Fluffy Duffy and the Devonshire Affair

A fantasy in many parts by

A x o l o t l

© 2001 Axolotl

8

All is Revealed

"Thank you, Ray!" Fluffy leaned across and kissed Mr Devonshire on the cheek. "It really fits! Do you know what size it is? Do you want to know? You weren't there when he measured me. Thanks for the new shirts, as well! And those rude panties, they're even naughtier than yesterday's. Are you going to try on your new trousers for me when we get home?"
    "You may have to go straight home, Fluffy. You shouldn't really be around if Mrs Devonshire is home..."
    "She'll have hung up the washing, won't she? All those sheets and towels. And she'll be able to wash your white trousers, too. It's a nice day for drying the washing," Fluffy mused, looking out of the window of the speeding BMW. "You didn't ask about my new bra, Ray. Aren't you interested? Look how huge it makes me look!" She stuck out her unbelievable chest. "I'm so much bigger than yesterday. It must be all the sex we did afterwards. All the fucking. I know I get much bigger when I'm excited, but I've stayed bigger, and they're still all wembley inside."
    "Wembley?"
    "Warm and trembly. Hey, if I've grown ten inches since yesterday, and we have more sex when I get you home, will I be ten more inches bigger tomorrow morning? Maybe it was all that lovely cum we rubbed into them. It must make them grow, mustn't it! It can't just do nothing. All the girls say it makes them grow, so it must be true."
    They roared down the main village street and turned into the Devonshire's select little cul-de-sac. The driveway was mercifully empty and a relieved Mr Devonshire drove straight in and turned off the engine. "Come on, we've got some clearing up to do!"
    "Okay, Ray. I'll hang out the washing while you put another load in the machine, dry that big wet patch on the chair, hide the tape measure. Then you can fuck my tits while we watch the test match again. We've missed the first hour and a half. Ouch! They're so full! And my little pussy's still sore..."
    "Ssshhh! The neighbours..." The phone rang as Mr Devonshire unlocked the door, but it stopped before he could get to it. "I wonder who that was?"
    "I bet it was Mrs Devonshire, trying to tell you she won't be home for another three days. Gosh, I could be forty inches bigger by then! Imagine how big I'll be by Christmas! A hundred feet bigger!. Wouldn't it be lovely if your cock grew as much as my breasts do all the time. You'd never fall over, you'd be like a tripod. Gosh! I'd be sore after a night of that!" She tugged an armful of wet washing out of the machine and flounced into the garden. She was quite a good flouncer now.
    Five minutes later she was back.
    "There, they'll all be dry soon in this lovely wind. Most of the stains have come out of the sheets. Another couple of washes and you won't be able to see the blood at all. Hey, are those your white trousers? Look at that stain! Did all that stuff come out of my cunny?"
    "Don't call it that, Fluffy, it's not a nice word!"
    "Okay. My cunt, then. It's still sore, Mr Devonshire. I think I'll go and sit down for a while."
    "You can't..."
    But she sashayed into the sitting room, turned on the television and settled down to watch the cricket. "They've scored another hundred and fifty this morning! This is terrible!"
    The phone rang again.
    "Telephone, Mr Devonshire," she sang out blithely, but by the time he could dry his hands and get out of the kitchen, it had stopped again. She patted the seat beside her. "Never mind! Come and sit next to your Fluffy, and I'll talk you through Gerard measuring me for my new bra."
    He groaned and sat down, not too close.
    "You remember when I held them up and breathed in, you said I was nearly fifty-five and a half?"
    Mr Devonshire remembered. "Yes."
    "Holding them up and breathing in doesn't work, does it? Gerard told me, I can hold them up the way a bra does, but it makes my nipples stick way out and they couldn't do that in a bra, so it exaggerates the measurement, makes it seem bigger than it really is. On the other hand, my little hands aren't big enough to hold them up properly, 'cos they kind of overflow my hands, so the real measurement is actually more than you think. Well, anyway, I'm a 38S-cup now. That's fifty-seven inches. It must be all that cum. Make some more and do it between my breasts, Mr Devonshire! While we're watching England getting stuffed out of sight. Come on! It's working, it's getting hard already, and I haven't even touched it yet. You sit there and have a nice slow wank while I just watch, then when you're ready, I'll unbutton my shirt and you can do it straight between them, right? In fact, I'll start with the buttons now so I don't get caught if you come too soon. Go on, then, what are you waiting for?"
