"HOW'S IT going?" For some reason, I found myself whispering in the lab lit
only by the eerie glow of the monitor screens. Anastasia sat hunched in front of one of
the other computers playing some obscure game. Corinne sprawled in a chair with half an
eye on the screen.
"It's number-crunching the last alternative now,"
she yawned. "Maybe another half an hour and it will be done."
"Is there any way of knowing what changes it's going to
make to history? Before it makes them, I mean."
"You don't want much, do you? It would do that, if you
cared to put back the start of next term for another week while it worked it all out for
you. In the time we have available, it can only tell you about one per cent of what it
does to history. There's six years'-worth of changes there, you know."
"Which one per cent? The most important
stuff?"
"The computer doesn't know which bits you think are
important. It just gives you a list of some of the changes completely at random. It's
finished printing out the first batch now."
"Where are they? I can read them while we're
waiting."
"She's got them over there." Corinne jerked her
head to indicate Anastasia. I looked at her for a moment, then strolled across to
Anastasia's workstation.
"Hi, kiddo, how's it going?"
"All right," Anastasia said to the screen without
looking up.
"Corinne said you had a list of the history changes I
could look at."
Anastasia sniffed loudly, then reached across to a printer
and pulled a huge wad of paper towards her. It was inches thick, so thick I could only
pick it up using both hands. "All this?"
The girl nodded silently and returned to her game. I carried
the list over to Corinne and sat down at a desk. "What's the matter with
Anastasia?"
"Her? I dunno. Miserable cow. Can you ask her if she's
put new paper in the printer?"
"She's only over there, why can't you ask her
yourself?"
"We're not talking to each other."
"What's the matter?"
"Ask madam. Bitch."
"I'll go and read these upstairs. Give me a shout when
it's ready."
Corinne grunted. I supposed that was better than nothing.
"There's miles of it, love! I'll never read this lot." There was paper all
over the floor in great heaps of fan-folded history. "And this is only one percent of
one third of it!"
Jeremy handed me a mug. "Drink up. Then tear off a few
pages for me to read. If there's anything important there, I'll tell you." He sagged
in a chair and began studying the printout. After a few minutes, he looked up. "This
isn't anything to do with St Cat's. It's all about traffic, and sheep and goats, and
airline schedules, and the price of fish, and cricket matches against Australia ..."
"You have to dig deep. It's there. Trouble is, it's
sometimes only a tiny bit of what ought to be there, but just enough to give us an idea of
what might have happened. Like this bit here, look."
He put down his papers and came over to my chair. He was
warm and close, and my breasts lay heavily against his thigh. "See? This bit
here." He bent closer to read, his lips moving slowly.
"Which one was Virginia Lobotomy?" he asked
softly.
"Slim girl, about five foot two. Redhead with huge
breasts. She was in the Sixth Form. Left last year."
"She didn't. It says she never even came to St Cat's at
all. 'All St Catherine's High School for Growing Girls records deleted for this girl,' it
says here. What happened to her?"
"It doesn't say. There might be a line somewhere else
explaining it. She might never have been born in the first place. If it was inconvenient
for the system, it will have zapped her."
"You mean she's gone? Those lovely tits!"
"So you do remember her!"
"Yeah," he grinned. "I just wanted to hear
you describe her." I put my arm around his bum and hugged him tight, laying my face
against his hip. He became serious again. "But she's gone?"
"Not yet. She will if I choose Option One. And
we'll never even know what happened to the poor girl. Hold me, Jeremy."
"You don't have to choose, Shannie."
"I do. The girls will be back the day after tomorrow.
It gives Anastasia and Corinne one more day for the Upper Sixth Form daughterisation
project. Even that's not long enough. It will take them even longer now they're not
talking to each other."
"They're not?"
"Lovers' tiff or something. Both sitting down there
like a couple of wet weeks. One of them has probably got PMT. Or both."
"You never get like that, darling."
"I do, you should see me. Although ... is that calendar
this month's?"
"Of course. Lovely pair of knockers on her."
"Never mind the knockers, look at the date."
He ran a finger along the rows of numbers. "What about
it?"
"Oh, nothing."
I had enough worries on my mind without being overdue as
well.
"No, you can't see any more detail, Miss. There wouldn't be time." Anastasia
propped her chin in her hands and stared at the screen.
I laid my hand on her shoulder, feeling her stiff and
unyielding. Across the room, I heard Corinne sniff in a marked manner and start slamming
her way through the desk drawers.
"Staze," I said quietly. "Please?"
She looked up at last, glanced across at Corinne, then back
at me. She'd been crying.
"What do you want?"
"When the results are in the computer, can you do a
search or something?"
"Search? What for?"
"I don't know. Names and stuff like that? Instead of it
telling us about train crashes and terrorist bombs in Paris, could you ask it to look for
references to St Cat's, and to the names of the girls."
"All the girls, you mean? It would take it
hours."
"Okay, then. Just us. Pansy and Suzanne. Toria and Sexy
Amy. Toots. And you and me and Miss Meadowlark. I mean Cee. And Michaela and the twins. And
the twins. And Jeremy."
"Just those few, Miss? We could do that, I
suppose." She started tapping at the keyboard. "How about Shona and Cassandra,
Miss?"
"Go on, then. Them, too. Anyone else? Clark?"
She bit her lip and nodded, tears sprinkling the keys. I
kissed the top of her head and left her to it.
Corinne slammed the last drawer of the desk as I sat down
next to her.
"What's that bitch typing now?"
"She's doing a search for specific names, instead of
having all the data for the whole world. Just some of the St Cat's girls, and us here now.
You and her, me and Jeremy. And Clark."
"And my babies? And Michaela?" I nodded. "How
about Clit, and Nurse."
"We hadn't mentioned those. You'd better go and tell
her. Put your heads together and think of anyone else you can."
Corinne didn't move. She looked across at Anastasia,
crouching at the keyboard, a bulky figure, massively voluptuous. Anastasia glanced our way
then looked away quickly.
"Poor kid. I think she's just realised what an almighty
cock-up this whole daughterisation thing is turning into. Go on, Cee. She really wants you
to help her. Quick, she'll be starting the search in a minute. Can I use this machine here
to look at some more data? It's quicker than printing it out?"
"Press this arrow here. Keep pressing it." Corinne
got up and approached Anastasia's workstation. She stood silently watching over the girl's
shoulder.
"Try typing that line in quotes, Staze," I heard
her say after a minute or so.
"This line, Miss?"
"No, silly! That one there. And call me Cee."
I scrolled down the list of garbage, pausing occasionally at
some trivial public disaster or other.
"Aaaargh!"
"Shan? What's the matter?"
I sprang to my feet. "That list, Staze! We forgot
Smegs!"
"But I don't know how to work this thing!"
"You'll have to, Shan. We're tied up on these two
terminals over here. It's all going crazy. Type the words 'protect help', then follow the
instructions."
"It's all gibberish, Cee!"
"Get Miss Mountains down here, Miss. She knows more or
less what to do."
"She always knows what to do. Not this, though."
"She does," interrupted Anastasia. "When
Michael first came here with the system, Miss Mountains had a go at changing a few
things."
Corinne looked up. "Michael? Who's that?"
"Your brother, Miss! The one you turned into a
girl."
"I what?" Corinne screamed.
A funny, chilly feeling came over me. "I think she's
right, Cee. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I suddenly realised I knew about Michael.
He's Michaela. She's Michael."
"But I haven't got a brother," Corinne
wailed. "I've got a sister, a little slut with enormous tits. She's got twins. I've
got twins myself."
That reminded me. "Little sluts with very big milky
tits who were trying to feed my boyfriend, Corinne. What are you going to do about those
two little minxes?"
"How can I get my brother back? It's terrible. We can't
have zapped my brother!"
"We haven't zapped him, Miss" cried Anastasia.
"We've feminised him. We can't get him back now he's had children. He's now a girl. A
woman, actually. We're not allowed to demotherise anyone."
"You knew all this and didn't tell me?"
"You knew! You changed her. You protected
your pattern and changed Michael into Michaela. Then you made her pregnant, then
moved her delivery date forward three times."
"I can't have, or I'd remember it all."
"No, you wouldn't. I've had to unprotect you again
since, and some of your memory has been wiped."
"Why did you unprotect ...?"
I interrupted their petty bickering. "Excuse me, you
two. I'm trying to protect Smegs, here!"
"Haven't you done it yet, Miss? You'd better get her
down here a bit quick. Phone her up. Or send a twin for her."
"She's not answering her phone. Where are the
twins?"
"Here, Auntie Shannie!" The twins popped up from
behind my terminal like small demon kings. "Would you like a drink? We're leaking
again."
"No! I need you to find Miss Mountains, quickly."
"Oh, no, she's always so grumpy. And she smells of sex
all the time. Even worse than Mandy."
The other twin, clearly not Mandy, stuck a fist into her
sister's shoulder. "Worse than you, you mean!"
"Shut up! Both of you. Get out and find her. Go
different ways. One of you look upstairs. The other one had better look in the car park
and see if her car's still here. Then go up to the other classrooms and look up there.
Send her down here as soon as you find her!"
"Oh, come on, Auntie Shannie! It's nearly our bedtime.
We shouldn't be running around outside with milk pouring out of our tits. We'll catch our
death of cold ..."
"Get the fuck out of here!" I yelled at them.
"Don't scream at my girls like that, you bloody
foul-mouthed fishwife," Corinne howled.
"Shut up and get on with your work, you little
tart!"
The twins started crying, their voices rising and falling
like warning sirens. I shoved them out of the door and slammed it shut, leaning against
it. I felt them push against it a few times, then they obviously got bored and went away.
I sat down heavily, with a feeling of defeat.
Surprisingly, Smegs put her head round the door about thirty
seconds later.
"The twins said you wanted to see me. Have you seen the
tits on those two ...?"
"Smegs! Come in. Sit down." I slammed her
into my chair, where she sat looking up at me as if I had taken leave of my senses.
"Now. Protect yourself!"
"Protect? Me? You mean ...? How? I can't
remember how to. I mean I don't know anything about this stuff." Smegs had gone red.
"It's all right, Miss Mountains, They know all about
it."
Smegs shrugged and began typing quickly. Things appeared on
the screen. "I'm not sure about this next bit. There, that ought to do it." She
hit a key, and the lights flickered briefly. "'MEGAN PROTECTED', it says. I'm done.
Now would somebody mind telling me what all this is about?"
"Later. They're too busy right now with
daughterisation. No, don't ask!"
"You'd better have a good story. You interrupted my
tests on the latest Kia. I had to leave the twins with her."
"Was that a good idea? You never know what they might
get up to."
"What else could I do? I had to get down here and they
wanted to play with the pretty dolly. They shoved me out and locked the door."
"So you see? We'll get these three different scenario things, and I have to choose
one."
Smegs considered for a while. "They all have the same
outcome?"
"Only in one respect. The girls in the Upper Sixth, or
some of them, will have ten-year-old daughters."
"Ten years old? But that means ..."
"Yes."
"Gosh! What else, though? You said it would only be in
one respect."
"That's what we don't know. The computer is going to
give us a list of some of the changes, but it can't tell us all of them, there isn't time.
It all depends on the history of the entire universe over the past six years."
"Six years? I thought you said these daughters
are ten."
"Six years ago, Moggie has to be headmistress of St
Cat's instead of wherever she was at the time. If Moggie had been headmistress six years
ago, she would have let the girls join the school even though they were looking after
toddlers. The old headmistress wouldn't have let them."
Smegs blew out her cheeks. "That's a load of history!
You mean the computer will change all that as soon as you decide which scenario to
choose?"
"Yep!"
"God, Shan, the power! You will be the most powerful
woman in the entire history of the world."
"Stop it, Smegs! I don't want to be. I just want to be
ordinary little me. Little? Huh! When it's done, around next Wednesday, Jeremy wants me to
have a bigger bum."
"How big?" She looked at me critically.
"Shamefully big. As big as that girl who was here until
last year. That one with the ..."
"Gwendolyn Upcock?"
"That's her."
"That's shamefully huge. Shameful. Are you going
to?"
"Of course. He wants me to."
Smegs sniffed. "I wouldn't. Not for anybody. He'll be
wanting to marry you next."
"Probably. I shall say yes. We love each other."
"But he'd love you even more if your arse was the size
of a house ..."
"Here come the results, Miss. It's finished." I
hurried over and stood behind Anastasia's chair. She stabbed a pudgy little finger at the
screen. "Look. All the details of everything that has ever affected anyone on that
list we did. All our friends except Miss Mountains."
We watched the information scroll past. Corinne came by and
stood looking over Anastasia's other shoulder, her hand resting negligently on the girl's
bare arm. They seemed to be good friends again. Smegs joined us, tall enough to look over
the top. I reached out and squeezed her hand.
"What's that saying about me?" said Smegs
suddenly, pointing. "I thought I wasn't on your list."
"It's just a random fact, Miss. About your
husband."
"My what? What's his name?"
"Gerald."
"Which option is this, Shan?"
