Fluffy Duffy and the Devonshire Affair

A fantasy in many parts by

A x o l o t l

© 2001 Axolotl

4

Fluffy Grows Bolder

Fluffy walked with a purpose down the road and into the cul-de-sac where the Devonshires lived. Danielle had called late the day before to say she had to go away with her mother for a day and a night.
    "Mum and dad have been having another of their rows. A real biggie, this time."
    "Why is she taking you with her?"
    "Just because. I don't mind, 'cos it's only for a little while and Grandma lives right by the sea, and there's loads of boys. I'd have asked if you could come, only you don't like it on the beach, do you?"
    Yeah, that's right, and my boobs are bigger than yours now, Fluffy thought. "When are you coming back?"
    "Not tomorrow. The next day, probably."
    Fluffy had put the phone down and immediately had a terrible, shameful thought.
    Poor Mr Devonshire would be at home all on his own!
    She'd thought about him wearing those shorts and her nipples had immediately stiffened. For some reason, she felt the way she sometimes felt when she touched herself in the shower, only this was the first time she had ever felt that way while thinking about a real grown-up person. It was also the first time she'd felt that way without touching herself down there.
    She'd soon changed all that, literally grabbing a handful of crotch and panties and squeezing hard. It felt remarkably good. What was the word Danielle always used? Horny?
    Just saying the word out loud made her nipples as big as strawberries and hard as rocks, and her insides felt almost sick with ... horniness.
    Danielle's going away wasn't the worst news in the world, Fluffy realised. Why not pay a surprise visit to Mr Devonshire and keep him company? She had nothing else to do, and she had an excellent excuse. She'd left her raincoat in Danielle's bedroom. He'd invited her to visit any time, hadn't he? Right then, all she had to do was call on Mr Devonshire and start chatting him up. Then after that, who knew what might happen!
    Even so, Fluffy's heart was now thumping as she walked up the driveway and rang the bell. She hadn't chatted anyone up before, not even a boy of her own age. This was a man old enough to be her dad.
    Danielle's dad was wearing his shorts again. They were quite long ones, really, but everything about them was exactly as Fluffy had remembered. And everything about their absolutely fascinating contents.
    "Fluffy! How did you guess I was just thinking about you! Danielle's out, I'm afraid. Her mother's taken her to her grandma's."
    "Oh!" Mr Devonshire, thinking about her? Fluffy almost lost her place in the carefully rehearsed script. She snapped her fingers in annoyance. At least, she tried to, but her hands were too moist. It sort of worked at the second attempt. "I think I remember now, she said she was going, only I thought she meant tomorrow."
    "No, it's tomorrow they come back!"
    "Oh. I'd better come back when she gets home." She started to turn away then stopped when she was fully sideways. "But perhaps you could help me, Mr Devonshire?" she asked with her most dazzling smile. That part of her performance had been especially impressive when she'd rehearsed it in the bedroom last night. It seemed to work now. Mr Devonshire gave a kind of gulp and his eyes got big. He moved hurriedly sideways, as if to hide behind the open door.
    "Help? If I can. What can I do?"
    "I left my raincoat here yesterday. And you know we came home early..."
    "Did you?"
    She was back on course, in control of the situation. Of course he knew. He'd been watching from the front room when they'd come home from town.
    "Yes! Those boys didn't show up. A little misunderstanding, I suppose."
    "Not little! A terrible mistake on their part. They ought to be kicking themselves if they missed seeing you!"
    "Ooh, Mr Devonshire!"
    "Hey, you're old enough and big enough to call me Ray. Anyway, come in, Fluffy. You know your own way up to Danielle's bedroom. You can get your coat." He stood back and held the door wide, his eyes flicking briefly over her shoulder as if checking the houses on the other side of the road. "I was just sitting out in the back garden. It gets plenty of sun and it's ever so private."
    That was what Danielle hated about it, of course. She could sunbathe out there and nobody would ever know.
    "Find your coat, then come out the back and keep me company. We can have a drink together!"
    "A drink?"