    Fluffy sat back, placing a finger between her full lips, sliding it in and out. Then she looked at it and replaced it with two fingers, a big grin spreading over her face. Mr Devonshire was hugely erect, and he unzipped himself and brought his organ out of captivity. Fluffy's eyes widened as she wondered how she'd ever got that gigantic thing inside her. It had hurt, sure, but it had still been surprisingly easy. She undid another button. Her bottomless cleavage was unbelievably deep.
    "Do it! Do it in here. Make them vast! No, they're vast already, make them even vaster! Vasterer."
    Mr Devonshire couldn't help himself. He stood up, Fluffy leaning forward and offering her breasts with something like a whole foot of cleavage ready to accept his cream.
    "Uh, uh, uh, unnnnh!"
    Fluffy rubbed it in gratefully. "It feels nice. Why does it get cold so quickly? Anyway, it's all warm now. I bet that's made me at least another inch bigger! I wonder what happens when you reach Z...?
    There was the sound of a car horn outside and the rattle of the front gate.
    "Oh, my God!" Mr Devonshire sprang to his feet, a long thread of semen trailing from his knob-end. He tried to wipe it off, shaking his fingers.
    "You'd better put your cock away if Mrs Devonshire's home," Fluffy advised him.
    "It's not her." He was peering round the edge of the curtain. "Her car's not there."
    Somebody fumbled with the front door catch, then there was a protracted banging on the knocker.
    "That sounds like the way Danielle always knocks on doors," said Fluffy, as her lover zipped his pants and hastened to answer the door, tucking in his shirt and trying to make himself decent. She curled up her legs under her and buttoned her shirt. She had no idea why, but from the muffled voices of father and daughter it seemed as if her bestest friend had come home on her own. Then the all-too-familiar footsteps thundered up the stairs, and the bathroom door slammed.

"What are you doing here?"
    "I knew you were coming home this morning. And we haven't got satellite..."
    "And what have you been eating?" Danielle interrupted, planting her fists aggressively on her hips and sniffing the air with suspicion.
    Fluffy shrugged. "Me? Nothing."
    "You and my dad. There's a funny smell in here. A bit like ... I don't know, fish...?"
    "Oh, we had a bacon sandwich earlier. I made your dad a special bacon sandwich using a special Fluffy recipe."
    "What for? Don't you get breakfast at home?"
    "Of course," Fluffy shifted uncomfortably and hunched her shoulders.
    "That's a nice shirt. I haven't seen that before, have I?"
    "No, it's new."
    "Show me. Is it silk?"
    "Kind of. Where's your mum?"
    "She's not coming home, ever again. She's staying with my nan until she moves out perm'nently. Where did you get it?"
    "A shop."
    "They don't sell silk shirts like that in Brocklehurst."
    "They might."
    "Stand up. I want to see."
    "It's just a shirt."
    "Stand up, Fluff-eee!"
    Fluffy unfolded herself and stood up with an anxious glance down at her bosom to see that none of Mr Devonshire's latest volley had left any tell-tale stains.
    Danielle gasped, then looked round at the door to check that her dad wasn't coming back downstairs. He wasn't, so she felt free to use industrial language. "Fucking hell, Fluffy!" she said.
    "I grew," Fluffy explained. "I still am growing."
    "I can see that! Shit, you were huge a couple of days ago. You can't have grown that much since then! Is that a new bra, too?"
    "My old one won't fit any more. I mean my old two won't fit any more."
    "You've outgrown two bras in two days? What size is that one?"
    "Only a thirty-eight, but it's on the tightest set of hooks..."