"Number One."
"Well, that rules that one out, anyway. I am not
marrying anyone called Gerald. I am not marrying anyone at all. I don't even know
anyone called Gerald."
"You would, if I chose this option. He might be nice.
In fact, since you married him in Option One, he probably was nice."
"I'm warning you, Chauntaille! No!"
"IT'S FINISHED, then, Shan. Make your choice!" Corinne placed three piles of
printout in front of me, one, two, three. Not as thick as the original ones, as these only
listed events which had a direct effect on our immediate circle of friends, but still an
inch thick each. Three inches of dynamite.
"How long have I got to decide?"
Corinne glanced irritably at her watch. "The sooner you
decide, the sooner we can daughterise the Upper Sixth. It's midnight now. Poor Anastasia's
gone to sleep on the keyboard. Look at the poor little mite!"
That seemed just about the least apt description of anyone I
had ever heard.
"I'll read them now, one last time, then make my
decision."
"Don't you go back to your room, Shannie. Once you get
in there, you'll just start shagging again and you'll never get anything done."
"Come up to my room, Shan," Smegs took my
arm gently. It felt comforting. She was strong. I wasn't going anywhere except to her
room.
"Ouch, don't squeeze so hard. I'm coming, I'm
coming!"
"Out, you two. You should have been in bed hours ago! Out!"
The twins crawled out, their clothes drenched in an aromatic
blend of Kia-juice, twin-juice and milk.
"Can we take her with us, Miss Mountains?"
"Mandy!" I roared.
"Sorry, Auntie Shannie. May we take her with us,
please, Miss Mountains?"
"Absolutely not."
"Oh, go on, Smegs, we won't be using Kia
tonight. They won't do her any harm."
"They'd better not! Go on, then, take her. But I shall
inspect that doll in the morning, and any ..."
"Thanks, Miss Mountains!"
"Thanks Auntie Shannie!"
Two very wet girls with very big, thrusting tits pressed
themselves against their godmother and went splosh, splosh, one on each cheek.
"Goodnight, darlings."
Smegs spoke with an air of finality.
"I am not having Option One. It's got a Gerald
in it."
"But that only leaves Two and Three. In Two, Corinne
has three more babies. She'll go ape if I choose that one."
"It's Three, then."
"But Three's even worse. It doesn't tell us anything.
If I pick that one, anything might happen!"
"Anything's what's going to happen anyway. Go on, get
down to the lab and tell her you've chosen Option Three. Then press the button or
whatever. Then get your arse back up here into this bed!"
"You mean ...?"
"Shan-tail! I have been lying on this bed next to you
for the last hour, breathing in the scent of your hair and your sex and God-knows-what
else. If I don't have a face-full of your wonderful muff within the next three minutes, I
am going to explode and blow St Cat's to Kingdom Come."
"Megan!" My spleen did a two and a half turn
somersault in the piked position, with reverse entry. All of the judges except Canada gave
it a nine-point-nine. "Ooooh, Megan! I love it when you talk dirty!"
"Move, Chauntaille!"
I moved.
As soon as I opened one eye, I could tell there was trouble. The twins were beside the
bed, standing together, their shoulders touching, their breasts leaking gently.
"There's something the matter with Miss Mountains's
dolly."
"We didn't do anything to her, Auntie Shannie!"
"She was like it when we woke up."
"Where is she?"
Candy produced Kia from behind her back. The doll was the
same beautifully proportioned shape as before, the same slightly Oriental appearance. But
she was only about a foot tall.
"I see," I said, feeling confused.
"She's shrunk," Candy pointed out, in case I
hadn't noticed.
"Hide her in the wardrobe," I hissed, "before
Miss Mountains wakes up."
Mandy hurried away, burying the little doll under a mountain
of underwear in black plastic bags.
Candy studied Smegs for a while. "Does she always sleep
in that position, Auntie Shannie?" The twin was investigating Megan's rear in
intimate detail.
"She always has done, as long as I've known her. No,
don't touch!"
Too late. Smegs stirred as Candy stepped back with an air of
innocence.
"What are you two doing in here?"
"Nothing, Miss Mountains. Good morning, Miss
Mountains." They fled. Smegs is not at her best in the mornings.
Her voice rang out, echoing from the toilet.
"Chauntaille!"
"What's the matter? You'll wake the dead."
"Which one of you three tied my labia in a knot?"
"Do you feel any different, Smegs?"
We crouched over our mugs of coffee. Smegs winced
occasionally and touched herself.
"You should have let me untie them," I said.
"I'd have done it gently."
"That little bastard, Candy, I'll wring her neck when I
catch her. She tied them in a reef knot."
"That's good. A granny knot would have slipped. Anyway,
I asked you, do you feel any different?"
"Apart from having my pudenda stretched out of all
recognition and tied round my clitoris, I feel fine!"
"I can still recognise them, Smegs. Nobody else's bits
look anything like yours." She hadn't mentioned Kia yet. "How about history? How
do you feel?"
"How should I feel? My pattern is
protected."
"You'll notice any changes in that case. The rest of us
might, or we might not. Hey, I've just thought of something."
"What? It's early, Shan!"
"Your pattern is protected, so no changes can take
place to you. That means you couldn't have let me choose Option One. If you had,
you'd have had to marry your Gerald."
"He's not my Gerald, whoever he is. I've never
met him. Ouch!" She caressed her injured womanhood again.
"Shall I do that for you?" I offered kindly.
"If you like," she said grudgingly, slamming her
mug down on the bedside table and lying flat on her back with her knees around her ears.
It seemed like an invitation. Whatever else had changed in history, that certainly hadn't.
Feeling thoroughly drained, I made my bow-legged way back to the bedroom. Time for a
shower and a change of clothes. I hoisted my ScatBra® to its maximum setting and studied
the effect, before tottering round the room on the point of overbalancing. I had to take
it off and rummage around in my top drawer for the rest of the counterbalance weights.
That's better, I thought, holding on to the door frame before venturing on another lap.
Harder on the feet and calf muscles, but the balance was much easier now. I broke into a
trot briefly. Well, perhaps not. Still, I could manage like this tomorrow and create the
best impression for the girls and their parents.
My panties were tight, so was my skirt. It would hardly go
past my hips. It was better when it was on, but it was still much too tight. I looked
fantastic in the full length mirror, sticking out about a mile and a half in front. My
bottom was a bit excessive. Perhaps a different skirt. At least, tomorrow, I could wear my
pink cotton shorts. The weather man said it was going to be hot.
I wondered if Jeremy would like my bust. He was so shy, I
could never get a word out of him. One of these fine days, I'd get him into bed. I'd
watched him at work, keeping out of the way, of course, and he seemed to have very full
pants indeed. Not that size matters, but it doesn't do any harm, either.
"Do you think Mr Jeremy will like my bust like this, Cee?"
Corinne looked at me strangely and exchanged glances with
Anastasia. "Haven't you seen him this morning, Shannie?"
"Of course not. I only just got up."
"He wasn't with you last night?"
"Corinne!" I felt myself blushing and giggling
like a Fourth Former.
"She's slipped, Cee," said Anastasia, getting up
from her chair and coming over. "We'd better restore her avirginity parameter."
She looked me up and down.
"Hello, Staze," I said.
"I really love your bust, Miss!"
I blushed prettily.
Corinne circumnavigated my left breast and stood close
behind Anastasia, rubbing herself slowly up and down against the girl's wonderfully
generous bottom. "Can you restore it without affecting anything else, love?"
"No problem. It will only take a minute."
Corinne nibbled Anastasia's ear. "Jeremy will be okay?
Won't he be a virgin as well, if they never did it in the Jaguar?"
Anastasia gently disengaged herself and sat down at her
terminal. "It's okay. I won't go into their parameters pages. Let's go for the
short-cut. I'll just do a straightforward demand for dual virginity negation on the pair
of them. The system doesn't have to cope with many virginity negations. It will see one
for two people and automatically kill two birds with one stone. It will try all its
options and probably choose the Jaguar. I'm unprotecting them now. Here goes!" She
had been typing rapidly as she spoke and now she hit the Enter key with a flourish. The
lights flickered.
"This skirt is so bloody tight!" I wrestled with
it. "It's no use. I'll have to go and change. Maybe Jeremy will give me a hand with
it. The idle sod's probably still tucked up in bed, farting."
"There you go! Voilà!"
"You're a genius, Anastasia! Woo-woo-woo-woo!"
Corinne sat on Anastasia's lap and covered her face with
noisy, wet kisses. It was time to leave them alone to get on with their daughterisation.
Time was short.
"All done, Miss!" Anastasia looked round the unfamiliar bedroom. She gave
Jeremy a nervous little wave and grinned as she saw a tent-pole erect itself in the bed.
"Hi, Jeremy!"
"All of them still with us?"
"All the Upper Sixths, Miss. All fourteen of them are
daughterised. Cee's giving them all their names and breasts now. She asked me to ask you
if you wanted us to press on with the Lower Sixth and the others."
"No!" I had decided. I was sure. If we were going
to go through this whole business daughterising the other six forms, it was going to take
weeks, and who knew what historical disasters would be caused. "Tell her we'll have a
meeting about it next week, but we'll do no more now."
"Oh, good. I was getting worried. That Option Three
with no changes at all looked wrong. I think it's full of buggy bits. So far, all it's
done is to virginise you two." She stopped, blushing.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing," said Anastasia quickly. "Just a
slip of the tongue, Miss. We'll go and clean up our loose ends in the lab, then we'll go
to bed, I think."
She left, waving shyly to Jeremy again.
"She's a little sweetie," he said. "Why have
I never seen her before?"
"You WHAT?"
"That girl. Corinne's lover. How old is she? Is she on
the staff? Funny thing, she seemed to know me. My name, at least. She must be at least
twenty with tits like those. I wouldn't mind giving her a good seeing-to!"
His temperature felt normal. "Lie down again, love. Try
to get some sleep. I just have to pop down to the lab again."
"Hi, Mikki? I thought that was your barrow out in the corridor. Cee still down
here?"
Michaela put down the pornographic magazine she was leafing
through. "Hiya, Miss! She's gone to the loo with Anastasia. They'll be back soon,
they've been gone ten minutes. Your bust looks great, Miss."
I blushed prettily. "I've got my bra pulled up tight,
practising for tomorrow. New headmistress, I've got to make an impression."
"Go for it, Miss. I only came down to see if Corinne
could look after the twins for an hour, but as soon as I came in, they both stared at me
and started whispering to each other. Then they went out to the bogs."
"Whispering? What about?"
Michaela was tugging at her bodice in a preoccupied manner.
"All this computer stuff they talk about all the time. Parameters and stuff. Ouch,
I'm full! I'd better go and get milked before I catch the bus into town. I'm seeing Clark
for a shag. We'll probably go down by the river first and get a boat out for an hour. Have
you ever done it in a boat, Miss?"
"Not with Clark," I admitted. "Does Anastasia
know you're seeing him?"
"Should she? Does she know him?"
"D'uh?"
Michaela was hopping around in discomfort. "It's no
good, Miss. The milk's coming in, I'll have to go down to the kitchens and get myself
done. When Corinne comes back, can you ask her about the twins? My twins. Her twins
are looking after them for now, but they wanted to go down the village this afternoon. You
know what little girls are like."
"Tell me about it! Go on and get milked. Then off you
go down town and get screwed absolutely senseless. I'll look after the kids for you. Enjoy
yourself!"
"Thanks, Miss! They've been fed, and Cee's twins will
be exploding by the time they get back at teatime, so they'll feed them again then. See ya
later!"
She edged out of the lab, and I heard her loading her
breasts into her wheelbarrow. There was a muffled curse as she collided with the wall,
then she was off, the squeaking of her wheel getting fainter and fainter as she went away
up the corridor.
"Michaela was in here a minute ago, but she had to leave to get milked. She was
asking about babysitting the twins. I told her I'd do it for her."
"You saw her breasts, I suppose?" Corinne sounded
deeply disapproving.
"Of course. You could hardly miss them. Was that her
own barrow, or one of the school fleet?"
"She hasn't got her own. She shouldn't even have those
tits."
"They're the only ones she's got. You gave them
to her."
"Don't talk daft, Shan. She's supposed to be flat as a
pancake. She is my brother, after all."
"She was. But when you turned her into herself, you
grew those things on her chest, and they got bigger when she started feeding the twins.
They're miles too big, she's always tripping over the things."
"She doesn't have any breasts at all, Miss,"
Anastasia said gravely. We were worried that she wouldn't have enough milk. We think
that's probably why the system made Cee's twins lactate, to feed the twins."
That was the trouble with the system, I thought. Everything
it did was always so logical, you couldn't argue against it. I tried.
"Corinne, Staze, listen!" Michaela had big tits
almost as soon as you changed her from your brother into a girl. Then you made them huge.
You made them even bigger when she started feeding."
"No, Miss. You're wrong. They were practically flat
until last night. Just little bumps round the nipples. Go and take a look at the school
photo on the wall outside your office."
