do? Sleep in here?"
Smegs got up off the floor where she had been all this time, between Angelica's thighs. "I'm going to bed," she said. She squeezed Corinne's hand. "You coming?"
"No, I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow night, okay?"
"Okay. Shan?"
"I'm ever so tired, Megan. Let's go to my room and have a cup of cocoa." It seemed like a good idea. Not that we would be needing any help to get off to sleep. With a last look back at Angelica, we crept out of the room.
"I covered her with a blanket," said Corinne, as she closed the door behind her. All three of us stood blinking outside in the corridor. Smegs was scratching her armpits and yawning.
"Come on, girls. Bedtime drinkies."
And we all shambled off round the corner, thoroughly exhausted.
Neither of them dared move, nor had they spoken a word since exchanging those first two questions. Helvetica sniffed again in the darkness. The other girl was extremely close, and possibly also on hands and knees. She stretched out an exploratory hand. It encountered a solid body not inches away from her nose.
The body stiffened and gasped. The gasp came from the other end. The end closer to Helvetica's nose was thus, by elimination, the bottom. No wonder she could smell girl! She ran her hand across the rump. It found its way beneath the skirt and immediately became enmeshed in a pair of extremely moist panties.
"Eeek!" the other girl whispered. "Do I know you?"
Helvetica backed away, feeling her way backwards across the cold floor. She reversed into a bucket with a muffled clang, and just managed to stop it falling over by reaching blindly behind her with one hand. She set off again, still crawling backwards but in another direction. The fridge started up again, not a millimetre from her left ear. "Aaaagh!" she gave a strangled cry and reached out for support. A clatter of tiny magnetic figures tumbled to the floor as she swept them off the fridge door. But the noise was suddenly the least of Helvetica's worries. Her clutching hand encountered the door handle of the fridge. In a second, it swung open, flooding the kitchen with light.
The two of them stared at each other, face to face in the yellow glare.
"You!"
"You!"
"You were feeling me up!"
"I didn't know it was you!"
"You mean you wouldn't have felt me up if you'd known it was me?"
"I wasn't trying to feel you up. I was trying to see where I was."
"Close the fridge," said Valentina. "They're next door and they'll see the light."
"Who? Miss Grimbo?"
"Yeah. And Miss Meadowlark and Miss Gruntworthy and Miss Mountains."
"All of them? What are they doing?"
"I don't know, but it sounded great. I'm sopping wet."
"I noticed."
"They stopped a while ago. It's been quiet ever since. I've been shitting myself in case they came in to make coffee."
Helvetica shuffled round and opened the door a few more inches. The light spilled on to Valentina's chest. "Hey! Have you been growing?"
"A bit," Valentina admitted. "So've you."
"Not as much as you."
"But you had none at all until three days ago. Look at your moons now."
Helvetica looked obediently at her moons. She blushed prettily. "It's the cold air coming out of the fridge. Yours are huge!"
"Mine have always been huge."
"Not as huge as that. Look at them."
Valentina looked at her breasts. She had to admit, they were certainly impressive. "They're still growing," she said with a certain pride. "They tingle."
"Come over here."
Valentina crawled closer and felt a hand cup her breast through the blouse and well-stuffed bra. It felt nice. She reached across and gently squeezed Helvetica's breast. It felt incredibly puffed up.
"Ouch. They hurt!"
"Sorry." She took her hand away. As if by an unspoken signal, they both sat cross-legged on the floor, watching each other in the light from the fridge. Helvetica broke the silence at last.
"You can still touch them if you like, Tina. Just be gentle with me."
We sat on the rug in front of the dying coals of the fire, hands cuddling our mugs of hot chocolate.
"Well, that's one idea out of the window, Shan," Smegs said quietly.
"How d'you mean?"
"You said you could stop Angelica's Uncontrollable Horniness by making her boobs grow."
"Well? It worked. She was completely normal for a whole day. At the meeting this morning, she didn't try to grope any of us."
"And then her tits grew," said Corinne.
"Yeah!"
We all thought about that for some time. Angelica's tits had certainly grown. "I wish we'd seen them in daylight," I said.
"How much do you think they've grown?" Corinne was having difficulty keeping her voice steady.
"Probably not a lot in inches," Smegs took a sip of her drink. It turned into a noisy slurp. "They're fatter, as if they've been pumped up."