    "What cup size?" Danielle demanded dangerously.
    "Cup sizes don't matter, Gerard says..."
    "Who the fuck's Gerard? What happened to your other bra woman? And that's enough of that 'size don't matter' bullshit. How big?"
    "Gerard works at another Discoveries shop, not the one in Brocklehurst. We ... I couldn't go to the usual shop, they couldn't fit me in. I was a kind of emergency."
    "What size, Fluffy?"
    "S-cup."
    "Fucking hell! S-cup? How big's that?"
    Fluffy prodded the side of her breast with a finger. "This big. You can see."
    "What's your bust size?"
    "Fifty-ish. About fifty-four ... five or so. Fifty-seven, maybe. It depends, Gerard says..."
    "'Gerard says, Gerard says...' How can a man make bras?"
    "He's a poof."
    "I don't care. Did you let him touch your tits?"
    "Of course he did. You can't measure breasts without touching them."
    "Breasts?"
    "That's what they're called, Dan." Watched by her enthralled friend, Fluffy flicked open a couple of buttons and peeled back the edge of the bra to reveal a whopping brown semicircle. "And this bit's called an areola."
    Danielle had probably heard the word before, but she could never have seen an example like this one. She sat down. "Your bum's bigger, too."
    "I know. Tell me about it!"
    Danielle frowned suddenly. "What are you doing here, anyway?"
    Fluffy nodded to the television. "I keep telling you, I'm watching the game. We haven't got satellite at home."
    "How long have you been here?"
    "All morning."
    "Why haven't you been answering the phone? I tried — is five more than three? — five times while I was at the station, and there was no answer. I wanted dad to fetch me. That taxi cost me two pounds."
    "Maybe the bell isn't working," Fluffy suggested.
    As if to mock her, the phone rang immediately. Danielle picked it up. "Hi, mum! Yeah, I just arrived. Yeah, he's okay. I'll look after him, right! Yeah, right!" She rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "Yeah, later. Yeah, shepherd's pie from the freezer, right! Okay! See ya. Byeee!"
    "Shepherd's pie?"
    "She wants me to cook for dad."
    "I'll help you. Come on!"
    The girls wandered into the kitchen. "He's done the washing," said Danielle wonderingly. "Only sheets and towels. And another load in the machine. I didn't know he knew how."
    "That's trousers and stuff," said Fluffy. "I suppose."
    "How do you know so much about it?"
    "You can see his trousers going round and round in the machine."
    "It isn't going round and round. It's still filling up with water." Danielle stared at Fluffy, who was bending over to stare through the window of the washing machine. "Your arse is fucking enormous!"
    Fluffy straightened up with difficulty. "I know."
    "And your tits! Show me them properly. I want to see how big they are without your bra."
    "What, in here? What if your dad comes downstairs?"
    "Oh, he won't mind," said Danielle craftily. "I think he enjoys looking at tits; he looks at mine a lot, like out of the corner of his eye. So, seeing as how you must be twice as big as me, he'd probably shoot his load all over yours!"
    How much did Danielle know, Fluffy wondered. "Twice as big?" she said. "These are tons more than twice as big as yours."
    "Show me, then. If dad comes downstairs we can tell him you spilled something on your shirt. You have, anyway, look. There's a stain just there." Danielle reached out and felt the sleek material around the side of Fluffy's left breast. "It's wet. Where did it come from?" She leaned closer to investigate more thoroughly.
    "I sneezed just before you came downstairs. A blob of snot must have landed on my boob."
    Danielle looked disgusted. "Right round there? How can you sneeze round corners?" Her face was on a level with Fluffy's shirt, and she suddenly pulled it aside to thrust her nose right into her cleavage. Five seconds later, she emerged, red-faced. "You've got cum all over your tits! That's a cum stain on your blouse."
    "Cum?"
    "Don't give me that innocent stuff. You know what cum is, and I've swallowed enough of it to know what it smells like. But that means..."
    "I don't know what you're talking about."
    "Unless you've got a boy in here..."
