Fluffy Duffy and the Devonshire Affair
A fantasy in many parts by
A x o l o t l
© 2001 Axolotl
9
Eating for Two
"Yeah, I know!" Danielle was never at her best before midday. She poked her nose out from under the sheets and watched as Fluffy sprang out of the bed, paused to recover her balance, then strode across to the window. Fluffy grinned as her friend pulled the sheet over her head, then began to count seconds to herself. Ten, fifteen, twenty...
The sheet was flung back and a white-faced Danielle sat bolt upright, pointing a finger weakly at her.
"You ... your...!"
"Oh, you noticed!"
Danielle rubbed her eyes as if it might make Fluffy smaller again. "How could I not notice! Look at them!"
"Don't exaggerate, they're not that much bigger. You should have seen them yesterday morning!"
"They're still bigger, Fluff! They stick out more sideways."
Fluffy raised her arms above her head and took a deep breath. "How far down do they hang now?"
Danielle giggled nervously. "It's no good trying to hold them up that way. They're tons too heavy for that. They're way down past the top of your panties, even when you hold your arms up in the air. At least, they would be down past the top of your panties, if you were wearing any. They're right down to your fuzz. And what happened to your pyjama top? I mean, my dad's pyjama top?"
"I must have left it somewhere. The bathroom, probably. It was too tight, anyway. I could hardly breathe in it last night. I doubt if the button holes would reach the buttons this morning. Or if the buttons would reach the holes..." She changed the subject, realising exactly where she had left her top at five in the morning. "Let's get breakfast and go into town nice and early. Then we can do our shopping and have a walk round."
Danielle groaned and her head disappeared beneath the sheet again. She came up, literally for air, after about ten seconds. "It stinks in here," she admitted.
"Get up, then, and have a shower."
Danielle narrowed her eyes. "What about you?"
"I had one earlier. I couldn't sleep. These were hurting me. Well, not hurting, more kind of tingling and throbbing like when they grow."
"They can't still be growing, Fluffy!"
"Why not?" Fluffy tilted her head to one side, puzzled. "I'm a growing girl; why should they suddenly stop now?" She grabbed a corner of the sheet and pulled. Danielle pulled her knees up and jerked her hands away from her crotch in a hurry. "Oops, sorry! You should have said you were playing with yourself, Dan!"
"I wasn't!" She straightened her legs when she realised that her glistening pussy was winking at Fluffy, then tried to pull her T-shirt down to cover herself. It didn't really work.
"It's all right, I won't tell anyone. I'll go downstairs and make coffee while you're finishing yourself off and having a shower. I'll take your dad a mug, too." Fluffy's nipples instantly doubled in size. "He likes it nice and milky, doesn't he? See you downstairs."
"You can't take coffee in to my dad dressed like that!"
"Dressed like what? Dressed? I'm naked, Danielle!"
"That's what I mean." Danielle swung her legs out of the bed and grabbed at the sheet again. She wasn't usually as bashful in front of her girlfriend. "And what about your clothes? What are you wearing to go into Brocklehurst? You won't be able to get into that sweater."
Fluffy frowned. That had been worrying her, too, although for slightly different reasons. Danielle was concerned about being seen with — and overshadowed by — another girl with such a stupefyingly huge bust. Fluffy was simply worried that she wouldn't find anything big enough to contain her chest. Her bikini would still just about cover her areolae, but by no stretch of the imagination could it be described as decent. She doubted if she could walk more than ten yards without everything falling out of it. The bus driver would never let her on the bus like that. Bus drivers were funny about such things.
"I've thought of something," said Danielle with a crafty gleam in her eye. "Something of my mum's, if it's still in her wardrobe." She stood up and hurriedly swapped her sheet for a bath towel. "Wrap yourself in this sheet until you've made the coffee."
Fluffy wrinkled her nose. "This stinks," she protested. "And what's this big wet patch?"
Danielle blushed. "Nothing! It's just a little spot of damp."
"It's right across the end of my tit," Fluffy corrected her, stretching the sopping wet sheet against her swollen moon. "Look at it! It looks as if I've started giving milk. You're a dirty little cow, Dan! I'll need a shower after this. How can I take a cup of coffee in to your dad? What if he asks what this huge wet patch is? Shall I tell him it's his darling daughter's pussy-juice?"