I knew there was no point. It would show a flat-chested
Michaela, for sure.
"More changes, Cee!" Anastasia sighed.
"I thought we'd got it all sewn up," said Corinne
wearily.
"Can't you just leave her for now?" I suggested.
"Get some sleep. Michaela will be all right as she is, once she learns not to crash
her barrow into walls. Let her have her tits. Go to bed and catch up on some sleep. You've
done a wonderful job. I told Michaela I'd look after her twins while she goes off to town
to get laid."
"Laid?" Anastasia looked suspiciously at me.
"Who's she seeing?"
"How would I know?" My face went all hot.
"I bet she's seeing my Clark, the little bitch. He'll
go crazy once he sees those whoppers. You know what he's like about huge tits. We have to
change her back, Cee!" She sat down at a terminal and banged at the keys, then looked
up with a face filled with panic. "It's not working. We've lost Fuckh!"
"Lost it?" Corinne tried as well.
ACCESS NOT POSSIBLE, CEE
JUST NOT YOUR LUCKY DAY, IS IT?
she read from the screen. "Bastard thing!"
"Maybe she's not seeing him at all," I reassured
Anastasia. "It could be anybody. Anyway, she might not go into town. It's her first
trip out of the school since the babies, she can't be used to heaving those giant breasts
around. How will she get her wheelbarrow on the bus, anyway?"
I was talking to myself. Anastasia was off, out of the door.
Corinne and I thought about following her and bringing her
back. She was already banging out of the double doors at the top end of the corridor. We
followed at a more dignified pace, and turned into the bedroom Corinne shared with
Anastasia — according to the brass plaques outside the door.
"There she goes, look!" I joined Corinne at the
window. Michaela was scuttling away between the trees, her wheelbarrow bouncing over the
rough ground. She was gritting her teeth. So was I.
"There goes Anastasia," I said. "She'll never
catch her."
Anastasia was making reasonable progress, but her breasts
were so ponderous and swayed so much, she had to keep stopping to let them stop bouncing,
before setting off again, holding them with both arms. While she was actually moving, she
gained slightly on Michaela, who was puffing and blowing badly, but every time she
stopped, Michaela forged ahead. She was never more than seventy-five yards ahead, but
never less than fifty.
In the distance, we could just see the bus waiting at the
stop. "Will she catch her?" Corinne whispered.
"I hope not. If they have a fight in public, it will be
very bad for St Cat's public image."
"The bus is starting." We saw the roof of the bus
through the trees as it moved off. "We'll know soon enough."
"Anastasia's coming back, look," I said after a
few minutes. The Head Girl of St Catherine's High School for Growing Girls was returning
through the trees. Alone. As she came closer, we could see she looked totally knackered
and unhappy. "She'll be no use to you tonight, Cee!"
"WOW, IT'S boiling hot, and it's only ten o' clock. What's it going to be like by
this afternoon when the girls all start arriving?" Corinne was dressing Anastasia in
what looked like a giant party frock. She looked absolutely ridiculous.
"I feel absolutely ridiculous, Cee. Do I have to wear
this thing?"
"It's a pretty dress, love! Breathe in and I'll do up
the buttons ..."
Anastasia breathed in. About ten minutes later, she asked if
she could breathe out again.
"Are you still holding your breath. Let go, girl.
Relax."
Anastasia relaxed. Amazingly, her dress survived intact
although dangerous bulges appeared in some really surprising places.
"Are you sure about that bra, Anastasia?" I asked
her. "It's making some strange noises."
"It's one of Cassandra's old ones, Miss. It ought to be
big enough. She is an Amazon, after all. Oh, dear!" The bra suddenly groaned and
complained, then dumped Anastasia's breasts out in a terminal kind of way.
"I think it looks better like that, Cee," I said.
"Not so extreme, if you know what I mean."
"I suppose so. I really wanted to see her dressed in a
party frock like Shirley Temple."
"You've got to be joking. Take her bra off. We can use
it for storing things, hanging up in the kitchen cupboard. We could get a whole load of
stuff in those cups." Anastasia sighed heavily and dramatically as Corinne undressed
her again and removed the ruined ScatBra®."
"It was an old one, Miss. The milk weakens the
stitching."
"I hope not. My twins leak so much, they'll rot their
way out of a bra a week. Where are they, anyway?"
"Helping Mr Jeremy water the flower beds."
"I bet they are, too!" I growled. "I wish
you'd keep them away from my boyfriend, Corinne."
"What am I supposed to do, chain them up? They're only
kids, you know."
"Somebody ought to remind them of that. I don't think
they're thinking kiddy thoughts out there." I craned my neck out of the window but
couldn't see them. "What are you going to be wearing, Cee?"
"Skirt and blouse. I have to look presentable if I'm
checking up on all the new daughters as they come in. Some of the parents will be there.
First impressions are all-important. They may give the school some money."
"Excellent. Since it's still officially a holiday, I
will wear my shorts and a T-shirt. I don't want to look too stuck-up and inaccessible.
I'll wear my mortar board and gown as well, so they all know I'm headmistress. First
impressions, you know."
"Can't I wear my bikini, Miss?" Anastasia pouted.
"It's so-oo hot!"
"But you're Head Girl!" Corinne was deeply
shocked.
"Oh, let her wear her 'kini, Cee! The poor child will
melt in that frock."
"But the Grand Scarlet Sash of Office! How can she wear
that with a bikini?"
"Round her waist? You still have a waist,
Anastasia?"
"Yes, Miss. It's a bit lower down than it used to be,
under my tummy. But it doesn't matter, because the whole lot is under my bust anyway. You
can only see the Grand Scarlet Sash of Office from the back. In fact, the Grand Scarlet
Sash of Office is the only thing you'll be able to see from the back. You can't see
my bikini from behind. My bra cups are so low down the bra string goes round my waist, so
they're underneath the Grand Scarlet Sash of Office; and my pants are so far up in my
crack I have to use a knife and fork to get them off..."
"Thank you, Anastasia. There are some things we would
much rather not hear about."
"I can wear it, then, Miss?"
"Go on. Go and change. But show us when you've got it
on."
"I'll do better than that, Miss. I'll put it on in
front of you both."
And she did. It was quite a diverting sight if you liked
that sort of thing. As I suppose I do. And Corinne certainly did, to judge by all the
woo-woo-woo-ing that was going on.
"We've been helping Mr Jeremy water the flowers, Auntie Shannie!"
"We ran out of water, but it didn't matter, 'cos we
were leaking so much, we just got our tits out and sprayed milk over the flower
beds."
"You can't do that!" I said in horror.
"It's all right. Mr Jeremy was watching us."
"He watched us for a long time, then he decided to
help, and he pulled his shorts down ..."
"... and got his willie out, and ..."
"... pointed it at the flowers, and ..."
"... watered them. He didn't water them much,
though."
"... just a few quick spurts."
"... then he put it away again." Candy sounded
crestfallen.
"Where is he now?" I seethed. "I'll strangle
him! And look at the state of your T-shirts. They're soaked all around your nipples. Go
and take them off at once!"
"All right, Auntie Shannie," said Mandy, anxious
to oblige, and she pulled up the bottom of her shirt.
"Not here! It's all you're wearing!"
Candy pulled her sister away, whispering in her ear.
Suddenly, both twins giggled and turned pink, then shot away round the corner by the
flower beds, long blonde pony-tails tossing, bottoms bouncing shamefully. Shamefully.
"Here they come, Miss!" It was Anastasia calling
from the driveway and pointing up the road. A bus had just turned in and was trundling
slowly through the trees. Girls' faces were pressed anxiously against the upstairs
windows, eager to catch a first glimpse of the old school again.
All they would see was Anastasia, resplendently voluptuous
in a pink bikini which failed even in its most elementary duty of concealing her areolae
and pubic hair. From the back, she might have been wearing nothing but the Grand Scarlet
Sash of Office. I gazed at her fondly, admiring the little rolls of fat rippling above her
thunderous buttocks as she undulated away to greet the first of the arrivals. From this
angle, both her hippopotamic breasts were visible on each side of her hips. Not only
visible, but each protruding sideways by at least the width of her mightily-fleshed
backside.
She said something to Corinne, who was waiting, clipboard
poised. They put their heads close together for a moment. I felt myself becoming moist.
Concentrate, Chauntaille!
"Auntie Shannie!"
Not them again!
"What on earth have you done? I told you to change
those shirts."
"No, you said to take them off."
"We can't do that, it's too rude."
"So you know the big wet bits round our teats
...?"
"... and our moons ...?"
"They don't show now!"
"They certainly do!"
"No they don't. Not now we're wet all over. You can't
see what's milk and what's just water."
"We did it with the watering can."
The girls were soaked to the skin, their T-shirts clinging
to their shapely little bodies. True, you couldn't see any more where the milk had been
leaking. Unfortunately, you could see everything else, in startling detail, from their
absurdly protruberant nipples, to their little innie navels and on down to areas one could
only contemplate in one's most fevered imaginings.
"We'll have to keep wetting each other as it dries
out," said Candy happily. Their shoulders were drying already in the hot sun. As they
clamoured beside me, one on each side, steam was rising from from them in girl-scented
clouds.
"We soaked Mr Jeremy while we were there, Auntie
Shannie," Mandy confided. "He was ever so hot!"
"He's coming now!"
"I bet he is," I said grimly, then turned to see
Jeremy coming round the corner with a wheelbarrow containing several empty watering cans.
He clattered over to us and stopped, putting the barrow down and straightening up.
"Ouch," he complained. "Me back!"
"Never mind your back. What about your front?"
"Er, what?" He looked down at himself.
"Oops!"
"You shouldn't be wearing shorts, Jeremy. The girls are
just starting to arrive back."
He was making frantic adjustments. Candy and Mandy were
trying to help, but their efforts weren't really what was required. I dragged them away,
but as soon as I let go of them, they dived in again. The only way to stop them was to
dive in myself. They stood and watched me, nodding in approval of my technique.
"Quick, Shan, the bus is unloading!" Jeremy's
voice was a croak.
"Okay, now tuck it away," I told him, wiping my
mouth on a convenient piece of cloth someone handed me. "Thanks," I said, before
realising I had wiped a generous faceful of Jeremy's seminal spendings on the bottom of
Candy's T-shirt. She sniffed at it with a faraway expression before pulling it down and
covering herself more or less decently again.
"Is that better, Auntie Shannie?" she asked with
solicitude as I stood up shakily. My knees were knocking.
"Yes, thanks."
"Good. Mandy and me'd better go and get another
watering can full, Auntie Shannie."
"What for?" My head was still spinning.
"Look at the front of your shorts."
Mandy gasped and ran off.
"I can't see them past my boobs. What about them?"
I finally got a hand down there to investigate. Oh, no, not
with all the girls and their parents due at any minute!
"It's all right, Auntie Shannie!" Mandy appeared
lugging a watering can. It banged against her leg and water slopped over the top.
"There!"
It felt icy cold but somehow soothing as it sprayed
interminably around my steaming crotch. It seemed to go on for hours. Mandy gave me the
whole three gallons.
"That looks better, Auntie Shannie," she said at
last, dropping the watering can and studying the effect critically.
"Golly, Auntie Shannie," Candy whispered, and I
felt an exploring finger rudely probing where the sun doesn't shine. "Yours is even
bigger than Auntie Michaela's!"
They were flocking into the grounds by the busload. The climbed down from the buses
with their bags, their suitcases; their toddlers and their babies. The hot weather had
ensured a dazzling display of summer frocks displaying miles of staggeringly full St Cat's
breasts and dangerously-swollen pregnant bellies.
Corinne was at the forefront of it all with her clipboard.
She met each arriving bus, each taxi and each parents' car. Her primary task was to waylay
the girls of the Upper Sixth Form and ensure that they had been successfully daughterised.
The daughters might not be with their nubile young mothers, but carefully-phrased
questions enabled Corinne to find out if the daughters had been properly created and
named.
"I didn't get too outrageous with the names," she
had confided earlier. It was only half an hour before the first girl arrived that I
discovered that Corinne had suffered a mental block and named all fourteen of the new
daughters Jane.
Also meeting and greeting was Anastasia, cool and relaxed in
her bikini and the Grand Scarlet Sash of Office. Students' parents were gaping openly at
the Head Girl as she shook hands and just about everything else.
Little groups of girls gathered on the rabbit-cropped grass
under the trees, comparing stories and notes about their holidays: their adventures, brief
and tempestuous love affairs, orgies, gut-wrenching break-ups and horny one-night stands.
"Hi, Miss! Love the hat!"
"It's a mortar board, Pansy. It goes with the gown and
forms a symbol of the office of headmistress."
"And the shorts, Miss. You're even wetter than
usual."
"Miss Meadowlark's twins did it," I explained
lamely, until Mandy appeared with her watering can and douched me liberally once more.
"Eeek! Thank you, Mandy!"
Candy was holding both of Michaela's twins while her sister
did the honours with the watering can.
"Can we feed them now, Auntie Shannie? You said we
could when the other girls arrived."
