"I'm going to ask my mum."
"You can't! She'll go ... she'll do her ... she'll be..."
"She'll tell me. She always said if there's anything I want to know about sex, all I have to do is ask."
Sarah stopped in her tracks and a woman pushing a large television set on a baby buggy was forced to swerve to one side. The TV rolled off on to the footpath with an expensive noise and a dozen people laden with shopping cursed and cannoned into each other.
"It's nothing to do with sex," Sarah said in her usual penetrating voice, bringing a glimmer of interest to faces for twenty yards around. Dawn was beginning to wish she hadn't brought up the subject out here in the shopping mall. "It's about the size of your tits," Sarah concluded resoundingly.
Dawn grabbed her friend by the hand and dragged her to one side. A pair of good samaritans were struggling to get the sorry looking TV back on to the buggy. It slid off again and they only just caught it between them. A small but fiercely-contested fight broke out. Dawn pulled Sarah away round the corner.
"What are you dragging me over here for?"
"You're getting in everybody's way. Sit here a minute, and stop shouting."
"I'm not sh..." Sarah found herself being dragged down on to the stone wall that surrounded the ornamental fountain. At four feet ten, Dawn was six inches shorter than her but a pretty determined girl.
"Look, we read it on the Internet, didn't we? Dad said the whole reason he was getting on the net at home was to help me with my education."
"It wasn't so he could get loads of sex stuff?"
"He's not interested in sex. He's my dad! He just likes looking at pictures of women."
"Oh yeah? Go on then."
"All those stories. They wouldn't all say it if it wasn't true. Well, a little bit true. It's just that we don't know how true it is. I mean, I wouldn't want my tits getting too big just because we didn't do it right."
Sarah chewed her lip. She wouldn't want Dawn's tits to get too big, either. If there were going to be any tits growing round here, she wanted at least her fair share. "You can't ask your mum, though. She won't know. Hers are just ordinary size."
"What's that got to do with it?"
"Stands to reason. If your mum knew about rubbing spunk on your tits to make them bigger, she'd have done it a long time ago."
"Maybe she didn't want bigger tits. She might have thought my dad wouldn't want her to have bigger tits."
"Dawnie! You showed me those pictures your dad downloaded."
There was no answer to that. Dawn's father was clearly addicted to the more buxom female figure.
"I'll still ask her."
"No! She'll want to know where you got the idea from. Then she'll stop us getting all those pictures and stories and stuff." Sarah, Dawn realised, had an decidedly unhealthy interest in pictures of young boys with erect penes. The larger the better. Having once observed her own younger cousin playing with himself on his bed, Dawn had a feeling Sarah was doomed to a life of disappointment.
"Who can I ask, then?"
"Why ask anyone?" Sarah said simply. "We know how to do it. It's hardly rocket science. Let's just try it for ourselves."
"But what if it works too well...?"
Sarah had an idea there was no such thing as 'too well'. "We'll just do it a little bit. Instead of getting a boy to spurt a whole pint of spunk on your tits..." Sarah was gratified to see her friend blushing "...we can just take a little bit. A little bit each."
"You want some too?" This was the first time Sarah had suggested joining in the game herself.
"Just a little bit. Neither of us wants to get huge." Sarah crossed her fingers behind her back.
So this was it. Brass tacks. The nitty gritty. They were actually going for it. Dawn asked the million dollar question. "Who are we going to use?"
"A boy, of course."
Good thinking, Sarah. "Which boy? We haven't got boyfriends."
"Anybody can get a date. All we have to do is act available."
So much for the theory. Although both girls had found their thoughts occasionally turning to boys, neither of them had yielded to the temptations of the flesh. They might get blown out.
Wait a minute. What was it that Sarah had said?
"All we have to do...?"
Dawn had put her finger on the problem. They both wanted to try a bit of this boy-juice, but they didn't want pints of the stuff flooding around the place. They'd grow gigantic breasts in a matter of days, and that would take hours of tedious explanation. Ideally, to limit the quantity of spunk to a reasonable amount � like a cup-full � they only needed one boy. But there were two of them.
Sarah's face suddenly lit up. Dawn recognised it as a danger signal. "What are you thinking?"