"They were always nice and broad," I said. "It always looked as if they could stand growing a few more sizes."
"Her moons, though!" Corinne sighed. "They were like... like..."
"So puffy, like..."
"And the nipples!"
"So erect and thick!"
"Both of them at the same time!"
"If you took a grapefruit and sliced it in half," said Corinne dreamily. "That's still smaller than her moons."
"More like a coconut," Smegs suggested.
"Yeah, like a coconut. But so soft."
"Soft, yet still firm and plump. You could push them in with your tongue, but they would spring back out again."
The others looked at me. "So that's what you were doing."
"Just because you didn't think of it."
"I was busy elsewhere," said Smegs with an evil chuckle.
"It didn't work, though, did it?" Corinne placed her mug in the hearth and hugged her knees. "It stopped her Uncontrollable Horniness for a day, but she was certainly getting it on again last night."
"Wouldn't you, being orally serviced by three horny schoolmistresses?"
"Of course, but that's not the point. What if she's back to her full Horniness tomorrow?"
We thought about that for a while. Somehow, it didn't seem like it would be the end of the world.
"We'll have to wait and see, won't we? Maybe she'll just reach a nice balance, the way she was tonight."
"You call that a nice balance, do you?" Corinne had keeled over to one side. Her face looked up at me from the rug. "It took three of us to keep her satisfied. I know she's absolutely shagged out now, but so are we. How long could we keep that up?"
"It would be nice finding out," I suggested. My hand found its way between my breasts and discovered a delicious feeling of warmth and comfort and moisture at the juncture of my thighs.
"Angelica's fitter than us," said Smegs, struggling to get to her feet. She picked up my overturned cup from between my tits. "If I wasn't so knackered, Chauntaille, I would offer to lick every last drop of that chocolate off your lovely belly for you. Don't forget to have a shower in the morning, or you'll be attracting swarms of flies." She kissed the top of my head and patted Corinne's delightfully rounded little rump.
"Night, Megan."
"It feels like a boy's thingie! I can almost get my hand right round it!"
Helvetica held back a tortured squeak. "Gently, Tee. They're sore!"
Valentina released her grip very slightly. The areola protruded obscenely from her fist, the rest of Helvetica's breast was somehow cupped in her palm. It looked very much as she had said it felt. A wicked idea came to her.
"Vets. I want to try something. It won't hurt."
And she slid closer to her friend in the pale light of the humming fridge, then parted her legs.
Angelica blinked and stared into the darkness. She ached as if she had run a marathon. It was still dark, and there was no sign of the clock in its usual place. Lying there, trying to get her bearings, she realised she wasn't tucked up in bed in her nightie. Instead, she was lying under a hairy blanket.
Half-remembered thoughts came back to her. Surely she hadn't been doing all that last night? Her breasts felt really tight and full, tingling. Was that what had awakened her? She sat up, dangling her legs over the edge of the bed.
The clock was on the floor, the red numbers blinking up at her reproachfully. Feeling her drowsy way to the kitchen door, she found her feet entangled with what seemed like a hundred yards of unravelled industrial paper towel. Used industrial paper towel.
And the fridge was open, its light spilling out. She took out the bottle of milk and closed the door. Cold air swirled around her bare feet on the tiles. And there was something else down there. She found her way to the light switch, turned it on, and lifted her foot to remove the clinging object.
It was a very cold, very wet pair of panties. St Cat's High School for Growing Girls standard issue panties. Almost without realising what she was doing, she raised them to her nose.
"Wow!
Someone, she realised, had surely had a ball in these. Angelica took a gulp of cold milk and made her way back into the small bedroom. The light showed her a scene like a battlefield. Too tired to clear it up now. Time to sleep, if the throbbing tension in her breasts would let her.
Breasts.
She had to tilt the dressing table mirror upward on its hinges. Somehow it was showing her a view of herself from the knees down. "Oh, my! Is that me?"
Cupping both hands beneath her breasts, Angelica raised them, aiming the peaks of the hugely engorged spheres to her mouth. She flicked each nipple with her pink tongue, teasing them into glorious — and simultaneous! — erection. The sensations were indescribable, darting out from her breasts to the rest of her body, especially, wow! Especially down there!
It was almost half an hour before Angelica curled herself in her tangled bedclothes and closed her eyes.