"Just you dare! Turn it round so it's at the back." Danielle fled to the bathroom.
"This coffee's cold," Danielle complained.
Fluffy lay back on the bed and stretched. "It wasn't when I brought it up. You've been in the bathroom half an hour. What were you doing in there, having another wank?"
"Doing my hair. Where's that sheet gone?"
"I must have left it somewhere." Fluffy blushed when she remembered where she had left it. There'd soon be enough for another washing machine load in Mr Devonshire's bedroom. Hurriedly she ducked her head and licked a stray droplet of semen from halfway down her cleavage then began a search for more. "What about this thing of your mum's. She hasn't got anything that would fit me. She's not much bigger than you are."
"She's a 36F," said Danielle.
"That's what I mean."
"I'll fetch it."
"Mind you don't wake your dad. He was asleep when I took him his coffee in. I had to wake him up."
"Then I won't be waking him up, will I?"
"He went to sleep again afterwards," Fluffy muttered.
Danielle looked fresh and much less unhygienic in her bathrobe. Almost virginal again. "I'll go and fetch it," she said. "You can have a shower now. I'm sure you need it."
The dress was lying on the bed when Fluffy came back, towelling her hair. "What's that?" she asked. "A floral patterned tent?"
"It's a pregnant dress. Mum wore it when she was having me."
Fluffy held up the billowing garment. "What did she keep it for? Was she thinking of having a bigger family?"
"Maybe. She never said. She never threw it away. There's enough material in it to make about forty bikinis."
"Speak for yourself. I'll never be able to get into this." Fluffy floated it up in the air and dropped it over her head. Surprisingly, there was quite a bit of room under there. Her head came out through the neck-hole.
"Put it on properly!" Danielle smirked. "It will fit!"
"I can't go out looking like this," said Fluffy, pulling the generously-proportioned smock down her front."
"You can't go out without it! Nothing else will fit you, until you can get to a shop. And you've got to get to a shop to get a new bra before you do yourself a permanent injury."
"But I look pregnant!"
"That's okay, you probably are by now anyway. If we see anyone we know, you can explain, can't you? Right, I'm ready, and the bus is due in five minutes. You always take so long to do everything. Got your old bra? Good. Better put your sweater in the bag, and some jeans. What else? Shoes? You're not wearing shoes, Fluff! I bet you can't put your own shoes on any more. You certainly can't see them! Let mummy Dan put Fluffy's little shoesies on for her!"
"Hello, Danielle! Not seen you for a while. Good holiday?"
"Hi, Miss Twizzell. Yes, thanks."
"And who's this?" The bra-maker's already disapproving expression became even more forbidding as she took in Fluffy's appearance and regrettable condition.
"Florence Duffy," said Fluffy. "I'm already a Discoveries customer." She held up her plastic carrier bag.
"Hmm! From one of our other branches. Well, you'd better come into the back room. How can I help you? I don't suppose you'll want a cup of tea?"
"No thanks," said Fluffy. "I've got a bit of a problem."
"Yes, you could say that," said Miss Twizzell, turning a stern glare upon her mound. "What did you say the name was? Riordan?"
"No, Duffy."
"I knew it was something like that." Miss Twizzell frowned and crouched over the computer keyboard, finally reaching out a finger and stabbing at the spacebar. She sat back as the screen lit up, holding up both her hands as if to ward off evil spirits. None materialised, and she felt encouraged to type 'Duffy' into the machine.
"You have to press 'Enter'," said Fluffy, ever helpful.
"I know that," Miss Twizzell snapped. "Come on, machine!"
"No, 'Enter', that was 'Esc'. Like this." She leaned forward, held some of her bust out of the way with one arm, retyped the name and hit the right key. A gratifying screenful of text spewed out.
"It works!" Miss Twizzell was filled with wonder. "What's your address?"
"Read it! It's all there."
Miss Twizzell reached for her glasses, which dangled round her neck on a chain. "Let me see. You've been here before."
"I know. Veronica served me. And Gerard, over at that other place."