    "Of course I haven't!"
    "Then that means ... Fluffy, you pervert! My dad!"
    "I'm not a pervert!"
    "My dad isn't, either. He wouldn't ejaculate over a young girl's tits!" She stared at Fluffy, shaking her head. The game was clearly up, as Fluffy's crimson blushes made abundantly clear. "You let my dad do that?" Danielle's eyes were huge as she considered this awful yet somehow wildly erotic scenario. She squeezed the crotch of her jeans. "What else ... did he ... try to fuck you?"
    Fluffy thought about that one for a moment. "No," she said with absolute conviction.
    "Well, thank God for that, at least. I couldn't stand it if my own dad had ... with my bestest friend."
    The kitchen door opened and Mr Devonshire came in. Had he heard anything? Danielle's voice was piercing enough at the best of times, even when she wasn't trying to make herself heard above the sound of the washing machine. "Hello, Mr Devonshire."
    "Hello, Fluffy," he said, for all the world as if he hadn't just spent the night with her — to say nothing of spending a significant sum on her intimate wardrobe in the past twenty-four hours. "I just came down to see if the washing was done."
    "It's only been in there ten minutes," Fluffy reminded him. "We'll hang it out to dry, won't we, Dan?"
    "Will we?" Danielle was looking at her father with an appalled expression. She was looking at his crotch, mostly, Fluffy observed, but that was reasonable enough under the circumstances. Not for the obvious reason that Mr Devonshire's pale tan trousers were so well-filled. What had Danielle's attention was the stain which had spread down one leg almost to his knee. He must have been tucking himself away more tidily, the way he did quite regularly, and somehow he had failed to notice the leakage.
    "Hey, Mr Devonshire," said Fluffy, taking his arm and steering him out into the garden. "You've got a fucking great wet patch of cum down your leg," she hissed. "And Dan's guessed about us! Wow, Danielle," she added loudly for the sake of her friend. "We'd better bring the washing in to make room for the next load. I'll bring this sheet, you get the towels."
    Mr Devonshire bleated and escaped indoors, walking with his legs akimbo.
    Danielle shook her head in disbelief. "Fluffy!"
    "You've got a wet patch round the cunt of your jeans," Fluffy pointed out helpfully.

"No, Fluffy, Danielle will see..."
    "No she won't. She's having a poo. She always takes twenty minutes. My breasts hurt, Mr Devonshire, they want you to rub them better."
    "Stop it!" he hissed with an anxious glance over the girl's shoulder towards the bathroom door.
    Fluffy pulled her shoulders back and wobbled her fantasy chest under his nose. "Suck my big nipples, Ray. Make them enormous again. No, they're enormous already, make them even more enormous. They really really hurt. They feel as if I'm going to need another bra tomorrow. Shall we call Gerard now, or wait until we see how big they are in the morning?"
    "You can't still be growing!"
    "Why not? There's no law that says a girl only has to grow so much and then she has to stop. And I haven't stopped, 'cos of how they feel. They feel full. I wish it was milk they were full of, so you could have drinkies."
    "No, Fluffy. And button your shirt."
    "Oooh, have the buttons come undone? Have I got the buttons in the right holes? You've got to get things in the right holes, Mr Devonshire..." She unbuttoned her shirt completely and began elaborately counting the buttons.
    "Put them away, please!"
    "My hole's sore, too, Mr Devonshire! You're so huge and thick, you've stretched Fluffy's pussy-hole. Why don't you kiss it better?" She forgot her shirt buttons and began fidgeting with the fastening of her pants. A gleam came into her eye. "Is your willie sore too, trying to push it into Fluffy's pussy-hole? I suppose I must have a pretty big pussy-hole, if you could get that thing into it. All the way in. In and out and in and out? Let likkoo Fwuffy kiss it better for you. In the bedroom!" And she propelled him backwards through the bedroom door with such sudden determination that he slammed against the bed with the back of his knees and sprawled on his back. "It's okay, we'll hear Dan when she finishes her poo. There, Ray's little willie's getting big again. Ray's big willie's getting gigantic!" She reached behind her and deftly unhooked her bra, releasing its monstrous load.
