Fluffy Duffy and the Devonshire Affair

A fantasy in many parts by

A x o l o t l

© 2001 Axolotl

3

H is for Huge

"We're back!"
    Fluffy held the phone at arm's length. She could still hear Danielle's squealing voice bouncing around inside her head. It had been so peaceful these last three weeks.
    "We got back late last night. I met tons of boys and I've got this wicked bikini and loads of new things. You can have your T-shirt back, I'll bring it round now if you like..."
    "I don't need it, really, Dan..."
    "And I can show you my tan in this new bikini. Pity it's pissing with rain or we could go swimming or just maybe sunbathe in your back garden."
    "What's wrong with your own back garden?"
    "You know what it's like. The fence is so tall, nobody could see us! Anyway, it don't matter much; we can't sunbathe while it's like this. We'll have to go into town instead. I've got some money left from my Uncle Eric..."
    "I don't need anything from town, Dan."
    "Oh, come on! We c'n just cruise around. And there's this boy, Fraser. I bet he's got a friend..."
    "Oh, no! Not after that last time!"
    Danielle snorted into the phone. "It's okay, Fraser's older than Kyle, so he won't have any immature friends like that one of yours with the lips."
    "He wasn't mine, Dan!"
    "He wouldn't want to be, not after what you done to him. You'll be okay. I've told Fraser you're really shy and sweet."
    "You've told him already?"
    "Of course. We're meeting them at the coffee place in the High Street. Next door to that little shop that sells bras and stuff. Of course, you wouldn't know about that, but never mind. Three o'clock, I told him, so we can catch the five past two bus and..."
    "I don't really feel like a blind date, Dan."
    "You don't have to if you don't want to. We can hide and spy on them, and if you don't like the look of yours I'll go in on my own and tell Fraser you couldn't make it and I'll see him another day, okay?"
    Fluffy giggled. It sounded such a ridiculous idea, but fun nevertheless. Life with Danielle was never free of incident. "Okay. Yours or mine?"
    "Mine. Or yours. Is your dad in?"
    "I'll come round to you," said Fluffy decisively. Having Danielle showing off her tan and coming on to her dad with her cleavage would be deeply embarrassing.
    "Is he in or not? Spoilsport! I only want to show him my tan. It's all over! But I'll tell you all about that when I show you. What are you going to wear? It's a pity you don't like clothes..."
    "It's raining, Dan. I'm wearing my coat."
    In fact, it had stopped raining by the time Fluffy arrived at her friend's front door. The sun was out and the trees were shrouded in steam. She was regretting wearing this raincoat. It was so schoolgirlish. And it was hot. Even more worryingly, it was tight. It hadn't been as tight as this last time she'd worn it to school, a couple of months before. It couldn't have shrunk. Raincoats didn't shrink! That left just one reason, and Fluffy knew perfectly well what it was. No point trying to deny it, either; it was obviously more noticeable than she'd dare to think.
    Danielle's dad opened the door. He was a bit scary, a stocky, squat man who wore expensive shiny suits when he drove to the office in his BMW. He wasn't dressed for business today.
    "Hi, Fluffy," the man said. "She's upstairs." He stood back and held the door wide open, looking at her in a way she hadn't seen before. Fluffy's eyes opened wide and she had to tear them away; she had never seen Danielle's dad dressed like this. He was obviously still in holiday mode, wearing a T-shirt and shorts. And sandals. Sandals! But it wasn't his sandals she found herself staring at. The man grinned at her. "Has it stopped raining? You look as if you're boiling in that mac."
    He looked as he was overheating, himself.
    "I'll go up, shall I?"
    "I don't think she's got a boy up there," Danielle's dad chuckled with a lewd expression. "If she has, you'd better come straight down and wait 'til she's finished!"
    Fluffy felt deeply uncomfortable. She hugged her raincoat tightly around her. It felt as if the man was stripping her naked right there in the hallway. And those shorts...
    It wasn't so much the shorts, they weren't terribly brief or anything. The problem was more what was inside them. Only just inside, actually, Fluffy thought with a sudden flutter of her internal organs.
    Upstairs, Danielle's bedroom door burst open. "Zat you, Fluff? Come on up and stop trying to seduce my daddy!"
    "You're welcome any time, Fluffy!" smirked Mr Devonshire.
    What did he mean? Her face burning, Fluffy fled up the stairs.
    "I was thinking of wearing this," said Danielle without bothering with smalltalk. She was holding up what appeared to be a scandalously low-cut T-shirt in an almost throbbing pink. I got it from a stall on the beach. Mum hasn't seen it yet. It's not still raining, is it?" She peered at Fluffy over her glasses like a schoolmistress.
    "It's stopped."
    "What are you wearing that for? You can't see a boy dressed like that."
    "It might rain again. The forecast said..."
    "You're an old woman. Look at the sun out there, it's like the Costa del Sol. Take it off!"
    "I don't think..."
    "Off! Your face is like a lobster. What are you wearing underneath?"
    "Nothing..."
    Danielle giggled. "Nothing? Hey, cool, Fluff!"
    "I don't mean nothing. I mean nothing special."
    "That's all right. You can have your T-shirt back and wear that," said Danielle graciously. "Them jeans are a bit icky, but they'll do. I'm gonna wear my shorts. Do you think this is a bit too much?" She held the T-shirt against her chest and regarded herself doubtfully in the mirror. "I might have to sneak out of the house if I wear this. If we go straight away, before my mum comes home, we'll be okay." She stripped off with practised efficiency, piled her exuberant chest into the disgraceful T-shirt, then stopped. "You've got to take that coat off, Fluff. You look obscene." Danielle leaned forward, peering at her friend. She took her glasses off, wiped them and put them on again. Slowly her mouth fell open and she pointed a shaking hand.