"Good." Miss Twizzell spun round on her chair. "What seems to be the trouble? You'll be needing a maternity bra. How much longer...?" She stopped, uncertain of herself, looked Fluffy up and down, then slowly rotated back to the monitor again. With a last, nervous glance over her shoulder, she concentrated closely on the screen, then propelled her chair violently backwards. It went rather further than she had perhaps intended, and the girls watched anxiously as she shot past them across the room, out of control. "Damned machine's up the creek," she said, when she had come safely to a halt. "Isn't it? Those are somebody else's details."
"No," said Fluffy. "That's my address and everything."
"But..."
"What's wrong with it?"
"The measurements are all wrong. The machine's got them mixed up with somebody else's."
Fluffy peered at the screen. "It's right. Those are my old measurements, and those are the ones Gerard took yesterday morning."
"Don't be silly!" Miss Twizzell approached the computer again, prepared to eject if necessary.
"The figures are wrong. Not only is there a huge discrepancy between yesterday's figures and the previous ones, only a day before; there's an equally large difference between those and the ones from..." she squinted at the numbers "...last week. And none of the figures are those of a pregnant woman. Girl."
Fluffy tugged at her dress. "That's because I'm not pregnant. This is all me. Look." She dug into the bag and pulled out her day-old bra. "That's yesterday's."
Miss Twizzell overcame her technophobia. "We have technology, you know!" She proudly picked up her bar-code reader and flourished it over the bra label. The computer bleeped. "You see?" She began hammering on the side of the monitor. "Something's really up the shit with this thing this morning!"
Fluffy sighed. She grasped the two sides of the dress and pulled upwards. After a lengthy struggle, she re-emerged into the daylight, to see Danielle's flushed, bright-eyed face — and the bra-maker still intent on her information technology.
"Hel-lo?"
Miss Twizzell spun round and her hands came up to her face. "Fucking hellfire!" she said, making both girls blush with the sheer unexpectedness of it. "You've got..."
"Bigger?"
"Tits!" Miss Twizzell completed her sentence.
"Bigger tits," Fluffy confirmed, wagging her old bra. "This doesn't fit me any more."
"Of course it doesn't, it's only a 38S, you silly! I can see from here, you're far bigger than that!"
Fluffy nudged her friend. "I'm far bigger," she whispered. "Does that mean I'm past the end of the alphabet?"
"That will be it if you are," hissed Danielle. "She won't be able to make a bra for you."
"Course she will." Fluffy suddenly didn't feel so certain. "There must be lots of girls with bigger tits than these." She glanced at Miss Twizzell, still occupied with the computer, apparently in denial.
"I've never seen one," said Danielle. "They're getting ridiculous, dangling right down there."
"Down where?" Fluffy couldn't see.
"They're past your pussy now. I bet you could stick both your nipples in there."
"What for?"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot, you're used to something much bigger!"
"Shush, you two! I'm trying to concentrate." Miss Twizzell thumped the monitor again and the phone rang, making her leap back in alarm. After half a dozen more rings, she picked it up, holding it well away from her ear in case it exploded. "Hello?"
She looked blank for a few moments then moved closer to the phone.
"Gerard? Hello. It's Gerard," she relayed to the girls, who had forgotten their feud and were trying to stifle their giggles. "Yes, she's here, how did you guess?" She listened again. "How did you know that?" She turned to the girls again. "He knew I was looking at your file on the computer! What? Her father? Okay. All right, I will." She replaced the phone rather tetchily. "Mr Duffy just called Gerard's shop," she explained. "Gerard's going to get him to call here."
"Your dad?" said Danielle to the confused and embarrassed Fluffy. "But isn't he away at work all the time?"
The phone rang again. "Hello? Yes, she's here." But instead of handing the phone to Fluffy, Miss Twizzell gave it to Danielle. "Now there's a coincidence! It's Mr Devonshire!"
"Hello, daddy." Danielle listened for several seconds, going bright red. "What?" The phone slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor as she stood there for a second before dashing out of the room. Fluffy turned her back as she picked up the phone, cupped both hands round the mouthpiece and spoke in a whisper.
"Hello? It's me this time. You daft git, what did you give your real name for?"
"I forgot!"