"Go on, then. Isn't Mikki back yet?" I scanned the
distance for signs of a wheelbarrow. Michaela was going to be in deep trouble when she
finally came back from her date with Clark.
Candy lobbed out a fat breast and aimed the already spraying
nipple at one of the babies. Mandy did the same with the other. "God, they're making
me leak, just watching them," said Pansy, restlessly hopping from foot to foot.
"I'd better find my buggy. I left Suzanne looking after it. Later, Miss!"
"Hi, Miss."
"Hello, Amy. You're looking very fit."
"Hasn't Miss Meadowlark lost a load of weight? Off her
boobs, I mean!"
I made a note in my notebook and returned it to my cleavage.
Anastasia had asked me to note which girls noticed a difference in Corinne's bustline.
'Pattern anomaly,' she called it. After another ten minutes of greeting girls, I felt like
Her Majesty the Queen at a garden party, apart from my soaking shorts which were now
surrounding me with a small cloud of slightly fragrant steam. I had collected a growing
list of girls who mentioned Corinne's new figure, and another list of girls who observed
that the Support and Mobility Mistress was apparently putting on a bit of weight up top.
"Hi, Miss!"
"Hi, Toria, hello Rumiko!"
"Ah, Miss! Your shorts steaming!"
"Thank you, Rumiko. I had noticed." A twin arrived
and dumped another three gallons around my bottoms, back and front, raising my gown to
make a better job of it. "Thank you, Candy."
"I stop them, Miss!" Rumiko made a threatening
gesture at the twins, who clung to each other and darted round behind me. Candy's watering
can clanked anxiously and I could smell them cooking gently in the hot sun.
"It's all right, Rumiko. I asked them to do it, I was
getting rather ... hot."
"Ah, so, Miss. Horny!" She gave me a little bow
and moved away, moving carefully without a wheelbarrow. Cautiously, the twins came out
from behind me again. They seemed chastened. Their nipples were almost invisible.
"Where have you put Michaela's babies?"
The twins indicated a huge group of young nursing mothers on
the grass. Even from thirty yards away, I could hear the sucking and the sharp cries of
girls enjoying their first let-down of the afternoon. Over there, Michaela's twins were no
doubt getting the best of service.
"Miss Gruntworthy?" A woman I vaguely recognised
was approaching like a ship under all plain sail. "I understand Miss Thunderbolt has
retired."
"Yes, I'm the new Headmistress of St Cat's."
"You're very young." She looked me up and down.
"But very pretty. And a nice figure. But you seem to have wet your shorts. You don't
recognise me? I'm Anastasia's mother. Are these your daughters? How sweet. They seem to
take after you." The twins giggled girlishly, ducked behind me, then came out briefly
to flash their plump titties at the lady.
"I'm their godmother," I said. "I instil
Christian virtues in them." The twins turned their backs on Anastasia's mother, bent
over and dropped their shorts in twin gestures of what I assumed was disapproval. They
even farted in unison, which was perhaps taking it a bit too far, as the good lady opened
her eyes very wide and stepped back a few paces.
"Christian virtues? Is that what you call them? At
least, I now know what I'm up against."
"Sorry, I haven't the slightest ..."
"You haven't? Not even after sleeping with my husband
for half the Easter holidays? I must say, you've got a nerve!"
"Me? I've been here at St Cat's the whole time,
apart from a couple of days at home. Anastasia was with me. Ask her. She was trying to lay
my Daddy the whole time ..."
"That's right, blame a poor innocent child! My little
Anastasia's no age at all!"
"Your what? Are we talking about the same girl? If I'm
not mistaken, she's the biggest girl in the entire school ..." I felt my voice
tailing off. I had been searching for a glimpse of Anastasia through the crowd, and had
become aware of a disturbance over by the roadway. A circle of girls had gathered, and
faint chants of "fight, fight, fight" were swelling into a roar. Just
outside the circle of overheated womanly bodies lay an upended St Cat's wheelbarrow, its
wheel still gently rotating.
"Excuse me, we seem to have a problem ..."
Both twins had now armed themselves with watering cans, and they sprayed my shorts
liberally as I marched toward the fight. I had to elbow my way past the yelling girls to
get into the circle.
"Oi, who are you shoving? Oops, it's Miss
Gruntworthy."
"Let Miss Gruntworthy through, you lot!"
I was inside the circle, and all was revealed. On the
ground, in fact, in the remains of a flower bed, Anastasia was firmly astride another
girl, pounding away with both fists. The other girl would have been unrecognisable, except
that her gigantic breasts were both visible, even past Anastasia's bulk. It could only be
Michaela.
"Stop it!" I yelled. "Anastasia, get up at
once!"
Anastasia glanced over her shoulder and bared her teeth like
an animal. Michaela took advantage of her momentary lapse of attention and bucked her
powerful child-bearing hips. It was enough to unseat Anastasia, who toppled ponderously
into the distressed soil of the flower bed. Michaela grabbed a handful of dirt and rubbed
it into the Head Girl's face, bringing a huge roar of triumph from the Senior girls who
had been rather quiet until now. Outraged, Anastasia spat soil from her mouth and jerked
her hips furiously, but Michaela had a grip of her hair in one hand and a gigantic nipple
in the other. She clung on like a contestant in a Wild West rodeo. Her shirt was in
tatters and her shorts were halfway down her buttocks, revealing bum cleavage of which a
builder's labourer would have been proud.
Helplessly, I scanned the faces of the crowd. Opposite me,
for the first time, I saw Clark, his mouth wide open in a silent scream at the spectacle
of his girlfriend destroying his other girlfriend. Suddenly, he produced a small notebook
from his pocket, and in what appeared to be a moment of inspiration, he began moving among
the crowd, taking bets on the outcome of the struggle.
Watching him, I missed what happened next. Michaela brought
fresh howls of triumph from the Sixth Formers by stuffing a handful of leaf mould, peat
and azalea roots into Anastasia's open mouth. Suddenly, she jerked upwards in shock as she
was assailed by two simultaneous sprays of icy water. The twins had sneaked between the
legs of the crowd with their watering cans and dumped water on the pugilists.
It wasn't clear whose side the twins were on, but it worked
in Anastasia's favour. Coughing out a mouthful of flower-roots, she rolled over massively,
bearing Michaela with her. The crowd winced as Michaela had every gust of breath driven
from her body under Anastasia's mighty weight. The minimalist bra of her bikini had long
since given up the ghost, the pants were lost to view, driven yet deeper into Anastasia's
various intimate orifices. All that was visible was the Grand Scarlet Sash of Office,
stained with dirt and now, with the arrival of the twins with their water, streaked with
mud.
Anastasia raised herself several inches and slammed down on
her adversary. Clark winced more than anyone else at the sight. He knew better than most
how it felt. And then another disturbance broke the circle. The twins had gone for a
refill and now they returned. But they were not alone. As Candy and Mandy burst through
into the arena with their brimming watering cans, they were followed by fourteen other
girls of remarkably similar age, size and development. And the chilling contents of
sixteen watering cans were dumped on the sprawling, humping girls in the flower bed.
It transformed the ground into a morass within seconds. It
was like Passchendaele down there. Michaela regained the upper hand for a moment, and the
watchers sighed loudly as her pants were tugged down her generous rump, and a handful of
slimy mud was deposited accurately between her flailing, jerking thighs. It would have
stopped me. It stopped Michaela.
Suddenly, the motion changed. Michaela slid herself slowly
up and down against Anastasia's thigh, while grabbing huge handfuls of mud and massaging
them into the Head Girl's monstrous tits. Anastasia responded with a slithery lump of clay
loam which she wiped with infinite care down from Michaela's waist to her bottom. She made
sure she worked it well home.
The crowd gasped as Michaela forced her face down on to
Anastasia's and locked her sucking lips on to those of her deadly enemy. Anastasia
resisted for all of half a second, then their arms were around each other while their legs
swam in the slurry, seeking grip, stirring up the mud afresh in their growing passion.
Candy, Mandy and fourteen girls called Jane arrived with a fresh consignment of water. It
was probably unnecessary but it triggered a reaction from the audience. With a great sigh,
some seventy girls of every age from nineteen down to almost no age at all shed their
clothes in an instant and formed groups of approximately two before tumbling into the
slime.
It was time for me to make my escape. I seized Clark by the
ear and hurried him away from the scene, in the same moment that Candy, Mandy and the
Fourteen Janes abandoned their watering cans and hurled themselves in a welter of jiggling
pink bottoms and extremely fat titties right on top of the pile of squirming mud-covered
bodies.
"Come over here, you," I said to Clark as I led
him away round the corner. And there it was that we came across a forlorn figure sitting
on a grassy knoll, crying her eyes out, her clipboard by her side.
IT WAS cooler here in the woods. Only a little way round the corner, the screams and
howls of the fighting crowd had given way to sighs and moans and a great woo-woo-woo-ing
ullulation from an ever-growing number of deep, girlish throats. Mud slurped and sploshed,
you could hear it even from here. Part of me wanted to be there with the others, plastered
in filth; the rest of me was the Headmistress of St Catherine's High School for Growing
Girls.
Another bus had arrived. I could hear the excited cries of
the girls who had been on the upper deck of the bus, getting a grandstand view of the mud
orgy. Now they came tumbling down the staircase, abandoning their baggage and not even
pausing to shed their clothes before leaping into the spreading pile of muck-plastered
womanhood.
I knew all this because I had gone back to peer round the
corner of the building.
"Come on, Cee! We need you out there, taking notes.
Another bus-load just arrived. Mostly Juniors by the sound of them. Come on, get up."
Corinne sat there, weeping softly. Clark was doing his best
to comfort her, bending over her with an arm round her shoulders, gazing critically down
into her cleavage. I made a note in my notebook. Obviously, Clark had a memory of a
somewhat more substantial Corinne. Perhaps something more along the lines of Anastasia and
Michaela who were presently at the bottom of the mud-scrummage.
Wronggg!
Two filthy figures were coming around the corner, their arms
round each other. The four largest boobies in the whole of St Cat's were bobbling and
rebounding toward us: Michaela's dancing heavily around her knees, Anastasia's supported
rather higher by her more generous belly. Even so, they thumped against her thighs as she
walked. The two sworn enemies slowed, their lips met in a deep and noisy kiss, and their
hands wandered across each other's bodies, redistributing the mud into more intimate
places.
"Hi, Miss," they both said, coming up for air.
"Hello girls. All friends now?"
"Oh, yes, Miss," sighed Anastasia lasciviously.
"We got friendly as soon as we started fighting."
"Once I got that first handful of mud up my jacksie, I
never stopped coming for a second," confirmed Michaela.
"The others are still wallowing," Anastasia said.
"They could keep going for hours."
"Sorry about the flower bed, Miss," said Michaela.
"Who were all those girls with the watering cans?"
I made another note in my book. "It's okay, Miss, said
Anastasia, "I spotted that one. We've still got some work to do on anomalies, Miss
Meadowlark." She bent and picked up Corinne's discarded clipboard. It was splashed
with mud. "We'd better get down to the IT lab and log on to the Fuckh Machine. Come
on, Miss Meadowlark. Miss Meadowlark! Cee!"
Corinne looked up at her. "I can't do it," she
said, shaking her head sadly. "We have failed miserably. The whole of the world's
history has become corrupted."
"Nah, we'll soon get it sorted, Miss, don't worry. You
go on down there and log on. I'll come on down in a minute. Me and Michaela have got some
business to finish off up here."
I looked at them anxiously for a moment, but hostilities
were not in danger of breaking out again. Not between them, at any rate. They were both
looking squarely at Clark. If I had been Clark, I'd have run for it, but I wasn't Clark,
and he wasn't me. He stood like a rabbit trapped in the headlights. Michaela and Anastasia
advanced on him at their own ponderous pace, calmly took an arm each, and pulled.
If I had been Anastasia and Michaela, I might have pulled in
opposite directions and kept right on pulling until Clark had been dismembered, but I was
neither Michaela nor Anastasia. They led him away out of sight.
"Where are they taking him?" Corinne asked numbly.
"Behind the ex-Wendy House. Is it still there, or did
you demolish it? I've lost track. Whatever. It's best if we don't know what happens to
him. Come on, love. I'll walk along with you down to the lab, then Staze will come and
help you sort out all this mess."
She stood up and brushed the grass off her bum.
"Anastasia's so capable, but even she will never sort all this out."
"Don't you believe it. The girl's brilliant!"
"Oh, she is, she is! Woo-woo-woo!"
"Not out here, Cee! Come indoors!"
By the time I had seen Corinne safely installed in the IT lab, and Anastasia had joined
her — together with Michaela, who seemed to be joined to her new friend at the hip
and the mouth — it was almost three o' clock.
"What did you do with Clark?"
"You needn't worry about him any more, Miss,"
Anastasia reassured me.
"I'd better go and see how the mud-wrestling is
going," I said, edging toward the door.
"Okay, Miss, have fun!"
"I'm not going to have fun, I am the Headmistress of St
Catherine's High School for Growing Girls. I am going to stop this nonsense."