    Fluffy sighed. Had she imagined she was going to get away with it for ever? She undid the buttons, turned away and removed the coat, flinging it casually on to the bed before strolling to the window. "Maybe it's not going to rain again after all," she fluted shrilly.
    "You've got a big fat arse. Now turn round. Turn around and show me the front."
    "It's nothing, Dan."
    "Florence Duffy!"
    Fluffy turned round.
    "Come away from that window."
    Fluffy looked out desperately. "Nobody can see us up here. Your dad isn't outside..."
    "Come away and stand where I can see you properly."
    Folding her arms, Fluffy wandered into the middle of the room. Danielle snapped her fingers at her, and she allowed her arms to hang by her sides.
    "Fucking Hell!" The diminutive brunette walked round her in a circle, ending up at the front again. "How long ... when did all that lot happen?"
    "It didn't."
    "What do you mean, it didn't? Look at you!"
    "I mean, it happened, but I don't mean it happened happened like when. I mean it isn't like wasn't, it's like it's now. I mean it's still happening." Fluffy lapsed into silence after this inadequate explanation.
    Danielle screwed up her face. "Still happening? And you've grown this much in three weeks? You can't have."
    "I have, Dan."
    "You haven't! You've done this on purpose. It's not funny. You think it's some kind of joke, stuffing your bra?"
    "I'm not stuffing my bra, Danielle. Not stuffing stuffing. I mean, I am, but I'm not like stuffing it with stuffing..."
    "Don't start that again! It's your mum's bra, then. No, maybe not. You've borrowed somebody else's. You can't get away with it, Fluffy," Danielle warned her with a mournful shake of the head. "You can't fool boys that easy. You'd get in the pictures with one and he'd find out in five minutes."
    Fluffy sighed again. She had a blue shirt on, one of those men's shirts with pockets at the front. When her mother had bought it for her a couple of weeks ago, the fussiness of the design had been a fairly good disguise. It wasn't nearly as effective any more. She unbuttoned it, starting at the bottom. Danielle's eyes got wider and wider.
    "That bra!"
    "It's mine." Fluffy tugged the shirt across her chest defensively.
    "I know. Where did you get it?"
    "That little shop in the High Street, you know? Next to the coffee place?"
    "You mean it's specially made?"
    "Discoveries do sell ready made bras as well, you know."
    "I know. We get mine there. But that...?" Danielle darted round the back and reached up inside Fluffy's shirt for the bra label.
    "I don't think the size is on it, Dan. There's just a barcode. Anyway, the woman said it doesn't really matter what the size is, as long as it fits. She told me that the first time I went in there."
    "The first time? How many times have you been in there in three weeks?"
    "Well, the first time doesn't really count, 'cos we only went to get me like a 36D 'cos Davies's didn't have one that fitted. But the second time..."
    "How many times?" Danielle snarled through gritted teeth.
    "Three."
    "Three times in three weeks?"
    "No. It's only two weeks. Well, two and a half. I haven't been back for three days. Last time, she gave me one with extra room to grow."
    "I don't believe you. You're winding me up."
    "Dan!"
    "What's the woman's name?"
    "Felicity something..."
    "Wrong!" Danielle stamped her foot, not even noticing that one of her nipples had escaped out of the neckline of her T-shirt. "It's not Felicity anything. It's Miss Twizzell!"
    "That's right," Fluffy remembered. "Miss Twizzell's in America for a meeting. A Symphonium."
    "A what?"
    "And she's left Felicity Something in charge. She's not even as tall as you, and she's got tits as big ... as big as..." She cast around the bedroom looking in vain for a pumpkin. "They're big, anyway."
    "Liar. What have you got stuffed in that bra?"
    "Only me, Dan! It's a 36H."
    "You can't have grown from a B to an H in three weeks! 34H, that's..." Danielle went cross-eyed while she wrestled with real world mathematics.
    "Forty-four inches? I'm 44-26-37." Fluffy crossed her fingers when she came to the last two figures, from which she had subtracted an inch or two.
    Danielle didn't seem to have noticed. She was more concerned with the first number. Her face had turned the colour of Postman Pat's van. "Forty-f...? You can't be."
    "Sorry, Dan!"
    Danielle noticed her nipple poking out and shoved it away angrily.
    Fluffy swiftly buttoned her shirt. "Are we going out or not? Only the bus will be here in five minutes." She tucked the shirt into her jeans, almost bringing Danielle's eyes clean out of her head as she stretched to see what she was doing. "Do I look okay? I can't see round the back."
    "Yes," Danielle growled. She began rummaging through her drawers.
    "What are you looking for now? The bus..."
    "I can't wear this top. My tits keep falling out."
    "I thought they were meant to."
    "Fun-nee!" She went to the wardrobe and found a blue shirt like Fluffy's. Savagely she hauled on her bra straps until her breasts were almost on a level with her shoulders. She kicked off her shorts and scrambled into her jeans. "Come on, then," she snapped, grabbing her purse and her mobile phone.
    Her dad was still leering at Fluffy as the two of them crept out of the front door. "Don't be late, you hear?"