    "Sure, I'll take another chair out the back. We've got Coke. Or beer, if you like. Nobody will see." He closed the front door and grinned at her, his gaze lingering on her gently wobbling bust. "By the looks of you, I'm sure you're old enough anyway." He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. "You're certainly more than big enough! See you in the garden, okay?"
    Her insides in a turmoil, she shot upstairs, conscious of Mr Devonshire's eyes following her, burning into her big bum, all too tightly packed into her yellow shorts. And he must have seen her boobs bouncing. There was no way of stopping them!
    She slipped into her friend's bedroom, catching sight of herself in the mirror. "Oh, my God! Will you look at the things!"
    No doubt, her prayer was totally unnecessary.
    It had been a mistake, this whole idea. She'd get her raincoat, go downstairs, poke her head out the back door and make suitable excuses. Then she'd leave before she did something silly.
    She crossed to the window. Down in the garden, Mr Devonshire was fumbling around with a brightly-coloured sun-lounger. His own chair was already down there, and a table with an umbrella to keep the sun off his can of beer. He seemed to be having difficulty erecting the second chair. "Having difficulty with his erection," Fluffy muttered to herself, and blushed as her eyes were drawn yet again to Mr Devonshire's nether regions. He stood up, wiped his brow, took a swig from his beer can and attacked the chair again. This time, it worked and he placed it on the other side of the table from his own. Then he had second thoughts and moved the table out of the way, dragging the two chairs closer together. Then he placed the ice box under the table. And moved the chairs closer still. At last, apparently satisfied with the feng shui, he glugged on his beer again, scratching his hairy belly with his free hand. Fluffy grinned to herself, then her face froze. He'd stopped scratching, put down the beer can and taken a handful of the contents of his shorts! Not just a handful; both hands! He seemed to be having a major problem down there, taking at least twenty seconds to rearrange his genitalia. It didn't look any more comfortable when he'd finished, either, and needed quite a bit more attention before he lowered himself carefully into one of the chairs and leaned back with his beer.
    "Oh, shit!" Fluffy felt inappropriately dressed for this. Her pale blue T-shirt was hopelessly overburdened and her stretchy bra had never been designed to hide the protrusion of her nipples and their surrounding bumps. If anything, it seemed to be accentuating these already far too prominent features. And her shorts! They weren't new, by any stretch of the imagination. She'd tried to pretend to Danielle that her growth had been confined to her bust, but it was clear that her tummy, hips and buttocks had expanded considerably; more than enough to make things uncomfortable. Mr Devonshire wasn't the only one having difficulties! She tried to tweak the material out from between her butt cheeks and, her face burning with embarrassment, from her crotch. That had done it! She knew she shouldn't have thought about her crotch. And she certainly shouldn't have touched herself down there. It was only a tiny wet spot, but it could just as well have been a whole gallon! She certainly couldn't go down to the garden looking like this.
    Danielle wouldn't have anything she could decently borrow. Danielle's shorts would simply explode if she tried to get them on. Maybe she could take a towel downstairs with her. Yes, that would do. A big towel from the bathroom.

"Find it?"
    "What?"
    "Your coat."
    "Oh." She'd completely forgotten about that. "I couldn't find it."
    "Have a drink, anyway. It will be up there somewhere." He fished a can of beer out of the ice box and handed it to her. "Sit down, girl. I'm not going to eat you!"
    "Thanks, Mr ... Ray." Shielding herself strategically with the towel, she disposed her limbs in the chair. By crossing her legs she could hide her moist crotch and at the same time put up a bit of a barrier between herself and her best friend's daddy. Cautiously she bundled the towel and placed it on the grass. By hunching her shoulders she could partially disguise the swell of her bust and almost hide the protrusion of her nipples. They weren't quite as pointy as they had been, thank God! Now all she had to do was drink this can of beer without choking or pulling a face. She knew it tasted vile. Why did people drink it?
    She gripped the ice-cold can and jerked at the tab.
    "Oops!" She sat upright. Too late.
    "Sorry! I should have warned you, it's a bit lively!"