    "Oh, no!" Mr Devonshire groaned as he felt her fingers attacking his crotch.
    "Wow, look at it!" The object of Fluffy's attention reared its throbbing head until she enveloped it with tons of warm, soft flesh. For half a minute or so, she rocked gently to and fro, comfortingly, comfortably. Then she scrambled to her feet, quickly buttoned herself up, crossed the room and perched her bottom on the window sill.
    "Dad! What are you doing?"
    "Danielle!" Mr Devonshire sat up and dragged the sheet across his rampant genitalia. He stared around the room, empty apart from the two of them.
    "What's the matter, Ray?" Fluffy giggled, changing back to her own voice. "She's still in the bathroom. Have you got a guilty secret, darling?" She slid off the window-sill and swayed over to the bed, then crawled towards him, pulling aside the sheet and planting a little wet kiss on his bulbous tip. Her bra-less breasts hung massively in her shirt. "I think she's finished," she whispered. "You'd better cover yourself up!"
    She tossed the sheet over him again, then rolled off the bed and hurried out of the bedroom. By the time the bathroom door burst open and Danielle came out, Fluffy was at the bottom of the stairs, folding towels and trilling a song.
    "Dad! What are you doing?"
    There was a neigh of terror and Mr Devonshire disappeared backwards into his bedroom, clutching at his vital organs through the rumpled bed sheet. At the same time, Danielle's footsteps went pattering across the landing and her bedroom door slammed.
    "Gosh!" Fluffy gathered up an armful of washing and scuttled upstairs. "What happened?" she whispered, putting her head round Mr Devonshire's bedroom door.
    "Don't come in here again," he pleaded, hopping around just inside the door. "I thought she'd finished in the bathroom so I went out there."
    "So what? You both live here, you don't hide from one another, do you?"
    "I do when I've got a hard-on like this bugger, and it's all your fault. Look at the bloody thing!" He pulled the sheet aside. "It won't go down."
    "I can make it go down, Ray!" Fluffy chirped happily as she fell to her knees. "Put it in here." She offered her cleavage, bouncing her breasts around with both hands.
    "Shhh! She'll hear you if you shout like that."
    "I'm not shouting. Come on, stick it in between my tits. Hey, I called them tits. Do you mind when I use filthy words, Mr Devonshire? Tits! Pussy-hole! Cunt. Cunty-cunty-cunty-cunty-fuck!"
    "Fluffy, go downstairs. I ... I'll see you later, okay? Promise! Now I've got to get rid of this hard-on."
    "Are you going to have a wank, Mr Devonshire? Oops, sorry! That's another filthy word. I'm a dirty, tarty, slutty, slaggy little girl. With fucking huge tits." She backed out of the room and went downstairs, discovering when she arrived in the kitchen that she had brought the towels back down with her.

"Can I stay with you tonight, Dan? We could go into Brocklehurst in the morning. Town's good on Saturdays."
    Danielle adjusted her bikini top. It looked baggy on her, somehow, and she seemed unhappy with it. The two girls were sprawled on towels in the back garden. Mr Devonshire had made an excuse and gone out in the car.
    "Okay," said Danielle without great enthusiasm. She pulled at her bikini bra again, hoisting her breasts from beneath. "I'll have to ask Dad, first."
    "He won't mind. Nor will my mum, if I ask her. What's up with your top, Dan?"
    "It's funny. It fitted me okay on holiday. My boobs can't have got smaller. In fact, I know they haven't. But this top, it's so loose."
    "It must have stretched in the wash," said Fluffy, biting her lower lip. This was the bikini she had borrowed yesterday. Surely she hadn't stretched it as much as that?
    "Things don't stretch in the wash, they shrink. Besides, it hasn't been washed yet. I wore it once on holiday but didn't dare wear it on the beach. These strings go right up your arse."