"We don't need to get a boy to do it. We'll use your sister!"
"Fred? But she's a girl. We can't use girl-juice. It doesn't work right. It will just give us early puberty. We'll be about six foot eight tall, with hair down to the floor. All those muscles with stupid American names and stuff."
"I don't mean use Fred's juice," Sarah explained patiently. "I mean use her as a guinea pig."
"But she's only..."
"It doesn't matter how young she is. The kid's got big tits. They're bigger than ours put together. And she's got a boyfriend."
"Yeah, but Fred's..." Dawn stopped, unable to sort out her arguments. Her sister Frederica was two years younger. But as Sarah had pointed out, the kid undeniably had big tits, and then some. There was no ignoring them. And perhaps as a direct result of Mother Nature's misplaced generosity, Fred already had a boyfriend. To add insult to injury, Rupert was a drop dead gorgeous hunk with what appeared to be generously-filled shorts. He was capable of reducing Sarah to a quivering wreck with knees like damp string.
"See what I mean?" Sarah said innocently. Let's have a word with young Fred.
"What's it to you?" Frederica whined. "I always do my homework in my underwear. You don't have to watch. What do you want, anyway?"
Dawn shifted uncomfortably so she didn't have to see her sister's disturbing figure. Sarah wasn't so squeamish. She leaned forward, peering into the top of Fred's bulging bra. "That's a nice bra, Fred."
"Yeah."
"Where'd you get it?"
The young girl stared at Sarah blankly. There didn't seem much point to the question. A bra like hers wouldn't be of any more use to Sarah than it would be to her big sister. "Rupert bought it for me."
"What size is it?" Sarah's voice was a husky whisper. Dawn groaned with embarrassment.
"It's my size," said Fred.
"Yeah, but..."
"Oh, you mean what size is it?"
"Yeah."
"Do you know about bra sizes?" Fred looked at Sarah's barely bulging blouse, then glanced briefly at her sister's untroubled shirt. "No, I suppose you wouldn't." She happily pushed her school books to one side, took off her glasses, then stood up. The older girls stared at her. She wasn't even as tall as Dawn, but she had obviously been doing some serious growing in the last couple of months. The heavy sweaters she had been wearing must have been disguising her shape. There was certainly no disguising it now. The girl was a miniature Venus, except that her bust would have sent Venus scuttling off to get herself some implants. Now that she was standing, it was clear that Rupert had better start saving his pocket money. That bra, a no-nonsense design despite its lacy trimmings, was already filled to capacity. And beyond. There was a lot of Fred bulging out between the cups, around the sides, and even a pair of little pale crescent moon shapes peeping out underneath. "It's not really big enough," she sighed, placing her hands on her hips and thrusting out her chest. "I'm still growing, you see!"
Dawn could see. Her younger sister had turned to face her and shook her narrow but interesting hips. The motion was transmitted upwards and amplified several times. Everything wobbled dangerously. Fred stopped shaking them, waited for the jiggling to cease, then tugged the bra down and ran a finger around below each bulging cup to ensure that she was safely tucked away inside. She turned her back on her sister and beamed at Sarah, leaning forward and taking a gigantic breath. "God, I am so huge," she pointed out.
Sarah seemed to be in some discomfort. She sat down hurriedly on the edge of the bed and wriggled her bottom. Fred peered at her with interest, her eyes wide and owlish without her specs.
"If you really want to know my bra size, there's a tape measure in my top drawer."
There would be, of course, Dawn thought. This was developing into a scene from one of those stories. Sarah followed the script. She opened the drawer. The tape was right on top of a pile of neatly ironed school shirts.
"You can measure me if you like. I can't do it myself. I can't really see the numbers..."
Sarah had become an automaton. It was a wonder she didn't intone the words 'yes, mistress' in a metallic voice. She stood up, swallowed, and advanced on Fred, extending the tape between her fingers.
"Well, whose brilliant idea was that?" said Dawn, half an hour later.
"So, it didn't quite work out. I got side-tracked and forgot to ask her, that's all. At least, now we know Fred a little better, it will be easier to bring the subject up next time."
"Next time? What do you mean, next time? Next time you measure her for a bra?"
"Next time we see her. We can think of an excuse. Maybe we can offer to help her with her homework or something?"