    "Eeeek!" She brought her upper arms together to try and stop her boobs jiggling. All it did was to make them stick out twice as far. The beer was still foaming up over her hands and dribbling on to her chest, frothing as it soaked into her T-shirt. A fine seductress she made; she couldn't even open a can of XXXX.
    "Wow, you'd better take that shirt off before it stains," Mr Devonshire remarked, not stirring from his chair.
    "I can't take it off!"
    "Course you can. Hide under the towel if you're shy. Tell you what, go up and get one of Danielle's swimsuits on. I'll rinse the beer out of your T-shirt for you. And your bra's probably soaked, as well."
    This wasn't quite the way she'd planned it. Her planning hadn't dared to go into such detail as getting naked in front of Mr Devonshire, she'd just vaguely fantasised about it's happening somehow. Yet here she was, doing her best to get out of her clothes as quickly as possible. At least, she wasn't performing a striptease right in front of him. Instead, she was wriggling around beneath the towel, trying to keep all her important bits out of sight, while Mr Devonshire watched her with amusement.
    "There," she announced, clutching the towel firmly around her shoulders and checking to see that she was all decently tucked away inside. She dropped her bra on the table and hurriedly hid it beneath the soggy T-shirt. "I'll go and find something dry to wear."
    "You'd better finish your drink first, before it goes flat."
    Without thinking, she picked up the can and tipped it into her mouth. It was sharp and bitter and fizzy, but it was icy-cold and somehow crisply refreshing. "Ugh! It's horrible!"
    "You can have another when you come down. You threw most of that can away." Mr Devonshire lay back and closed his eyes. A second or so later, he hurriedly crossed his legs, triggering an almost seismic disturbance in his shorts.
    After the first ten yards, Fluffy elected not to run. These last few weeks her boobs had become far too big and bouncy for such things. She gathered her towel around her and hurried with as much dignity as she could muster, in at the back door and up the stairs. At least, he hadn't followed her up to Danielle's room. But just to make sure, she went straight to the window. Reassuringly, Mr Devonshire was still down in the garden, but he had now unfolded himself from his chair and was picking up her clothes from the table. What was he doing? He seemed to spend half his time adjusting his shorts. Hardly surprising, really, considering what was in there, but he was forever taking great handfuls of himself and pulling it about.
    "Oh, my God!" She gasped aloud. Mr Devonshire was holding her wet T-shirt up at arms' length. For the first time she got a really good look at him as his pose thrust his loins into prominence. Her mind flew back to the cinema, where she had grabbed that boy's balls and squeezed. It had been an unpleasant handful, but a handful nonetheless. Compared to that boy, Mr Devonshire had more like a bucketful. His ... what was it called ... whatever it was extended down the left leg of his shorts like a ... a what? A python? It was as thick as a beer can, but longer. It seemed to extend right to the end of his shorts without actually poking out. Or did the end of it in fact poke out? He was too far away for her to see if it did, as he suddenly lowered the T-shirt and picked up her bra from the table, fumbling around until he could read the label. Then to her horror, delight, flabbergastedness, he took a cautious sniff of it before burying his face in the cups.
    Her cheeks burned. She lurched away from the window — had he looked up just then? — and fell to her knees in front of Danielle's chest of drawers. The towel spilled from her shoulders, baring her aching, jutting nipples. Sweaters. Shirts. She tried another drawer. Dozens of socks and hankies. Ah, what was this...?
    It would never fit, of course. Danielle's school one-piece swimsuit, the talk of possibly most of the boys and certainly all the girls from Year Seven all the way up to Year Thirteen. But having found a swimsuit, at least she was getting warmer. She dug deeper and out from the very bottom came...
    "Wow!" No wonder she'd hidden this one at the bottom of her drawer! It was lime green, almost yellow. What there was of it, anyway! There were just two scraps of material joined with a tangled spaghetti of strings, still tied in big bows. That was the top half. The bottom consisted of a single triangle and a couple of feet of string. That was all! There wasn't any more of it.