    Fluffy felt even more uncomfortable now she knew the sordid details of where that bikini bottom had been before she wore it. She wondered what Danielle would do if she knew what had happened to her new beachwear yesterday. It was just as well Mr Devonshire hadn't dumped a load of cum in the cups of this bikini top the way he did in Fluffy's old bra.
    Danielle regarded Fluffy over the top of her sun glasses. Then she took her sun glasses off and put her ordinary glasses on. "When d'you get that 'kini, Fluff?"
    "Yesterday. It nearly still fits"
    "It looks obscene. You're hanging out of it."
    "Sorry! I've grown since then." She rested her elbows on the ground and held her chin in her hands, but there was simply no disguising the mighty swell of her breasts. They were squeezing out everywhere. It was anyone's guess what her backside looked like, and Fluffy wasn't about to look. "That's why I need to go shopping tomorrow. I need a bigger one."
    "You can't afford a new one. Anyway, why buy a new bikini in the middle of August? You're not going to the seaside again this summer. And you're too fat for a bikini anyway," she added, sotto voce but not sotto enough.
    Fluffy chose to ignore this home truth. "I might. You don't know. Anyway, Discoveries might give me a new one for free. They gave me a new bra when my last one got too small for me."
    "Yeah, what's the story about that? You said you bought a new bra yesterday and it was too small? And your bra woman was a man?"
    "Yeah, Gerard. You know I was an H-cup before you went away?"
    "Tell me about it."
    "I am. Well that bra got tight, so I saw Gerard and he measured me and said I wanted an L-cup."
    "L? But you said you're an S! He couldn't have been as wrong as that. It's..." As usual, Danielle's brain encountered numbers and switched itself off.
    "About seven or eight inches," said Fluffy. "That's how much I grew overnight. Well, not exactly overnight, I was growing the whole time, but it was fifty-five or something this morning. So we went back and..."
    "You and your mum? Why didn't she tell him to get himself sorted? He can't even read a tape measure."
    "He can," Fluffy insisted with a sigh. "I was still growing. I probably still am. If I stay tonight, you'll see tomorrow. If I'm still growing, I'll be even bigger than this. You could measure me tonight and again in the morning."
    "What makes you think I'd want to measure your fucking great udders?" Danielle mumbled, her eyes downcast. "They were okay when they were only an H-cup, although they were a bit too big then. Don't you think they're more than a bit too big now, Fluffy? Like about..." she counted on her fingers and came up with an answer. "Six sizes?"
    "I like them," Fluffy admitted simply. "They make me feel horny and they look sexy. I bet the boys will think so tomorrow in town. And it's not six sizes, it's more like twelve!"
    "Huh!"

'Another disastrous day for England's cricketers today as the tourists rattled up a further five hundred and thirty-seven runs to add to their overnight total of two hundred and seventeen, still without losing a wicket. This record-breaking opening partnership of seven-hundred and fifty-four without loss is the highest ever total since...' Fluffy jabbed at the remote in despair.
    "You haven't got a nightie," Danielle snapped at her. "You'll have to go home and fetch one."
    "I could borrow one of yours."
    "You are not wearing one of mine, Florence. I shouldn't be surprised if you'd been trying my new bikini on, the way the top's all stretched out of shape."
    "I don't need a nightie anyway."
    "You do! What if you have to go to the bathroom during the night and you bump into my dad?"
    The thought appealed greatly to Fluffy but she disguised her feelings. "Maybe I could borrow the top half of one of his pairs of pyjamas," she suggested.
    "He doesn't wear any," said Danielle, then she frowned. "That's funny. There was a pair in the wash."
    "I know, I saw them. I bet I could get into the top of those. Just about, anyway. Where did you put them?"
    "In the airing cupboard with the towels. You can't wear that!" Danielle was outraged. "What if he saw you?"