"And what did you say to Danielle?"
"Don't ask! What's she doing now?"
"She ran off to the toilet, red as a beetroot. What did you want, anyway? I'm standing here stark naked."
"Fluffy!" There was a sound of heavy breathing. "How big are they now?"
"You should know, you had a good enough view when you shot your load between them this morning!"
"I was half asleep this morning."
"I don't know, anyway. Miss Twizzell — she's the boss here — she hasn't got around to measuring them yet. They might be too big. Dan says they're way down past my knickers, and they're a whole lot wider than yesterday."
"Jeez, Fluffy!"
"I've got to go."
"How much is it going to cost?"
"I don't know. Maybe nothing. She hasn't said."
"Get her to call me."
"But Danielle will hear everything ... Here, speak to Miss Twizzell..." She handed the phone over and strolled across to the full length mirror. Danielle had been right. They were immense now. They'd been immense yesterday. Now, they were getting silly. Where had it all come from? Maybe if she stopped eating for a few days? Too late now, those things weren't going to go away. Fluffy wanted her mummy...
Miss Twizzell put down the phone and raised an eyebrow. "Mr Devonshire wants to pay for your bra. He seemed rather anxious not to let Danielle know. Oh, dear! Why do things have to be so complicated? Why can't I just quietly get on with making extra large-sized foundation garments?" She sighed and pulled herself together. "Come over here then, girl. What on earth have you been eating?"
"Two hours? We can't walk around for two hours." Danielle was back in grumpy mode again.
"We can't sit in Miss Twizzell's for two hours, that's for sure. Let's get a burger or something."
"You had that huge breakfast half an hour ago! It's a wonder you can still walk."
"I'm hungry again. I've got to keep my strength up."
"It's all going to those giant tits of yours. They'll never stop growing if you eat like a pig."
They stopped in front of the window and Fluffy eyed the shiny laminated pictures of instant food. "Just a burger, Dan!" she pleaded. "And coffee. You can have a coffee or a drink, just to keep me company. There'll be boys in there!"
"Boys! I'm finished with boys!"
"Dan?"
But they went in nonetheless, and ordered two Jumbo cheeseburgers with large fries, a wedge of apple and blackcurrant pie, a king-size espresso, a maxi banana shake and a large Coke. Fluffy had an extra burger to eat while she was waiting.
"Don't you want anything, Dan?"
"I can have a sip of your Coke. Look at all that lot, it's obscene!"
She didn't have to look at it long. It had disappeared in about a minute and a half. Danielle wasn't looking at it anyway. She kicked Fluffy's ankle under the table.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"Don't look now." She jerked her thumb across the room. "You see who I see?"
"How can I see, you just told me not to look."
"Look quick, they're leaving. There!"
"It's only those Davison twins from school."
Sal and Sandi Davison were a pair of endlessly tall and shapely girls who were due to leave and go to university in year's time. Danielle was intensely jealous of them.
"Bitches!" she almost spat.
"What's the matter with them? They're all right."
"They've got bigger tits than me."
"So have I!"
"That's not the point. If it hadn't been for you, I'd have the biggest tits in the school — if it wasn't for them. So when they left, I'd be the biggest and I'd still only be fifteen. I'd have the biggest tits in the school for another two years."
"Two years? Who are you kidding? By the time you've collected enough Ds to go to college, you'll be older than your dad. At the rate you're going, you'll be back in the infants' class in two years' time. Anyway, it doesn't matter now. I'm the biggest."
"You don't count; you're not just ordinary big, you're mammoth. Me and those Davisons, we're big but we're normal. But that wasn't what I meant. Did you see what they were wearing?"
"Dresses, same as me. So what?"
"Pregnant dresses, exactly, same as you! They're pregnant."
"They can't be, not both of them at the same time." Fluffy stuffed the last of the cheeseburger into her mouth and gave a foxy grin as she used her straw to stir her milkshake. "Maybe they're just growing extra huge tits."
"Nah, they're in the club, I bet. You know what they're like."
"Like what? They do it, you mean? You do it! All the girls at school do it. When we can, anyway."
"Jeez, you were a virgin until this week!"
"Well I'm certainly not now."