    Fluffy rummaged again but that seemed to be the extent of the choice available. If Danielle had any more swimwear, it was probably still in the wash after her holidays. There wasn't time to hang around, anyway. Fluffy tossed the scraps of cloth on the bed, slammed the drawer shut and kicked off her shorts. Another quick look out of the window revealed a table and a couple of empty chairs, one lying on its side. Mr Devonshire must have come into the kitchen to rinse out her shirt. And to sniff her bra. Idly she wondered what it smelled of, and she scooped up her shorts and panties and raised them cautiously to her nose. God, she hoped with all her heart that her bra didn't smell anything like that!
    Quickly, in case he came upstairs!
    The lower part of the bikini was easy enough to work out. The triangle went at the front, the strings between her legs and then around to tie at the sides. She couldn't see very much at all past her breasts, so she studied the effect in the mirror. Hopeless! No wonder she'd never seen Danielle wearing this. She made a few attempts to tuck stray tufts of pubic hair out of sight. At least, as she was a blonde, it didn't show too badly.
    The top — you couldn't really call it a bra — was still partly tied up from the last time Danielle had tried it on. Probably the only time! Fluffy shook it until it seemed to be more or less the right way up, looped one string over her head and tied the loose ends of the side strings behind her back. This was no use at all! The cups didn't even reach down as far as her nipples. Try again. She untied the string behind the neck, twisted the whole thing round like a bra and retied the two side strings with a knot below her rib cage, almost round her waist. Then she tied the strings behind her neck again. This time they were only just long enough. Another look in the mirror...
    "Oh, my God!" she moaned again. She was totally obscene! Before even daring to look at the top half, she could see that her lower triangle had already worked its way between the lips of her pussy, allowing pubic hair to blossom out on both sides. She tweaked the shiny cloth free, but it already bore a dark wet spot, spreading almost visibly as she stared at it. Diverting her attention upwards, she realised that Mr Devonshire probably wasn't going to be looking at her groin. The cup triangles weren't even as wide as her puffy brown bits. They certainly didn't contain her boobs. They were marooned way out on the peaks of her teats, attached to the rest of her body by lengths of string so taut that she could have played a tune on them like a banjo. Hopelessly she pulled the triangles down, succeeding for the moment in covering up the half inch or more of dark circle that had crept into view beneath the bottom edge of the cups. The situation wasn't really much improved however, as she was now revealing more than an inch of puffy brown flesh over the top. Even as she watched, one fat nipple plopped into view and announced its clear intention of not going back in there again by doubling in length in a matter of five seconds. With a little cry she stuffed it out of sight. Maybe the triangles would stretch after a few minutes.
    "Fluffy? You fallen asleep up there?"
    "Coming, Mr Devonshire!" she yelped, her voice several keys higher than usual.
    "Coming what?"
    "Coming, Ray!" She plucked the now drenched lower triangle from her pussy again and hurried into the bathroom. Quickly she stepped into the shower, turned on the water and directed the flow at her miniscule panties. At least, that solved that problem. She soaked her top half as well so she would match, then grabbed her towel and patted away the drops of cold water. Fine, apart from the fact that her nipples were now erect as never before and still getting bigger with each passing second.
    "Come on, then! You can't hide up there all day."
    She swallowed and took a deep breath. Then she had to tuck her nipples away again. They were nearly as big as her thumbs! Maybe she could hide under the towel. And if it was really bright out there, maybe he wouldn't be able to see too much.
    Fluffy carefully started downstairs.

Mr Devonshire took a long swig from his can and wiped his mouth with the back of a hand. "It's good for Danielle to have a friend who's so much older and more mature."
    "Older?"
    "We kind of tend to forget she's only fourteen, you know. Of course, with her being such a ... well-developed girl, you think of her as grown-up, but she's only a kid. It's probably just as well she's been a bit slow in school, she's with people more of her own age..." Another slug of beer.
    'A bit slow?' Fluffy thought, as Mr Devonshire continued.
    "When I say well-developed, I mean compared to other girls her age. Compared to someone as voluptuous as you, of course, she's like a boy. But that's good. It gives her a sense of proportion, a role model, a big, mature, extremely full-bodied woman to look up to. She seems to be doing better at school now, which is a relief. She takes after her mother, you know..."