"Have fun, Miss!" said Michaela. "If you see
my twins out there, get Cee's twins to give them a tit-full each."
"Okay. See you later."
I was off like a shot, frothing at the loins.
The sunlight was blinding and the crowd round the erstwhile
flower bed had grown considerably. At the same time, other — perhaps more specialised
— orgies had broken out in other flower beds. Candy, Mandy and the fourteen Janes
moved continuously among the crowd dispensing largesse from their watering cans.
Candy saw me and came over. "Gosh, you've nearly dried
out, Auntie Shannie," she gasped, deluging my crotch with a gush of cold water.
"Thanks," I shivered. "That ought to be
enough now. It's turning chilly out here. How's it going?"
"All under control," Candy said, looking round at
the scene. "Is it all right if Mums and Dads join in? Some of them were asking, and
there weren't any teachers to tell us, so I started a special orgy for parents over there.
Jane and Jane are keeping them serviced with water. And Jane, as well." She put her
can down and hefted one absurdly heavy-looking breast through her muddy T-shirt.
"Wow, I'm so full. Can Mandy and me find some babies to feed?"
"Mikki wants you to feed her twins if you can find
them. Only a tit-full each, she said."
"Oh, great! That leaves a whole tit-full spare. Can we
sell it if any of the Dads are interested?"
I was too aghast even to correct her grammar.
"Certainly not!"
"Oh, poo! You're an old spoilsport. I wish I'd never
asked you."
"Have any of them asked if they can pay for a
drink?"
"One of them offered Mandy five pounds."
"I wouldn't settle for a penny less than ten," I
advised her.
"As much as that? Would they pay that much for just one
tit-full?"
"I think you'll find the amount is immaterial,
Candy."
"Gosh, Auntie Shannie! Is that right? I'd better tell
Mandy before she does something silly. See you later." She picked up her watering can
and set off, then stopped. "I won't need this," she said, and handed me the can.
She wobbled away, tossing her ponytail over one muddy shoulder.
It didn't take long to find the parents' orgy. A long line of fathers stretched around
the side of the main building. It seemed to be moving quite briskly as Candy and Mandy
gave suck to the Dads at something like fifteen seconds a time. Dazed-looking fathers
wandered round, ten pounds worse off. Some rejoined the mud-wallowing orgy with their
wives and other mothers, but others decided the risk of ending up with one's own spouse
— unrecognisable under the mud — was too great. They went straight to the end of
the milk queue for second helpings.
All good things come to an end. Candy and Mandy appeared,
counting a thick wad of notes. They quickly tucked the money out of sight in their
cleavages. Despite having been throughly drained, they still looked disturbing
full-breasted.
"They're still lining up," I said, pointing to the
queue of men who were contriving to look eager to get to the front without actually
talking to one another.
"There are four girls seeing to them. Plenty of milk,
but a couple of them are a bit flat compared to us. Not so firm, either. Still, the Dads
are all paying up, okay."
"I suppose they would, yes. Did you feed Mikki's
babies?"
The twins looked ashamed. "We forgot, Auntie Shannie.
Never mind, when the milk comes in again, they can be first next time. They can last out
until five o' clock."
"Who's collecting the money round there?" I asked.
"A little black girl with the most enormous round boobs
came along and took over. She let us keep our money. I think she's scared of our
Mum."
"Toots, scared? No, I don't think so. How much did you
collect anyway?"
"Candy got two hundred and twenty quid. I leaked in the
orgy and ran dry at a hundred and ninety-five."
"Five?"
"My last ten Dads all paid extra. Fifteen each. I let
them touch my bottoms."
"You did what? Get indoors at once, go to your
room and stay there. One of the Janes will bring the babies in to you. Do not, repeat not,
leave the room again today!"
That was telling them. Running St Cat's was going to need a
firm hand. Start the way you mean to carry on, Chauntaille! Touch my bottoms, indeed. I
realised then that Mandy had referred to her bottoms in the plural.
Disgraceful!
All that for only fifteen pounds!
The parents thanked me politely before they left.
"Always a pleasure to come to St Cat's."
"Excellent entertainment, m'dear. Lovely day!"
"What fertiliser does your gardener use?"
I shook hand after mud-streaked hand and waved as they drove
off with each other's wives and husbands.
"I really have only one complaint, Miss
Gruntworthy," one father whispered to me confidentially. "It was disappointing
that the price of a suck went up so dramatically. I paid a tenner for a virgin earlier on.
By the time I got to the front of the queue again, it had gone up to fifteen pounds."
"Yes, but you got to feel her bottoms for that," I
pointed out reasonably.
"Yes, I'm not compaining about that. Those little twins
were delicious. But next time round, it had gone up to twenty-five, and it was some
raddled old hag who must have been fifteen if she was a day. She had tits round her
waist."
"I'm sorry, Mr ..."
"Er ... Smith ... er, Jones. I'm chairman of the School
Governors Standing Financial Committee."
"I'm sorry, Mr Brown," I gushed. "I'm sure a
refund could be arranged. Why not ...?" I sensed I no longer had Mr White's closest
attention. He was staring over my shoulder.
"Who's that girl!" he breathed. "She's
incredible."
I turned to see the object of Mr Green's desire.
"Smegs! Where have you been all day?"
"You know what these stuffy occasions do to me,"
she growled. "Shaking hands with a bunch of horny old duffers who are only here to
check out the girls' tits."
"This is Mr Jenkins," I said. "He was saying
he'd been overcharged for drinks."
"Drinks?" Smegs wrinkled her nose. "We don't
sell drinks."
"Milk!" Mr Black sighed in a faraway voice, gazing
up in awe at Smegs's bosom. "It was milk. Do you lactate, Miss .... Miss ...?"
"Mountains," I said hurriedly. "My Deputy
Headmistress. And St Cat's Commercial Manager. Toots is charging twenty-five pounds for a
suck of a Fifth Former with tits down to her waist."
"And no touching," Mr Whatever said unhappily.
"Corinne's twins were charging ten pounds, or fifteen
with bottoms. He wants a refund."
Smegs was beginning to look wild-eyed. She took a huge
breath, expanding her chest. I edged behind Mr Thing in case she exploded. I was alert,
all my senses tuned. I could hear the rhythmic slurp of mud as a couple of assorted
parents copulated slowly several yards away, could feel Mr Whatsit's bum quivering against
my nipples, could smell Smegs's sex odour mingling with last night's perfume ...
"Piss off," she said suddenly. "Piss off, you
randy, degenerate old sod."
Smegs always knows what to do.
"We still have some anomalies, Corinne. History is still screwed up. There seem to
be two almost parallel universes involved. Look at your bust, for instance."
Corinne looked at it. "What about my bust?"
I produced my notebook and flicked through the warm pages.
"Half the girls are under the impression it has always been this size. The other half
remember it when you couldn't even get through the double doors."
"What are you talking about, Shan? It's always been
this size. Or slightly smaller." I looked at Anastasia, who rolled her eyes to the
ceiling.
"You as well? You told me yourself you'd made yourself
smaller because it was more convenient, but you would make yourself your proper size again
for the end of the holidays. Half the girls have seen you with those piddly little things
on your chest."
"Piddly? These are an F cup. I know they're not like
your beanbags, or Anastasia's pontoons ..."
"Anastasia's what ...?"
"Pontoons. Look it up."
"They're piddly, Mummy," said Candy, swapping
babies and breasts with her twin sister in a single practised motion. "They're not
even as big as ours, even when we're empty, and we're no age at all!"
"There," I said. "Even your daughters tell
you. It must be true."
"My what? I haven't got any daughters! These two
are nothing to do with me. Look at the size of them. If they were my kids I'd have to have
had them when I was about seven or eight!"
"Twelve, actually."
"What kind of a slut do you think I was? Twelve!"
"You were a filthy slut," said Michaela helpfully.
"That's what kind of a slut you were."
"Who are you?"
"Oh, God!" Anastasia gasped. "She's getting
worse!" She tapped at the keyboard and nodded. "Yes. Half her pattern has
blanked itself out. I'm going to have to type it all in again by hand." She thought
for a moment, then her face lit up. "No I'm not. It's saved on this other machine.
Hang on." She typed a few commands and read from the screen. "Look at this,
Miss."
I went over to her side and felt her arm go round my bum and
pull me closer to the monitor.
"Golly, your bum is getting beautifully fat,
Miss!"
I blushed prettily. "What did you want to show
me?"
Anastasia dropped her voice to a whisper. "All Miss
Meadowlark's parameters, look. I saved them yesterday. I save everything every night on a
separate machine. It's all here, the twins and all of it."
"Can you put it back into her pattern now?"
"Easy peasy. There it goes now. Ready? There!"
The lights flickered. When we looked round, Candy was
sitting on Corinne's lap, Mandy was brushing her mother's hair. It was an idyllic family
scene. I hugged Anastasia's soft shoulders and she stroked my bottom again. "It's
getting huge, Miss," she whispered happily.
"Aren't you feeling the cold, Staze?" I whispered
back.
"Not really. It's quite cosy in here, and the Grand
Scarlet Sash of Office keeps my tummy nice and warm." She gazed up at me, her lips
moist and bee-stung. "Miss?"
"Yes, darling?"
"You know I just restored Miss Meadowlark's
parameters?"
"Yes, darling."
"And you know her twins?"
"I have met them, yes."
"Well, you know Miss Meadowlark wasn't very pleased at
having suddenly got twin daughters?"
"Yes, darling. Nor would I be, sweet and charming as
the girls are."
"She doesn't have to have them, you know, Miss!"
"You mean — zap them?"
"I can't do that, Miss. Not to Candy and Mandy!"
Anastasia sounded outraged. "But I'll tell you what I can do. You know Miss
Meadowlark had them when she was twelve?"
"The horny, disgusting little slut!"
"Yes, Miss. All I have to do is make the twins older.
At the moment, they're almost no age at all. About ten. If I just tell the system to make
them five years older, Miss Meadowlark couldn't be their mother any more. She have had to
have them when she was seven."
"Is that all you'd have to do?"
"I think so. And the twins would be instantly fifteen
and that would mean they'd have a different mum. We'd leave it to the system to decide who
their mum would be. Now I am getting to know how the system goes about things, it would
probably find a big-breasted blonde bimbo with a family history of twins, who was
available and fertile sixteen years ago. That shouldn't be much of a problem for it, after
all."
Jeremy came in, looking exhausted. He glanced nervously at
Corinne and the twins, who were still sitting in a tableau vivant near the door of the IT
lab. Then he came over to Anastasia and me.
"Hi, darling!" I smooched his cheek gently, and
lowered my voice. "Anastasia's thinking of making Corinne's twins older."
"How old?" he asked wearily.
"About fifteen," said Anastasia.
Jeremy suddenly looked interested and glanced again at the
cosy family scene. "Fifteen?"
"Yeah."
"How big would their tits be?"
"Oh, pretty big. About five years bigger than they are
now."
"Bloody hell!" Jeremy stared at the twins for a
moment. "Staze. You couldn't make them a bit ... well, I mean ... older?"
"Sixteen, if you like," said Anastasia.
"You could really make them sixteen?"
Jeremy's ears had pricked up like an alsatian's. They looked ridiculous.
"Easy!" Anastasia was already typing.
"Staze, hang on ...!"
"It's okay, Miss, it won't take a minute to do this.
I'll just protect us. We'll leave Miss Meadowlark unprotected, since they're her
daughters."
"No, you can't, you have to think it through ..."
"There, that's the protection done. Now for the big
one. The system command." Her tongue came out and she typed slowly and carefully,
pausing a long time before she finally typed the twins' required age. Then with appalling
finality, she hit the 'enter' key.
Nothing happened.
"What happened?" I asked her.
"Nothing," she said, and hit 'enter' again. She
hit a few more keys at random, harder and harder. She called up Corinne's parameters file
again and checked it, then scratched her head. Finally, she slowly rotated in her chair.
"You know what this means, Miss, of course?"
I always feel horribly inadequate when anyone says that to
me. "Of course," I said.
"What?"
"What?"
"What does it mean?"
"How would I know?"
"I bet Mr Jeremy knows!" Anastasia gently cupped
Jeremy's scrotum. I had to look away.
He had gone slightly cross-eyed. "Me?" His voice
was faint.
"Yeah. I told the machine to make them sixteen, but
nothing happened. What's that mean, Jeremy?"
"It probably means they're sixteen already!"
Jeremy laughed at his own wit.
"Exactly!"
"What?"
"What?"
"They're sixteen already. Miss Meadowlark isn't their
mother after all. She'd've had to have been six when she had them. Not even Miss
Meadowlark was that much of a horny, disgusting little slut."
I stole a glance at Corinne and her ex-daughters and asked
the six million dollar, sixteen-year-old question.
"But if they're not Corinne's, whose are they? And how
are we going to break the news to them?"
"It doesn't matter," said Jeremy. "You
realise what this means, of course?"
"Of course! What?"