Dawn snorted. "Help her? How can we help her? She gets A-plusses in everything as it is. I thought girls with big tits weren't supposed to be very bright."
"We'll think of some reason. And next time, instead of just measuring her, we can ask her to try it out with her Rupert. In fact, now we've measured her, it makes the job easier. Each time Rupert's spunked on her tits, we'll be able to measure them again, and we'll know how much they�ve grown."
"Each time? You're going to get him to do it to her more than once?"
"Of course! Once could be just a coincidence. Besides. She says she's still growing."
There was certainly something wrong with Sarah's reasoning, but Dawn never got any better grades than D, so she couldn't work out what it was. Sarah, meanwhile, had a faraway expression on her face.
"Just think, your little sister! As if it isn't enough her being a beautiful little thing, with pouty, kissable lips, big round eyes in the sweetest little triangular face, with silky dark hair tumbling around her soft shoulders to her girlish hips. She's even got silky kitten-fur sticking out of the top of her panties!"
"Sarah!"
"And she's only about four foot nine tall, and ever so skinny! Her waist's only about nineteen inches and her hips can't even be thirty." The girls glumly considered their own more generous backsides. "But that bra! The label said it was a 30F, and it still wasn't big enough for her! I wouldn't mind measuring her again, with the bra off this time!"
Dawn always got embarrassed when Sarah started getting moist like this. She wouldn't be surprised if her friend wasn't a bit of a lezzie, deep down inside.
"I can't do this, can you help me?"
Dawn and Sarah stared at Fred, who was standing just inside Dawn's bedroom door. Mercifully, she wasn't in her underwear, although she was undoubtedly doing her homework. She had her enormous glasses on, held an exercise book in one hand and a pencil in the other and she stood with her toes turned inwards, twisting her upper body from side to side. It seemed from the extreme fullness of her almost-thigh-length T-shirt that young Fred had possibly grown a little in the past week.
"What are you two staring at?" she pouted, allowing her twisting to increase a few more degrees either way. "I can't do this problem. Every time I try, my mind goes blank. Look," she said. "If a one metre tall plastic tank of water two point seven metres long by one metre wide at the bottom, tapering to three metres long by one point two metres wide at the top, is being filled simultaneously by two taps, one hot and one cold, the hot one at forty degrees Centigrade and the cold at ten degrees, and the flow from the taps is..."
"Why plastic?" asked Dawn reasonably.
""Why not? One litre in ten seconds from the hot tap and one litre in seven seconds from the cold, and the plughole allows one litre to escape from the tank every nine seconds, while an overflow pipe exactly two point five four centimetres in diameter situated ten centimetres from the top of the tank at the same end as the plughole allows one litre to escape in six seconds..."
"Why didn't they put the plug in?" demanded Sarah. "They'll waste all that water."
"I dunno. It doesn't say. Assuming an ambient room temperature of sixteen degrees, what will be the mean temperature of the water in the tank when the overflow pipe is completely immersed?"
"Come in, Fred," said Sarah politely. "Perhaps we can work on this together."
Sarah closed the door as Fred wobbled into the bedroom. She tucked the pencil into the exercise book and dropped it on the dressing table. "I've been thinking," she said, advancing across the room to the window and pressing her chest against the glass. She turned round, pushing her hair back from her face. It immediately fell back again. Uninterrupted creases ran from the peaks of her breasts right down to the hem of the T-shirt, which was dragged up several inches at the front by the arrogant thrust of her bosom. Her panties were pale pink and she needed some attention to her bikini line. Long, rubbery nipples stuck out lewdly and she looked down at them, following the direction of Sarah's awestruck stare. "Oops! Sorry. I'm not wearing a bra tonight. I don't really need one as long as I don't try to run or anything. I've been thinking, since you measured me last week. Is there anything I can do about these things?"
"Those things?"
"My breasts," Fred said matter-of-factly. "They're okay, but they're getting so big now. I daren't ask mum for another bra. Rupert borrowed the money and bought the last one, but I think I'm going to need one specially made soon, and he won't be able to afford that. So I wondered if there was any way of stopping them getting any bigger."