    Fluffy was beginning to think Mr Devonshire must have spent the past year on another planet. She wondered how she could break the news to him that the school had no immediate plans to promote his daughter out of the nine-year-olds' class. She had to look away. Anywhere rather than at Mr Devonshire. She couldn't look him in the eye, and if she didn't look him in the eye she found herself looking him in the crotch. She gazed blankly around the garden, finding her eyes coming to rest on her bra, which Mr Devonshire had draped on top of the umbrella to dry. She wished she were wearing it now, instead of these wholly inadequate scraps of cloth.
    "Isn't that bikini a little too ... small for you?"
    "It's fine!"
    He took a gulp of beer and a deep breath. "What's your ... bust measurement?"
    "Forty-four," Fluffy admitted.
    "My God! The strings seem to be cutting into your ... into the sides of your..."
    "They're a bit tight, I suppose. But we wouldn't want it falling off, would we?"
    "It looks as if it's cutting you in two. I wouldn't want you passing out on me from lack of oxygen. Come over here and I'll retie the strings."
    "It's okay, really!"
    "Fluffy!"
    She got up from her chair.
    "That's it. Kneel down just there. The bottom half's okay. Mind you, there's not much of it really. Funny, I've never seen our Danielle wearing this. Not that it would look quite the same on her, of course!"
    Fluffy got down on the grass with her back to Mr Devonshire, hearing the chair creak as he took up his position behind her.
    "Now then, this one first. I'll loosen it off as much as it will go." She felt him plucking at the string behind her neck, and she bowed her head. "That's better. Good girl." The beer can sizzled as he took another gulp, then it appeared over her shoulder. "Here you go. Hold that for me, and don't drink it all at once." His fingers were busy lower down now, untying the string round her back. "Oops, how's that? Turn round and let's have a look."
    Fluffy took a deep swig of Dutch courage from Mr Devonshire's beer can then shuffled round in a half circle. Her knees were touching Mr Devonshire's and she had to part her thighs slightly. She was uncomfortably aware of her own muskiness wafting upwards. "It's not much better, is it?" she said huskily.
    "The view couldn't look much better than it does from here." She looked down at the view herself. All she could see was acres of bulging flesh.
    "I'm getting fat," she whispered. "I eat too much."
    "Don't you dare go on a diet."
    "But I'm huge! Look at me!"
    "I know! And I am! You're a very buxom girl, Fluffy!" He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You'd get us both arrested if you went on the beach looking like this. What's your bikini like?"
    "I haven't got one. I've never worn one before."
    "Nonsense! Of course you have!"
    "I don't do sunbathing. I burn too easily."
    He laughed. "You'd better cover up, then, hadn't you! Or shall I rub some oil on you? All over, of course..."
    "Mr Devonshire!"
    "Excuse me," he said, and she looked down sharply as he extended his hand slowly towards her chest. She gasped in horror, seeing that her nipples had crept out again. "You'll have someone's eyes out with these things." With infinite care he pulled the triangles of her bra cups away from her breasts and persuaded them back over the giant nipples. "Come on." He started to get up.
    "What? Where are you going?"
    "You're coming with me. Put your shirt on. We're going shopping!"
    "Shopping?"
    "Don't look so disgusted, young woman! We're not going to Tesco's. We're taking a ride. And you've got to put those whopping great things away!" Once more she had to try and stuff her nipples out of sight. Meanwhile, Mr Devonshire was getting to his feet. "Oh, God, now look what you've done, girl!"
    Fluffy's face went scarlet. He'd looked big enough from up at Danielle's window. Now, from a couple of feet away, he was obscenely huge. "I'm sorry!" she said in a tiny voice, covering her eyes with both hands but peering fascinated through her fingers. The purple end of the thing was peering out of the leg of Mr Devonshire's shorts, but far worse than that was the appalling thickness of it. It made a beer can look positively svelte.
    "You were the one responsible for making it this big, you should be helping me to tuck it away. Or even helping to make it smaller again."
    "I didn't mean..."
    "It's all right! Only joking. Now, missy, you'd better make yourself decent while I go and change into something a little less revealing. I'd race you upstairs, but it might be better if we both walk slowly. Come on!"