"All this time they've been rubbing themselves against
me, trying to get into my pants, I could have been giving them both a good seeing-to.
Legally."
"No, you couldn't." Anastasia was peering
short-sightedly at two parameters lists which ran in parallel down the screen. "I
mean, you can now, but you couldn't. Today's their sixteenth birthday."
"I'd better go and wish them many happy returns."
Jeremy started edging away.
"You've got their date of birth there?" I craned
to look at the screen. It was all in gibberish as usual.
"Yes. And everything else as well."
"So, come on. Don't hog it all to yourself, Staze. Who is
their mother?"
I DIDN'T recall seeing the house beside the sick quarters before, but it looked quite
weathered, and there was ivy rambling up one wall. A grapevine had occupied the other and
wasn't about to let go. The place had obviously been there a number of years.
A heap of kids seethed on the steps.
"Where's your mother?" I asked the biggest girl.
She cocked a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the
house, before returning to playing a private game with her dolls. She had about forty of
them scattered about. I tried not to watch as she pulled her shirt open and raised one
realistically heavy-looking baby doll to her decidedly plump breast, closing her eyes in
ecstasy as the doll's mouth clamped on to her fat dark brown nipple. I found my eyes drawn
to the nipple, as it was surrounded by a moon so immensely puffy and swollen, it was like
a halved canteloupe.
I tore my attention away from this awful sight. "May I
go in?"
Testily, she unhooked the doll from her teat. A spray of
milk sparkled in the sunshine and the doll gave a yell of indignation. Marvellously
realistic, these children's toys these days. I stepped over two naked children playing
doctors and nurses and went in. The house smelled of babies.
"What do you want?" Nurse was obviously
having one of her bad days.
"I was just passing and I thought I'd see if the twins
were feeling well enough to come to classes today. We're revising for the mock A Levels,
and they're well behind with their Sexual Biology Theory."
"Take them, you're welcome! The buggers haven't stopped
arguing all morning. My poor Jenufa — you should just see the tits on that
girl, by the way — my poor Jenufa's been trying to have a baby since seven o' clock:
those twins have absolutely no consideration for their sisters or anyone else. Get them
out of here. They've finished feeding Sally and Debbie and Martin and Paul and Sheryl and
Graeme and Delrina and Eudora."
"Good! I wouldn't want them to have to come to class
leaking all over the place. You know how it sets the other girls off. And once the Lower
Sixth all start coming, you can't hear yourself think. Where are they?"
"Out the back. Twins! School!"
The girls appeared, buttoning each other's blouses. It was
easier than trying to reach their own. They dropped their ties over their heads and tugged
the tiny knots tight.
"We're ready, Miss."
"You'd better wear your skirts, girls."
"Oh, shit, aren't we?" They stepped far enough
away from each other so that they could see what was going on beneath their breasts. Candy
turned round.
"Oooh, you're not wearing yours, Can!" Mandy
cried, catching a glimpse of her sister's pert buttocks. Both girls were wearing those
briefs that disappear between the cheeks of the bottom. Disgraceful. I suppressed a
shudder.
"Oh, Miss!" Candy sounded genuinely disappointed.
"You came. We'd have helped you if you'd asked."
"No, it's all right," I quavered. "It was
only a little one. En passant, as it were." True, I hadn't even found it
necessary to say woo-woo-woo. "Come on, then. Put your skirts on. It's your education
that's at stake."
"They're not wearing skirts for Biology," snapped
Nurse. "You should have seen the state of them last time. They stank the whole house
out."
"It's only Theory, Nurse."
"It's still Biology. No skirts. Their blouses come down
nearly to their bottoms anyway. And they've got their briefs on, they're perfectly
decent."
That was very much a matter of opinion, but there is no
arguing with Nurse in this mood. I shrugged and gestured for the twins to come as they
were. They took one of my hands each. It was just the same as yesterday, when they had
been five years younger.
We clambered over the pile of Nurse's children on the step.
As ever, I felt uncomfortable, knowing the little brats were peering up my skirt as we
passed. Even the puffy-mooned girl feeding her baby doll had a good look. She snickered
rudely and made some foul and lascivious comment. If she'd been old enough to go to St
Cat's, I'd have disciplined her soundly. A thousand lines ought to do it. I Must Not Look
Up My Headmistress's Skirt At Her Pantie-less, Cavernous And Drooling Love-Tunnel.
"It's running down your legs," the girl informed
me helpfully. Perhaps she wasn't so bad after all. "Shall I wipe it off?"
"Please, but be quick." I placed one foot on some
of the Nurse's children and felt the girl wiping my inner thighs with something soft.
"Thanks."
"I used Arthur," she said, holding the baby doll
for me to see. Its little jacket was slick with my juices.
"It's drenched. You'd better put it in the washing
machine, dear."
"Nah, it makes him smell sexy. I always come when I'm
feeding him, anyway. Maybe now, I'll be able to do it twice."
With a final fleeting glance at her unlikely areolae, I
shuddered and turned away. We made our way across the drive to the main entrance.
"Isn't that girl a little big to be playing with dolls?"
"Dolls? Oh, Miss, you do always love your little
joke!"
"Joke? Me?" A thought suddenly came to me.
"Have you got a sister Jenufa?"
The twins stared at me as if I had suddenly flipped.
"Our kid sister Jenufa? You should see her,
Miss! You think our tits are big."
"Go on into your class. I'll be with you shortly."
Corinne was hammering away at the keys of one of the terminals.
"Anastasia was responsible for that, Shannie."
"I've only just come through the door. I didn't even
ask you anything yet."
"Anastasia's still responsible. You were going to ask
about my twins, weren't you?"
"Well, yes. And about Jenufa."
"Jenufa? You should see the tits on that
girl!"
"So everyone says. I still haven't seen her yet."
"Oh, you should!"
"I gather she's not my sister any more. She's another
one of Nurse's kids."
"Yeah! Neat, huh?"
"We've got to talk about this, Cee!"
"You'll have to see Anastasia. I'm very busy. If I stop
now, it could all go down the tubes. You wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Would I, Headmistress."
"What?"
"You call me Headmistress. It's a sign of the respect
and esteem in which you hold me."
Corinne looked at me strangely, then squinted at her
monitor. She tapped a few keys and looked at me closely. The lights flickered for a
moment. I got up from my knees and she pulled her skirt down.
"That was amazing, Shannie! Thanks. Nobody does that
quite like you," she went on shakily. "I think I overdid it, though. You're
certainly hypersensitive to parameter alignment modifications, aren't you. I'll have a
word with Anastasia about your buffering."
"What are you on about, darling?" I whimpered,
allowing her nipples to compress themselves gently against my palms. "Nibble my
labia, Cee, please!"
She did some more typing.
"Well, I can't stay here all morning, much as I'd like
to." I strode briskly to the door. Corinne sighed with relief. "Carry on with
whatever you're doing. We can talk about progress later, can we? I have to take the Lower
Sixth for their Sex-Bio Theory. They've got their last dry run this week. Huh! Dry?
What am I saying? Later, okay?"
"Later, Headmistress!"
What was the stupid bitch suddenly calling me that
for?
"I thought you were empty," I shouted at Nurse's twins. They sat down
sheepishly and the rest of the class returned to their seats, wiping milk from their
chins.
"We had some left over," said Candy.
" Sally and Debbie and Martin and Paul and Sheryl and
Graeme all had a drink, Miss." That was Mandy, I thought.
"But Delrina and Eudora weren't thirsty at all. I think
they'd had already a drink from Valentina."
"Who's Valentina?"
"Our little sister, of course. She's no age at all. The
girl on the steps. You know Valentina, Miss. You let her wipe your juices off your thighs
with her Arthur. You couldn't keep your eyes off her moons."
"Of course I know Valentina," I fumed grimly,
slamming a hand down on the desktop. "Ouch!"
"Sorry, Miss," said Candy as paper clips and
pencils rained down from above. She extracted a number of drawing pins from my palm and
put them back in the box.
"You ought to see Mum about that, Miss. You don't want
to get tetanus in it."
"While you're over there, see if Jenufa's had her
babies yet."
"Babies? More than one?"
"Triplets, Miss." The other girls all went
'Aaaaaaah'.
"You should see the tits on her, Miss,"
said Mandy.
"And if you thought Valentina's moons were huge and
puffy, you should see Jen..."
"Shut up, Candy! Sit down, all of you. Open your
textbooks. You are supposed to be young adults, yet you demand to be treated like
children..."
"Please, Miss?"
"What is it, Caroline?"
"I think I've started, Miss."
"You've what?"
"I've come on. I'm on blob. I need to go to the loo and
put my tammy in. It's that time."
I sighed heavily. "Go on, then!"
"Can I go, too, Miss?" Three other girls had their
hands up.
"Have you all come on as well?"
"No, Miss. We only want to watch."
"Sit down!" They all sat down. "That's
better. Where was I?"
"We were being young adults, Miss. Miss?"
"Yes, Carinthia?"
"I want to be sick, Miss."
"Go on, quickly."
She almost made it. The other girls crowded away from the
unfortunate mess in the doorway, retching exaggeratedly.
"She's preggers, Miss," one of them enlightened
me.
"So am I, Miss! Four months."
"Me, too! Last night."
"Congratulations, all of you. Now ..." I turned to
the blackboard and wrote the word 'SPERM' in big bold letters.
"Oh, Miss! That's filthy!"
"You're so rude, Miss!"
"Oh, Miss. I'm telling my mum."
The pregnant girl came clattering in with a mop and bucket
and started slopping around by the door.
"Who fancies a drink?" Candy shouted.
"Quick, we're bloody bursting!" Mandy said, her
fingers groping at her grossly overloaded blouse.
"Look out," yelled three girls. "She's going
to explode! ©"
"She's not! Neither of the twins is going to
explode." I backed away behind the desk and crouched down. I was joined by at least
four other girls. Our breasts squashed fluidly together as we squatted warmly side by
side. The musk of massed pussies hung heavily in the air.
"Are Candy and Mandy really going to explode,
Miss?"
"Will it be painful, Miss?"
"Will it make a mess, Miss?"
"Have you farted, Miss?"
"No I have not! It's you. Or Caroline."
"Caroline's still in the bogs."
"It's you, then!"
"It's not me. You're rotten, Miss. You always pick on
me when anyone farts."
"Who wants a drink?"
"Me, please," I heard my own voice saying.
"You can't hide behind here, Can, we're all down here
in case you explode."
"It's okay, Miss Gruntworthy is relieving the
pressure."
"You're a hero, Miss!"
"Oh, it was nothing!" I detached myself briefly
from Candy's two-inch long spigot and bowed my head in humble thanks. Then I dived in
again. There's nothing quite like girl-milk, I always say.
"I've decided, Shannie." Corinne cupped her breasts and held them up in front
of the dressing table mirror, turning from side to side. "We are about ready to start
making the final arrangements to get rid of the system. Are these big enough, do you
think?"
"Getting rid of it? What will happen if you do that?
Will everything go back to where we were before the computer started flashing all the
lights and screwing up our lives? What are they? F-cup? They could stand being a bit
bigger, love."
"Hmph! All very well for you. You don't have to carry
them around all day."
"I can't believe what I'm hearing! Mine are twenty
times as big as yours!"
"That's your fault. I could have given you a lovely
pair of E's with puffy areolae and little pink nipples sticking out of your shirt. You
wanted those things dangling round your thighs."
"They're mine, Cee! I am all woman."
Corinne rolled her eyes. She let go of her breasts, which
bounced slightly before settling on her rib cage. "I'll make them an H-cup. No more.
Maybe a K. An N at the very most. No, it won't. All the changes that have been made will
remain the same. I am on the verge of a breakthrough which will get rid of the computer.
It won't actually get rid of it, but none of the computers will be able to access the
Fuckh Machine. Only I will be able to do that, with my vast brain power."
"Oooh, Cee!"
"Come in, Amy!" Corinne shouted. A second or so
later, there was a knock on the door, and Sexy Amy came in with a mop and a large roll of
industrial paper towel.
"I'm on punishment duty, Miss." She plucked at the
sleeve of her voluminous blue-grey jacket, which was almost creaking under the pressure of
her breasts. "I've been a naughty girl!" She started mopping up around my feet,
looking up at me and winking. I felt a handful of coarse paper towel rubbing between my
thighs.
"Thanks, Amy."
"Got to get you nice and dry, Miss." Standing up,
she hoisted my skirt, produced a can of talcum powder from her cleavage and scattered it
generously around my loins. "That ought to do it," she said with a critical look
at the scene. "I'll be leaving you now, then." She seemed to be waiting for
something. I gave her a kiss.
"She wants a tip, Shannie."
"She wants what?"
"Punishment girls don't get paid. They depend on
goodwill."
I grumbled, but paid up. A pound coin disappeared with a
clink into Amy's cleavage. I waited for it to drop out the bottom, but it stayed where it
was. The girl gathered up her materials and backed out of the room, leaving a soft aroma
not entirely of talcum powder behind her.
"Where were we? I was telling you about my vast brain
power, wasn't I?"