    "Better than letting him see these!" Fluffy took an enormous breath and thrust out her chest. Danielle groaned and hid her face in her hands and Fluffy breathed out quickly. There had been an ominous creaking noise from her less-than-twelve-hours-old bra and something seemed to have come very seriously adrift inside her sweater. She hadn't seen Mr Devonshire since tea-time and there had been no opportunity to take him up on his earlier promise. Fluffy needed him between her tits again, at the very least. Maybe tonight. He had agreed airily to Danielle's formal request for her bestest friend to spend the night, then had disappeared down into his workshop in the basement. They could still hear him hammering away down there.
    "You'll have to tell your mum to bring a nightie round here tomorrow morning. You'll just have to keep out of my dad's way tonight."
    Fluffy looked away nervously. She was starting to get just a little bit worried about what her mother would say when she saw all this tit that had arrived in such an absurdly short time. "I don't know. She might be too busy."
    "Let's go up to my room," said Danielle. "We can watch telly up there. I've got a good video." She tried an elaborate wink, but failed and had to hold one eye shut with a finger. "You know? Good?"
    Fluffy yawned as she got up. "Where did you get it?" She stretched, her arms above her head, bringing them down again smartly as she felt her left breast burst out of the underside of her bra and plummet down about a foot.
    Danielle groaned again. "I pinched it from my mum's drawer. I haven't seen it yet, but it's called Huge Horny Lovers."
    "What's it about?" Fluffy tried to pull her bra back into position but something had undoubtedly broken. "Have you got a needle and thread up there?"
    Danielle's lip curled. "I don't do sewing. My mum does all that stuff."
    "You'd better learn a bit quick, then. Or see if your dad knows how. I think I need to stitch this bra together."
    "Your new one? You've busted out of an S-cup bra? Mum's got a sewing box in her bedroom. I'll get it. Come on."
    Fluffy followed her friend upstairs and went into the bedroom. Fortunately, Danielle had a double bed, a big comfortable one. She sat on it and bounced up and down, parts of her bouncing more than others. She'd take her sweater off and have a look at the damage, but she'd wait until Danielle came in. There'd be no harm in Danielle's having a look as well.
    "Got it," said Danielle, placing a little basketwork hamper on the bed. Fluffy began searching for needles. "I found something else as well," said Danielle in one of her dangerous voices.
    "Something else?"
    "This. Is it yours?" And she held up a bra, far too large to be one of her own. Far bigger even than one of Mrs Devonshire's. Pretty well too big for anyone.
    "I think so. It's that tiny little L-cup one I got yesterday." Fluffy was blushing hotly. "I was looking for that everywhere."
    "It was in my mum's bottom drawer." Danielle held it up as if thinking of trying it on, then she changed her mind and tossed it to Fluffy. At least, she tried to. One broad shoulder strap caught on her thumb, and instead of the bra sailing neatly across the room, it performed a crisp loop-the-loop and whirled back round, one cup settling neatly over Danielle's head. It was a remarkably good fit, Fluffy observed. Which was when she realised that her friend appeared to be in a state of some agitation. Danielle tore the bra off her face and peered inside. "It's soaking wet! It's wet inside this cup! It's ... it's..." She shook her head in disbelief. "No, it can't be!"
    "I sneezed into it earlier," Fluffy explained hopelessly. "I've got a bit of a cold and I didn't have a hanky, and I felt this big sneeze coming on, so I did it in the cup of my bra."
    "Which you just happened to have in your hand at the time? While you were in my dad's bedroom? Then of course, you hid this bra-full of snot in my mum's bottom drawer?"
    "I s'pose so."
    "When was this?"
    "Oh, this morning sometime..."
    "I see." Danielle poked a finger into the bra cup. "Just one sneeze, was it? You didn't blow your nose in here as well? There's loads of it, Fluff."
    "It was a big sneeze," said Fluffy weakly.
    "Yeah, it must've been." Poor Danielle looked so defeated.
    "I wish it would still fit me," said Fluffy hurriedly. "This one's broken. They'll exchange it tomorrow but you know what it means, don't you? An S-cup isn't big enough for me any more. I knew I was still growing. I wonder if I've reached Z yet? What happens when you reach Z, anyway?"
    "They stop making bras for you," Danielle snarled angrily. "It means you're too big."