Danielle suddenly felt uncomfortable with the subject. "Have you finished yet?" She watched the last of the milkshake disappear with a lengthy gurgle into Fluffy's straw. "Let's follow them."
"Follow the Davison twins? What for? Where to?"
"We don't know where to, that's the point of following them, isn't it?" Danielle was already out of her seat and heading for the door. A chorus of hoarse teenage male voices pursued her little wiggling bottom, instantly silenced when Fluffy got up, clutching her paper cup of Coke, and wobbled massively past their table. "Listen to those little pigs!" snarled Danielle.
"I can't hear anything."
"Exactly! They all yelled after me, then you got up and shook your fat tits at them and they all shut up. They're obsessed with tits. Boys are so immature!"
Fluffy supposed they were. After all, if they were eventually going to grow up into immature, tit-obsessed men, it made sense that they had to start out as tit-obsessed, immature boys.
"Where are they?" Danielle looked up at Fluffy. "I can't see past all these people."
"Not far in front. This is ridiculous, following those two. We'll probably end up at the bus station."
"Or the birth control clinic."
"Too late for that, I should think, if they're pregnant. They're crossing the street. Shall we keep following from this side? Tell you what, you run on ahead and pretend to be looking in a shop window, while I cross over and follow them. Then if they turn off down a side street or go back the way they've come, you can take over."
"What if they get on a bus?"
"Call me."
"How? I'm the only one with a mobile phone."
"That's all right, we can both come back here, stand on opposite sides of the street and blink a message to each other in Morse code."
"I don't know any Morse code."
"That's all right, nor do I."
"You're not taking this seriously. Where are they now?" Danielle tried jumping up and down. She stopped, clutching her bouncing chest. Fluffy watched her with a little grin of infinite superiority before looking round for their quarry again.
"They're outside the post office. Maybe they're going to collect their Family Income Supplement."
"They don't get that 'til they've had their babies."
"No, s'okay, they haven't gone in, they've carried on. Hey, Dan, I've just had a thought."
"Keep an eye on them! Sometimes I wish I wasn't quite so short."
"You could try riding a horse."
"I couldn't follow girls on horseback! They'd be able to see me."
"If you'd asked them, we could have walked along with them, 'stead of skulking along like spies. Anyway, it doesn't matter, I think I've worked out where they're going."
"We've got to keep following them. They could be on to us."
"They could be. Whatever, we're all going to the same place anyway."
"What?"
Fluffy stopped, and the crowd of cursing shoppers parted miraculously like the Red Sea. "They've gone in there."
"Miss Twizzell's?"
"Of course. Why not? If they're growing extra huge tits, it makes sense. Come on, Dan!"
Danielle hung back. "We can't follow them in there!"
"Why not? We're going to Miss Twizzell's ourselves. You might fancy walking all the way back to the burger shop, but you're not carrying an enormous pair of titties dangling right down to your private parts, Danielle." And she strode across the street as the traffic screeched to a halt from both directions, unable to believe its eyes.
"You're disgusting, Florence," Danielle muttered earnestly as they came out of the cake shop. You had that huge breakfast, then all that stuff in MacDougalls. Now this! I'm ashamed to be seen walking down the street with you."
"Have a bite." Fluffy offered her an apple turnover with fresh cream.
"No, thank you!"
"That's good, 'cos I like those and I only bought four. Try this one, instead." Fluffy changed hands and dipped into her paper bag, coming out with a cream doughnut. "Open wide, pretend it's a big creamy willie."
Danielle opened her mouth to protest that she wasn't hungry, and in it went.
"That's a good girl. Go on, have it all." Fluffy applied steady pressure to make sure she did.
Fifty yards later, Danielle stopped, panting for breath. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and belched fruitily. "I'm really worried about you. You never used to eat all this stuff. You looked after your figure."
"I'm looking after it now. Nature is telling me to grow enormous breasts, so that's what I'm doing!"
"Shhh! Don't use that word in public!"
"What, you mean breasts? What's wrong with breasts, Dan?"
The audience, everyone within a ten yard radius, stared at the apparently terminally pregnant girl who kept shouting filthy words in Brocklehurst High Street.