I controlled my urges.
"I have made a discovery. What seems to have happened
is that Michael's huge intellect — you remember Michael, of course?"
"Of course."
"When he turned into Michaela, his intellectual powers
clearly didn't accompany him. Michaela hasn't got two brain cells to rub together.
Anastasia got some of it for a while." I noticed Corinne clamping her thighs together
and a light haze of sweat appeared on her forehead. "But not all. I discovered last
week that Michael's brain power is still in existence."
"Where is it? Certainly not in the Lower Sixth."
"I've got it!"
"You? But you were a genius already." Why couldn't
she let me have some of it, the cow?
"I know. I am now rather more than that. Set me a
problem. Ask me a question. Any question."
"Who won the FA Cup Final in 1923?"
Corinne looked totally blank. "What sort of question is
that, for Chrissakes?"
"You said to ask you anything ..."
"I meant something important. Something
earth-shattering."
"I can't. Think of something yourself."
"I can't think of anything important enough. That's the
trouble. I am so intelligent, so brainy, I can only solve problems of such horrendous
complexity that nobody would dare ask them."
"Hey, that's a problem, Cee!"
"Tell me about it. But that's what decided me to get
rid of the computer interface with Fuckh. I am going to do the whole thing mentally. In my
head."
"Fuck me," I exclaimed.
"Sorry, no time right now. I've got lots to do. This
computer system has got to be sorted. Go and have a word with Jeremy."
"We can, Jeremy! We're sixteen today. Both of us."
"Of course it's both of you. You're twins."
"Well let us in, then. We want to fuck you 'til your
balls drop off." Candy hammered on the door with a small fist, her breasts bouncing
milkily.
"Let me have a go at him." Mandy thrust her sister
aside and applied her soft lips to the keyhole. "Jeremy, darling. Please let us in.
We're dripping wet for you."
"No. It wouldn't be right."
"'Course it's right. It's what we're for!"
Candy stopped humping herself against her twin's bottom and
went to the window of the shed. The blinds were drawn. She rapped on the glass. "Let
us in, Jez! We're gagging for it."
"Go away. I need to think."
"You can think and fuck at the same time."
"I can't! Ask Miss Gruntworthy."
Candy looked at her sister. "I can't either."
"Nor can I."
"Let us in, please!"
"The milk's coming in, Jez!"
"Woo-woo-woo-WOW!"
Splosh! The girls clung together, their mammoth breasts
compressed and gushing. A puddle of bodily fluids formed around their feet.
What were those two doing there. Having a cuddle, by the look of it.
I walked past the twins, opened the door of Jeremy's shed,
and went in.
"How did you do that?" He was cowering behind the
workbench.
"It wasn't locked. What did the twins want?"
"A fuck. Two fucks, actually. They said they're sixteen
today. A likely story!"
D'uh. Wait a minute, Chauntaille. Replay that last bit
again. "They are sixteen, today's their birthday."
His eyes opened wide. "They're eleven! And miles too
big for their age. You're their godmother. It's down to you that they are such a pair of
sluts.
"Godmother? Why would Nurse make me their godmother?
Nurse thinks I'm a scatterbrain and a nincompoop."
"You are, Shan. That's why I love you."
Jeremy says the nicest things sometimes.
"What's Nurse got to do with it?" he said.
It all came clear to me now. This was a matter of protection
of patterns. It was all too complicated for me, but it was obvious that one of us, either
Jeremy or me, had been protected, and the other one hadn't. "I'll kill that
Anastasia," I said.
Jeremy had been on the point of coming out from behind the
bench. He cowered down again, but not before I noticed something about him.
"Where are your jeans?"
"I ... I took them off. They were too hot. Too
tight."
"You were too hot. You were going to fuck the
twins, weren't you?"
"No, I told them to go away."
"But you took your jeans off?"
"In case they got in. You know what they're like.
They're little demons when they're aroused. They'd have torn my jeans to shreds."
"They're permanently aroused, Jeremy. And they're not
little any more. Something's got mixed up with our patterns and parameters again. The
twins are Nurse's kids. She seems to have about twenty of them. Those that aren't pregnant
are feeding, and that includes the ones who are no age at all. Even Jenufa seems to belong
to Nurse now."
"Jenufa? Who's he?"
"Aaaargh!"
I ran for the door and flung it open. The twins were still
outside, snogging wetly.
"He's ready for you now," I told them as I headed
for the IT lab with unseemly haste. Don't scrap the computer system yet, Corinne,
things still aren't quite right.
She wasn't in her bedroom, and she wasn't in the IT lab. A number of Third Form girls
were tapping away in a jaded manner at various terminals. They sat up and looked
respectful when I rushed in.
"Please, Miss. She left you a message."
"Who did?"
"Miss Meadowlark, of course. You're looking for her,
aren't you?"
"Of course I am, but I didn't say. How did you
know?"
The girl looked at me strangely, and pointed to the monitor
next to her.
SHANNIE:
It is time to isolate the Fuckh Machine from the outside world. I have severed all links with terminals at St Cat's, erased all passwords and reformatted the hard drives of Miss Clitress's and Michaela's laptops.
Access to Fuckh will from now on be through myself only, using neural access.Luv ya
Cee
xxxxx
How sweet. Five kisses on the bottom. The front bottom, of course.
"Where did she go, Claudia?"
"To meditate, Miss. She said you're not to look for
her. She'll be back as soon as she's done what she has to do."
"Why didn't she say that in her message on the
screen?"
"Fuck knows, Miss! Sorry, Miss. Too much television
over the holidays. I mean, she didn't say. She's a teacher: I'm only a little girl."
"Not as little as all that, Claudia."
Claudia blushed prettily. "Do you like them, Miss?
Dugald — he's my boyfriend — he says they're too big, they get in the way when
we do it."
"When you what, Claudia?"
"Do it, Miss. Sorry. When we have sex."
"Claudia!"
"Sorry, Miss. When we fuck."
"That's better. How old are you, dear?"
"Thirteen, Miss, unfortunately."
"It's not necessarily unlucky, although it might be for
Dugald. His best defence in law might be to insist that he believed you to be over
sixteen: he himself being of or below the age of twenty-four, and never having been
convicted of a similar offence. And might I tentatively suggest doggie style for a girl of
your construction?"
"Is that where I kneel down and ...?"
"That's right," I said hurriedly. The rest of the
class was starting to pay attention. Giggles and low, husky moans could be heard.
"I did it that way with his dad. It was great. Will
that work with Dugald as well, Miss?"
It seemed like a good time for a sigh of resignation.
"I can't see why not."
"Oooh, thanks, Miss. We love you, Miss
Gruntworthy!"
I blushed prettily and made my escape, to a chorus of cheers
and a decidedly musky aroma of warm girl.
AFTER THAT there was only one thing for it. Cee had to be found, but first, if I didn't
get Jeremy's pile-driver inside me, I was going to explode. Literally. I pounded on the
door of his shed.
"Let me in!"
"It's open."
The twins looked even bigger naked. They weren't truly
identical, I noticed for the first time. Candy's moons were probably two or three inches
bigger in diameter than Mandy's. Or possibly it was the other way round. Mind you, the
difference between seven inches and ten isn't of much importance when it comes to a pair
of moons. Both pairs were the rich brown colour of double chocolate chip cookies, and the
nipples like — no, this is irrelevant and gratuitous.
"It's all right," I said politely, "I'll wait
till you're finished. Coffee, anyone?"
Jeremy nodded, Candy muttered something. Mandy had her mouth
full.
I returned with four mugs. "Black for you, Jeremy.
Cream, Mandy?"
Jeremy gave her cream. She swallowed gamely. Candy gave a
generous squirt of milk into her own mug and looked at me enquiringly. "Yes,
please," I said, "just a drop."
"It's very rich, Miss. There. Oops, sorry!"
I mopped up most of it from the table and the floor. Candy
found a bucket and expressed a further couple of pints into it. The noise made me want to
go to the loo, but if I disappeared, Candy would impale herself on Jeremy and it would be
another twenty minutes before I could get served.
"How was it for you, Candy?"
"Great, Miss. He's so thick, isn't he! Mandy's too
tight, that's why she's giving him head."
Mandy disengaged, bringing a panic-stricken squeak from
Jeremy. "I'm not too tight. I'm just perfect. Just because you're all loose and
cavernous...!" She stopped. Candy was waving her hands in the air. "Sorry, Miss.
I didn't mean anything personal."
"That's all right, dear. If you've finished, though, it
is rather urgent...?"
"Yeah, get off him, Mand, you've been nearly ten
minutes."
"You took a quarter of an hour last time."
"There's no time limit, you know. Grown-ups take ages
doing it."
"Grown-ups? Do they, Miss?" Mandy peered at me
earnestly. "Grown-ups don't fuck, do they?"
"We have been known to, yes."
"Aaaah! That's sweet."
"Can we watch, Miss?"
"No, drink your coffee then leave quietly. Get on with
your Theory paper and tell the other girls I will be asking ... Ooooh, yes, love ...
questions later. Oooof, yes! Woo-woo-woo-woo-WOW!"
"See," said Candy. "Miss Gruntworthy only
took five seconds."
"She's an expert, though. She does nothing else."
"Woo-woo-woo..."
"Isn't she noisy. You can't hear yourself think in
here."
"See ya later, Miss."
"Thanks, Jez!"
"It was to stop me overheating, Shannie. You should have thought to look in the
fountain."
"I was overheating myself. I would have found you
eventually." We climbed out over the parapet and set off across the quadrangle,
leaving a dripping trail behind us. "Your breasts look bigger, Cee," I said by
way of polite small-talk.
Corinne blushed prettily. "Do you think so?" We
moved indoors and into her bedroom. The big brass plate beside the door had gone.
"Anastasia's moved out. It was for the best."
My heart leapt, followed by my spleen. "Come
here," I said.
"Shannie!" Corinne giggled. "Not now. The
girls might come in and find us snogging."
"We're not snogging yet. Golly, we are now!" We
certainly were. She was stark naked, cold and wet from the fountain, and if her nipples
got any longer, they would need hazard warning signs attached to them. Steam had begun to
rise from her breasts and loins. I breathed it in. It smelled of Corinne. It was
Cee-steam.
"Leave it to the Cee-steam," I muttered.
"Shut up and cuddle. It's been ages, Shannie!"
Somehow, we got my drenched clothes off. I was wetter inside
than out.
"Woo-woo-woo," I said.
In fact, neither of us said anything more coherent than that
for the next hour or so.
"But why in the fountain? You could catch your death of cold in there."
"For inspiration. An ancient Scottish tradition, taghairm,
where you achieve inspiration by meditating while sitting behind a waterfall. The fountain
was the next best thing."
"And what inspiration did this meditation bring
you?"
"It was for the big step we have to take, a giant
stride, a leap into the unknown. When I get rid of the computer interface..."
"You haven't got rid of it yet?" I had remembered
Jeremy's little problem with Jenufa.
"Near enough. The only interface now existing with the
Fuckh Machine is on one dedicated machine, heavily protected with seven new passwords
known only to myself. I will make the final alterations this afternoon, then I go live and
neural."
I went damp. God, she is so brilliant. All I am any good at
is sex. Corinne is brilliant at that, but she can think as well. And even both at the same
time.
"Neural?"
"My session in the fountain was to test it out. A dry
run, as it were. I have to concentrate extremely hard to access Fuckh, but it works. From
this afternoon onwards, whenever I think of something, it becomes fact."
"Gosh, Cee!"
"Only the two of us know this, Shannie. We both know
about Michael and Michaela. By getting rid of Michael, I lost a brother, but I gained
brainpower beyond anyone's comprehension. But with this immense intelligence came a deep
insight."
She stood up and paced across the room, her eyes blazing and
her breasts rebounding heavily. They looked bigger than they had a short while ago, the
nipples ragingly erect and the moons like half-inflated party balloons.
"All power corrupts, Shan, and absolute power corrupts
absolutely."
"Oh, absolutely!"
"I was quoting, Shannie," she said, a
little irritably. "Too much power, in the hands of anyone able to access the huge
computer on Fuckh, was terribly dangerous. We've seen what it could do. Clit had to be
stopped from accessing the machine: she is a loose cannon. Anastasia, for all her genius
and enormous tits, is just an impetuous sub-teen, liable to act first and think later, if
at all."
"You should have got rid of the Fuckh Machine
altogether, the whole system."
She nodded. "I considered that. It would prevent anyone
ever misusing the system again, but if I did get rid of it, I might get rid of reality as
well. The Universe as we know it might cease to exist."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we, Cee?"
"So I decided," she ignored me rudely, "to
become, in effect, a living laptop. Clit will return to what she does best, making
gigantic brassières."
"I love that word. So much more arousing than
bras."
"Anastasia will be allowed to return to her studies.
She has the potential to become the most brilliant student St Cat's has ever
known..."
"And the best fuck!"
"She will pass all her exams with A++ all round, two
years before she is old enough to go to University."
"A worthy Head Girl!"