    "Too big? Is that possible?"
    "Of course it's possible. Look at you. Mine are perfect. D-cups are the perfect size. Yours ... they're ... just horrible!"
    "Do you want to see them?"
    "Yes, please!"
    "I didn't think you'd want to, if they're too big."
    "I still want to see."
    Fluffy peeled off her sweater, hearing a gasp from her friend while her head was still buried inside. "It won't come off! My sweater's caught on something."
    "It's hooked on your bra. Wow, bloody hell!"
    "Never mind bloody hell, get it loose!"
    "You should see what's happened to it, Fluff!"
    "I want to, but I can't while I'm stuck in here. Let me out, Dan!" She felt Danielle's hands roaming around, not making much of a contribution to getting the sweater off Fluffy's head. She poked about the right bra cup, which still felt more or less in the right place, then she seemed to find the left one far more interesting.
    "Your tit's come right out the bottom of this one. You know that big wire thing, only it's not wire, that spring thing that goes around the bottom of your tit? Well that's split the material and come out and got hooked on your sweater."
    "Pull it out, then!"
    "I can't, unless you want a hole in your sweater. Hang on. How's that?"
    Fluffy tried, wriggling her head around. "It's working. Try again."
    "This tit's enormous! It hangs right down way past your belly button. And I've never seen a nipple like this before."
    "Stop describing it and let me out of here. Ouch, thanks." The sweater suddenly came off and she sat on the bed trying to flatten down her hair. Then she happened to glance down at herself. "Fuck me, I'm enormous!"
    "That's what I've been trying to tell you."
    "Yeah, but ... I wasn't this big this morning in the bra shop. I can't have grown this much in a day!"
    "Why not? You were bragging that you'd grown ten inches since yesterday."
    "I know, but most of that was last night in bed. This is all while I've been walking around. In fact, most of it must be in the last couple of hours. What's causing it?"
    "I dunno, do I? How much have you grown? How many inches?"
    "I can't see from up here. When they grow, they grow downwards."
    "Stand up."
    "Are you going to measure me?"
    "No, I'm just going to look at them. Fucking hell! This one that's hanging out, it dangles right down to the top of your panties!"
    "They both would if you took the other one out. You might as well, this bra's totally fucked."
    "Is that what happened to your other one, too? Is that why it's half full of cum?"
    "Dan! I told you..."
    "Yeah, I know. What was it like, Fluff?"
    The blood drained from Fluffy's cheeks. "What was what like?"
    "With my dad? Did he...?"
    "Did he what?
    "Oh, come on, Fluff! How long has he been fucking you?" The enormity of her own question had made Danielle turn bright crimson.
    "He hasn't!"
    "He hasn't?"
    "No. I fucked him. Last night. And once or twice yesterday..."
    "You ... fucked him? But he's..."
    "Huge?"
    "He's not just huge, he's vast! It's embarrassing. When he wears those shorts, I can't look at him without feeling icky." Danielle was breathing heavily and touching herself. "Did it hurt?"
    "Yeah, a bit. Well, quite a lot, in fact, but a nice hurt. I can still feel it now. I s'pose I must have an extra big cunt or something."
    "Fluffy! That's horrible! What are we going to do?"
    "What do you mean, do?"
    "He's raped you. He'll have to go to jail. I'll be an orphan!" Right on cue, tears jetted out of Danielle's eyes and down her cheeks to drip on the floor.
    "He didn't! I did it to him. He can't go to jail for that."
    In the brief silence, a police car yelped its way along the main road half a mile away and the girls waited breathlessly until they were sure it had gone safely past the end of the cul de sac.
    "I won't tell anybody," said Fluffy. "He's sweet. He buys me bras."
    "He bought you that?"
    "Not really. He bought yesterday's, and this one was free. So I suppose it was all right for him to wank into that one. It's his, after all." She held out her arms to her little friend. "Come here, Dan. No, wait a minute. Let me get this useless thing off, first. Now come and have a big cuddle with Fluff!"