The girls got off the bus and waited to cross the road. "See, I'm not winding you up. I told you I knew the shop was here."
    "That doesn't prove anything," said Danielle scornfully. "You could have seen the shop here any time and decided to get a big bra and stuff it just to piss me off. I bet you've got balloons in there. Balloons full of water."
    "Why would I bother?" Fluffy was getting weary of her friend's scepticism. "You think I'd go to all that trouble just to play a trick on you? This is my bra, my mum bought it here, and it's full of my boobs, okay?"
    The door of Discoveries opened and a stunted figure came out, locking the door behind her. She had difficulty reaching the lock as her arms weren't really long enough.
    "See?" said Fluffy. "That's her!"
    Felicity waddled to the crossing and stood waiting for a gap in the traffic. Danielle stared at her in disbelief. The little woman was quite simply outrageously endowed. No one had a bust that big! Even Fluffy was impressed. Although she had seen the bra-maker in extreme close-up, if anything she was even more incredible out here on the street.
    "She's coming across the road," gasped Danielle.
    "It's a free country! She's allowed to cross the street," Fluffy laughed. "Come on!"
    They all arrived at the traffic island in the middle of the High Street at the same time. "Hello, Fluffy!" The little woman looked Fluffy up and down, but mostly up. "How is it?"
    "Great!"
    "Good. Don't forget to come in if it starts getting too tight again, understand?"
    "Okay. I've got it on the last set of hooks, but it fits okay."
    "Either way, I'll see you next Tuesday. After that, Miss Twizzell will be back. You'll like her. Anyway, I mustn't keep you. Meeting some boys?" Felicity raised an eyebrow.
    Fluffy blushed. "Yeah."
    "Maybe I'll see you before Tuesday, in that case," the bra maker said with an elaborate wink. "You know what they say ... boys' cum makes girls' tits grow, and the bigger your tits are, the more it affects them!" She gave Fluffy a playful punch on the arm and hurried away.
    Danielle watched her with her mouth open.
    "Are you going to stand in the middle of the High Street all afternoon?"
    Danielle narrowly avoided a bus. "Did you hear what she said? Grown-ups aren't s'posed to know about that!"
    "She's okay, she's a good laugh. Never stops talking about boys and boobs and stuff. All the time she was measuring me. My mum was getting really embarrassed, especially when she started talking about boys' stuff making boobs grow!"
    Danielle said nothing. It took a lot to silence her, but Fluffy seemed to have found the secret formula.