"Ah. I meant to mention that to you. You seem to be a
little confused about the school rules regarding the position of Head Girl. Despite the
colossal size of Anastasia's breasts, Michaela's are still bigger, by as much as almost a
whole inch. Michaela is Head Girl. I already looked after it. Anastasia is happy with the
situation. In fact, she now always has been."
"But I changed the rule to let Anastasia be Head Girl.
Michaela is nothing but a huge-titted bimbo."
"Exactly. An ideal Head Girl. Anastasia is far too
bright. Head Girls do not need to be able to think. Dangerous. They're the same as
Headmistresses."
I supposed that made sense. "One thing, Cee. Why did
you choose to tell me about this secret. You could have kept it all to yourself. Or told
Anastasia."
"Anastasia's far too intelligent to be trusted with a
secret like this. She thinks too much. It needed to be someone like yourself. Not dumb, or
stupid, just not very bright."
"Oh, darling, Cee!"
She hugged me. I could swear her breasts were getting
bigger. If she'd been wearing clothes, it would have been easier to tell, as the seams and
buttons began to stretch and come under stress. Naked like this, all I had to go on was
comparing her breasts with other objects in the room. Right now, one of them would fit
nicely inside the waste paper basket. It was a small waste paper basket, but as breasts
go, it was well up to the standard required of a St Cat's Third Form girl. It was good to
see Corinne at last growing to a reasonable size.
"My breasts feel awfully full, Shannie!" She
stepped back and cupped one in both hands. "What's going on?"
"They seem to have grown since you were in the
fountain. Not much, but enough to notice."
She chewed her lip. "Shit, I wonder if I've screwed up
on the rolling parameters list. That would be a disaster..."
"The what list?"
Corinne lurched back to the here-and-now. "Oh, nothing!
Just something I set in motion a while ago. It's too late to change it now, anyway."
"You mean your breasts are going to carry on
growing?"
"Not for long. I had a few parameters written into the
system before I restricted the access. I must have left my breasts growing at a given
rate, and they've carried on doing it. Nothing serious. It will probably stop in
time."
She didn't sound one hundred per cent convinced. "A few
parameters, you said. What were the others?"
Corinne looked evasive, and shifted from one foot to the
other. She looked like a schoolgirl. Her breasts wobbled deliciously as she did it. Her
moons were noticeably more puffed up now.
"Cee! What others?"
"Your bottom, probably."
"What?"
"Your bottom. You remember Jeremy said he'd like to see
your bottom a bit fuller and wider. More childbearing hips, a more womanly waist, heavier
thighs to go with your staggeringly full breasts?"
"No, but I can imagine him saying it."
"He did, which was why Anastasia and I wrote it into
your pattern. A very slow increase, almost natural, so you wouldn't notice it happening. I
think I left it running."
"How big will I get."
She mumbled something I couldn't quite hear.
"How big, Cee?"
"Oh, only about out to here." She held her hands
out to the sides of my hips, with about three inches of daylight on each side. "And
your bum will stick out a bit more, too. Only a few inches."
"But..." I swivelled and looked in the mirror.
"That's shamefully large. Shameful!"
"I know. That's the word for it. You will have a
shamefully large bottom. Shamefully. But Jeremy will love you. So will I!"
"Can't you turn it off?"
"Not without a lot of difficulty."
"Let's go and try. Now!"
"Now?"
"Come on." I dragged her toward the door by one
nipple.
"I can't go down to the IT lab like this. The
girls...!"
"They've all seen tits before. Most of theirs are
bigger than yours. Come on. Before it's too late."
St Cat's girls are well-bred. Not one of them made any
comment when I lugged Corinne into the IT lab and sat her down on the seat in front of the
dedicated terminal with the seven secret passwords.
"This seat's all wet," she complained.
"Sorry, Miss, that was me. I was reading the newsgroups
and had a little accident."
"Which ones, Daphnia?"
"I can't remember the exact one, Miss, but it was full
of pictures of women doing wee-wees in their pants."
"Daphnia, really!"
"Sorry, Miss. It's a fetish of mine. I can't help
it."
"I'll get Miss Mountains to speak to you later! I am
surprised the school system allows you to access such material. Go on, Cee, get
busy!"
Corinne was red-faced, already typing quickly. After a
half-minute or so, she looked up at me. "I can't get in."
"You what?"
"The first six passwords work, but I can't get it to
recognise the seventh. Look." She ran through a succession of screens, typing
passwords which came out as little rows of asterisks. "Now, the seventh one."
She typed CHAUNTEILLE very slowly and carefully. The machine told her politely to piss
off.
"You spelled it wrong. I was watching you. It's
supposed to be an A in the middle. You put an E."
"I always do it that way."
"It's wrong."
"I know that, and so do you. But it's always wrong the
same way, so the machine doesn't know it's wrong."
"What did you choose a word like Chauntaille for,
anyway?"
"Because I love you," she wailed. All the girls
said 'Ahhhhhhh' and began to emit musky fumes from between their legs.
"God, you've started them all off now. Hurry up and
type it the right wrong way and let's get out of here before they all start having an
orgy."
"It doesn't work. I think I know why. Anastasia told me
about it once. If a common word it uses all the time is misspelt, the Fuckh Machine
automatically corrects the spelling. I think that's what it's doing to your name. Oh, holy
shit!"
"Can't you tell it to ignore that? Override it?"
"I could, easy, but I have to get into the machine
first." She punched the desk and the keyboard hopped an inch or so into the air like
a startled rabbit. The computer emitted an admonitory beep.
"Jeez, Cee, you've really screwed up. If you can't get
into the Fuckh Machine, your tits will carry on growing and so will my arse!" I was
sure I could feel it getting bigger already.
"It's not the end of the world. I can still change
things neurally. In fact, since this terminal is buggered, that's it. I am now live and
neural! All I have to do is think and I have control."
"Go on, then. Think it!"
"I'm trying to. How can I think with you choppsing on
all the time. Shut up!"
The room was quiet for almost a full minute while Corinne
sat with her head in her hands.
"Have you thought it yet?"
"I don't know. You can't think about what you're trying
to think about. You just think you do. Meanwhile, you just carry on thinking
subconsciously."
"Well, think something consciously, see if you can
change something."
"I don't know. It doesn't seem right. It's an abuse of
power."
"You're allowed to practise, Cee! You can't
expect to make it work straight away."
She closed her eyes and thought for a while. Nothing
happened. The lights didn't flicker.
"It's not working, Cee. What were you thinking
about?"
"I was thinking about thinking about my boobs not
getting any bigger, but I kept thinking about Anastasia, for some reason. I couldn't stop
it once it started. I said to myself, 'stop thinking of Anastasia,' but that only made me
think about her all the more."
"It's no use, we have to get out of here and go
somewhere quiet. Maybe you'll have to sit in the fountain again."
"It wouldn't be any wetter than this bloody
chair," said Corinne as she got up stickily. The lights seemed to flicker briefly as
I led her away to the door. As we set off up the corridor, I turned to tell the girls to
carry on with their work. In the middle of the floor, in a billowing cloud of steam, the
girl Daphnia was lying on her back. Another girl seemed to be squatting over her face. I
made a mental note to speak most sharply to Smegs. Perhaps I needed to appoint her as the
new St Cat's High School for Growing Girls Fetish Mistress.
"Shall I send for Anastasia to help you think?"
"How can Anastasia help me think, Shannie? I either
think or I don't."
Corinne was sitting on her bed with her back against the
headboard. I looked at her, concerned. "Do you feel all right, love?" She looked
strained, poor thing. Almost visibly smaller.
SMALLER!
"I think it worked, Cee!"
"It can't have worked. I haven't even managed to think
of it yet, let alone think about turning off the rolling parameters." She followed my
pointing finger. "Ouch!" I had squeezed her right areola. "That's my moon,
when you've finished."
"Sorry. It is smaller, though." I fetched
the waste paper basket, emptied it out on to the bed and applied it to Corinne's right
breast. It wasn't exactly conclusive, but her breast disappeared neatly inside.
"What's that prove?"
"You're getting smaller. Before we went down to the
lab, I looked at your boobs and they wouldn't have fitted in there, not like that one
does. I wonder if my arse has started shrinking, too." I took a long, hard look at
it. If the mirror knew anything, it wasn't telling me. "I think it has," I said,
more as an act of faith than anything else.
The bedside light flickered.
"What did I do then?" Corinne asked, sitting up in
a panic. "This is no good. I can't just stop thinking. I think everything I
think about works whether I want to think it or not."
"Nothing's changed in here. What do you think you
thought?"
"Dunno. Anastasia, probably. I think about her a
lot."
"Oh, shit."
"I think about you, too, Shannie!"
That was even worse. What if Corinne had a dream about my
arse becoming as big as an elephant's? We would wake up and there it would be.
"I'm going to have to meditate again. In the fountain.
Don't worry. I'll get it hacked in time. It's a question of training and self-discipline.
With my immense brain-power, I will find a solution."
She kissed me and got up from the bed. I took the waste
paper basket from her breast, removed a wet teabag from her moon with two fingers and
began putting the rubbish back in it as she waved goodbye from the doorway.
A second or so later, the door opened and Anastasia came in.
She looked different, somehow. Radiantly, achingly beautiful, full, moist lips, glowing
complexion, her silken hair cascading down round her face and shoulders.
"You look lovely today, Staze, darling. Where are your
glasses?"
"Glasses, Miss? I don't wear glasses."
"But, you...?"
"I've worn contact lenses ever since I was in the First
Form. I've had my hair done, though. Do you like it? I wanted to show Miss Meadowlark.
Where's she gone?"
"It looks really nice, dear. Miss Meadowlark? I don't
know where she went. I'm waiting for her myself."
"Oh." Anastasia settled on the bed next to me.
"I'll wait with you, then!"
"That will be nice." I edged away, but she turned
slightly in my direction, and her gigantic breast walloped against mine. "Ouch! That
thing's so huge!"
"I know, Miss. What do you think of this bra? Miss
Clitress said it's an experimental model. She calls it the ScatBra MaxiLift UltraBust
SexiPlus JuniorMiss PreTeenStonker®. The TeenStonker is more or less the same, but it
doesn't have these lovely teddy bears on the cups." Anastasia showed me a square yard
or so of one bra cup. I had never seen so many teddy bears gathered together in one place
in my life. "It will come in five sizes. This one is Medium."
"Medium? But it's vast!"
"Michaela's is a Large. The other three sizes are Extra
Large, Gigantic and Brobdingnagian."
"Clit's off her head. Who is ever going to need a bra
that big?"
"Me and Michaela, probably. And maybe Jenufa. You
should see the tits on her. But meanwhile, I'm just a Medium, and Michaela's Head
Girl." She rotated her upper body a few degrees to the right, and the ScatBra
MaxiLift UltraBust SexiPlus JuniorMiss PreTeenStonker ® and its Medium payload moved away
out of my personal space. "Where did she go? Miss Meadowlark, I mean?"
"She's gone off to think about something. She won't be
long. I'd better get some towels ready for when she comes back. She might be a bit
wet."
"Gosh! This I must see." Anastasia watched
wide-eyed as I went to the en suite shower and came back with two enormous bath
towels. "Oh, shit!"
"What's the matter?"
"I've lost one of my contact lenses. I think it's gone
down my front. I'll never find it in that little lot. There's just one chance." She
lay back on the bed and spread her legs lewdly. "It may have fallen right down
between my tits and landed in my pussy. Anything landing down there seems to get sucked
in. Would you mind having a look for it, Miss?"
"In there?" I peered inside her. It was pink and
glistening, like a butcher's shop on a Saturday morning. "I can't see anything."
"Use your fingers, see if you can feel it."
I scrabbled about in there for a few minutes, without
finding anything.
"Use two fingers, Miss."
"Two? I was using my whole hand!"
"Try again up the top. Things often go up there."
I entered her again and groped about. "Up here, you
mean?" It was almost virgin territory.
"Ooh, Miss! Woo-woo-woo-woo-WOOOOOOOOW!"
Splwoooshhh! You could have balanced a table tennis ball on the fountain she produced. A
beach ball.
It subsided eventually. "Anastasia, look what you've
done now! This blouse was clean on this lunchtime."
"Thanks, Miss." She sat up and surveyed the scene.
I was wondering whether to send out a dove. How could so much juice come out of one girl?
"Golly, Miss, that was a whopper. It must have been at least a pint. You certainly
know how to find a girl's G Spot." She stood up a little shakily and pulled her skirt
down to its correct upper-thigh length. No panties, I observed.
"What about your lens, dear?"
"It seems to be all right now. Maybe I didn't lose it
after all. Thanks anyway, Miss."
She gave a final hoist to her ScatBra MaxiLift UltraBust
SexiPlus JuniorMiss TeenStonker ® and splashed her way to the door. The wretched little
slut. My silk blouse squeaked wetly as I took it off, rivers of girl-juice sluicing out of
it as I waded into the kitchen and dropped it with a resounding splash into the laundry
basket.
Should I wash my hands? I decided it probably wasn't really
worth it.