Appropriately enough, the two of them disappeared into the bra shop, leaving middle-aged women pursing their lips and shaking their heads in disapproval. Girls these days! Their menfolk still had their mouths open.
"Did you see them all staring at us, Dan?" Fluffy hugged her friend, squashing the bag containing the last of the apple turnovers with fresh cream against Danielle's best jeans. "Oops, sorry! Let's go through into the back."
"But the Davisons will be in there, with no..."
"Yeah! You want to see them, don't you?"
"Not like this."
"Okay, invite them home to tea. I'm going through to the back of the shop anyway. We'll have a bet on it. I bet you they're not pregnant, right?"
"How much do you bet me?"
Fluffy investigated her cream cakes. "Six profiteroles. If they're pregnant, I give you six slightly squashed profiteroles. If they're not, you buy me six."
"But I don't want six of those things. I couldn't eat that lot."
"I'm here to help you, Danielle."
"And anyway, if you won, then you'd have ... nine!"
"No, Danielle, I'd have twelve. Yeah, twelve!" Fluffy sighed happily. She took Danielle's hand and led her through the cheesy dangling curtain, down the corridor and into the work-room.
"Excuse me, we're busy..." Miss Twizzell looked up in alarm and spoke through a mouthful of pins. "Oh, it's you two. You're early."
"It's all right," said Fluffy. "We've brought something to eat." She settled herself in a chair and the blushing Danielle sat down next to her.
"Oh, hi!" The Davison twins looked back over their shoulders and spoke as one. Fluffy wondered if they were the same in class. "We're having new bras. We saw you in MacDougalls. Hey, we didn't know you came in here."
"We both do," said Danielle acidly.
"So do we," said the Davison twins. They looked at each other. "Don't we?"
"Yes," they responded.
"Stand still, please," said Miss Twizzell. "I can't measure you while you're wobbling around like that."
"Yes, Miss Twizzell!"
"Turn round."
The twins turned round so they were facing the younger girls.
"Sal's got a little secret," said the other twin, who was thereby identified as Sandi."
"Oh, Sand!"
"Everyone will know in another month, won't they!"
"Yeah, but not yet, Sand. And if we both wear these frocks, it won't show."
"I might not want to wear a dress like this all the time," said Sandi mischievously. "Although it does help disguise my boobies. You don't know how lucky you are, Danielle. Yours are just perfect; big but not too big."
"When's yours due?" said Sal to Fluffy.
There was a lengthy pause while Fluffy swallowed the last of a Belgian bun. "Oh, ages yet," she said indistinctly, not feeling quite as nonchalant as she hoped she sounded.
"Yours will be before mine, I'm only three and a half months," Sal volunteered. "But my boobies are bigger than Sandi's already."
They were, too. Sal had a most impressively full and firm rack, and only the slightest little bulge in her belly. Her sister was stacked, too, but probably a cup-size or so smaller. The two of them stood side by side in only their panties, hose and heeled shoes. Despite their state of undress they had an appearance of sophistication.
"Stand still and stop jigging around!" Miss Twizzell snapped her tape measure at them. Taller than the bra maker, they turned to face her at the same moment, their big, rubbery nipples attacking her face from both sides at once. "Why did I ever take up this job? I could have been a hairdresser. To think that Gerard used to be a hairdresser and he gave it up to do this! You're still 38G, Sandi. Sal, you're up to an H-cup but I can do you a specially full one to give you room to grow."
Fluffy nudged Danielle. "I had one of those until a couple of days ago. I had a 36 Full-G to give me room to grow. It didn't work."
Miss Twizzell stood with her fists on her hips. "You twins can come back in half an hour or you can wait here and shut up while I check the fit of Florence's bra."
"We'll wait," said Sal immediately. "I shouldn't be walking round town in my condition. I don't know how you do it, Florence, you're so much further gone than me. I didn't know you were called Florence."
"Not many people do."
"We've got an Auntie Florence, haven't we, Sand?"
"What are you asking me for, you know perfectly well we have," Sandi snapped. Evidently she wasn't happy about being a smaller size than her twin sister.
"I told you two to be quiet," Miss Twizzell snarled. "You'd better try this on before you go, Florence. I didn't have much time. It should be all right, but..."
"Are they going to watch me try it on?"
"Oh, yes, please," Sal whined. "Do let us watch. We want to see how pregnant Florence is."
"Speak for yourself," said her twin sister.
Miss Twizzell sighed heavily. "Stop playing around, Florence. She's going to find out sooner or later."
"Help me with this dress, Dan."
"You're too full of burgers and cream cakes," said Danielle unfeelingly, standing up to help remove Fluffy's marquee.
The twins clutched each other's hands and Sal twittered at the sight of the sporty girl trying to hold up her breasts with one arm.
"What's happened to you?" Miss Twizzell shrieked as Fluffy's panties came into view. They seemed to have slipped down below the bulge of her tummy.
"She said she was hungry," said Danielle. "You should see how much she's had to eat in the last half hour."
"She's eating for two now, you know!" Sal giggled.
"Three jumbo cheeseburgers, two lots of extra large fries, a chunk of apple and blackcurrant pie, a maxi milkshake, a large Coke, two puff pastry apple turnovers with fresh cream, and three of those long doughnuts," Danielle recited, itemising this unhealthy eating menu on her fingers. She'd forgotten the Belgian bun.
"It sounds a lot more when you say it like that. I didn't have it all at once. I waited nearly five minutes before I had that great big sticky bun thing." Fluffy gathered up the dress under the mass of her bosom, and held her stomach with a pained expression.
"You haven't stopped eating since we left here."
"Your tummy's bigger. Thirty-three and a half inches is disgraceful," said Miss Twizzell, heaving Fluffy's arm up out of the way. Her breasts went up with it. "Your bust had better not be bigger, too, or you'll be in trouble, my girl!"
"Thirty- three and a half inches isn't that big," Sal said, disappointed. "How many months is she?"
"She isn't any months at all," said her sister. "Look at her. That isn't a baby in there, it's cream cake!"
"But she..."
"Take it right off," said Miss Twizzell. "If you've outgrown this new bra, I shall complain to your father. Or Danielle's."
There were several moments of feminine rustling, ending with Fluffy standing facing Miss Twizzell, who looked at her with acute disapproval. Sal and Sandi gasped.
"It's her tits, Sand!" Sal gasped. "It's just her tits."
"Shit, how big are those things?"
"This big!" Fluffy turned round.
"Stand still! Oh my God, you're immense, child!"
"I know. That's why I'm here."
Miss Twizzell had wrapped the bra round Fluffy's back and captured her breasts with well-practised movements. She whirled her round for inspection. "Oh, no! Look at them!"
Everybody already was.
"You wait 'til we get back to school," said Sal. "And I tell them there's a girl in Year Ten with tits the size of pumpkins."
"They'll know as soon as she walks in," said Sandi. "At least, young Danielle needn't worry about trying to catch up with us. She'll never have the biggest tits in the school now."
"How did you know I wanted...?" Danielle's face was scarlet.
"How big are they?" Sal demanded. "In cups, I mean."
"They're too big for those cups, whatever size they are."
"I can see that," Miss Twizzell snapped. "Cup sizes don't matter, as long as the bra fits."
"Which that one doesn't," said Sandi. "She looks like a sack of spuds."
"Two sacks..."
"Two sacks of pumpkins..."
"Stop it! You two, get out!"
"We can't go out like this!"
"We only asked what size that bra was, that's all. If you tell us, we'll be quiet."
"It's a 38-mumble-mumble."
"What?"
"I already told you. A 38B2."
"What's that mean?"
"It's what happens when the alphabet ends and you don't. Florence is twenty-eight inches bigger than her bra size, that's 38 and a B-cup on the second time round. She's sixty-six inches. Only of course, as you can see perfectly well for yourselves, she isn't. She's bigger than the bra. Probably three or four inches bigger, who knows?"
"Jeez! What's my mum going to say?"
"It's a bit late to start worrying about that now," said Danielle.
"But I haven't seen mum for three days!" Fluffy wailed. "And I must have grown twenty sizes since then! She'll slaughter me!"
"At least you're not pregnant," said Sal, looking on the bright side.
"Not yet, anyway," said Danielle grimly.
End of Chapter 9