The two friends gasped at this heresy. Just about any girl in the whole school would willingly kill for a pair of breasts like Fred's. And she thought they were big enough. Sarah recovered first.
"Did you bring your tape measure with you?" she asked. "Or maybe Dawn's got one...?"
Dawn shook her head. Fred thought for a moment, patting her T-shirt as if it might have hidden pockets. Everything wobbled when she did that. "I think mine's in my room. No, hang on..." She slunk across to the dressing table and opened up her exercise book. "Wow, that's a bit of luck! Mine's in here. I must have slipped it into my book without thinking." She flourished the tape and tossed it to Sarah. "There. What did you want it for, anyway?"
Sarah was scarlet-faced. "Erm. It's just a thought I had. Fred, how well do you know Rupert?"
"Know him? Well, we're like in a relationship. He's my boyfriend!"
"Yeah, but ... I mean, how well do you know him?" She was trying to wink knowingly, but all that was happening was that her face was screwed up and twitching. "I mean ... know him?"
"Oh, you mean, do we fuck?" The older girls gasped gratifyingly. "I haven't really let him yet. Not properly. He doesn't mind too much. He sucks my tits and plays with them for hours. I wank him off, or give him a blow-job. Why do they call it a blow job when what you really do is suck? Dawn?"
Dawn was not available for comment. She hadn't yet got her head round the first part of her young sister's statement, that she hadn't yet allowed Rubert to fuck her properly.
"You swallow it?" Sarah asked quickly, ignoring Dawn's horrified expression.
"Yeah. It tastes okay."
"All of it?"
Fred thought about that. "Yeah, of course. It's easier to swallow it all. Besides, they don't like you spitting on the bus..."
"The bus?" Dawn gasped. "The school bus? You suck Rupert off on the school bus?"
"Not every day. And not in the mornings! Yuck! Just now and again. A few times a week."
"Oh." There didn't seem to be anything else to say. Dawn's younger sister was obviously an irredeemably horny little slut. Dawn wondered how much more of such behaviour was taking place beneath her nose. Or more accurately, beneath other girls' noses.
Sarah did her best to rearrange her facial muscles. "We may be able to help you with stopping your tits getting any bigger, Fred. Us and Rupert."
"You and Rupert? How?"
"There's something I heard. Didn't we, Dawn? Something we read about on the Internet."
"We did? Oh, yeah, we did."
"There was something on the Internet about the size of tits?" Fred looked puzzled. She shrugged. "Hey, weird! What was it?"
"I'll tell you in a minute. But it's been a whole week since we measured your bust. Before I know if this thing we read about on the Internet will work, I need to measure you again, to see how effective it will be."
"You think it will work for me, then?" Fred took off her glasses and twirled them round and round by one earpiece. She had her toes turned inwards again, thrusting out her enormous chest and swinging it from side to side. "Only we might have left it too late. I'm really vast now. And getting vaster all the time." She perched her glasses on her nose and surveyed her frontage. "Shee-it, I'm vaster still with my specs on!" She was already toying with the hem of her T-shirt, as if contemplating pulling it off.
"Let's measure you and find out..." Sarah didn't have time to finish the sentence. Fred's shirt was already on the floor. "Fucking hell!" Sarah dropped the tape measure. She picked it up and stared at Fred, leaning hard against the corner of the dressing table. Perhaps they had left it too late after all. Fred was vast.
"Aren't you going to measure me, Sarah?" she pouted. "'Cos if you do, this time, could you measure me all over, not just my bust, please?"
"I hope she understood," said Dawn. "You weren't exactly making it very clear."
"She's an intelligent girl," Sarah said. "I told her to collect some of Rupert's spunk and bring it home."
"Yeah, you told her that five times. But you didn't really answer properly when she asked why she had to bring it home first instead of just letting Rupert come straight on to her tits."
"I told her it has to be rubbed on in small doses, like a teaspoonful at a time."
"That's the bit she didn't seem to understand."
"She's gone, anyway. She'll be with him by now, doing it. Well, not actually doing it; collecting spunk. I hope she took something big enough to collect it in."
"She didn't seem to understand that, either. Like when you told her to borrow our mum's milk jug. She just sort of pulled a face. Why did you tell her to take a jug with her, anyway? We only need a little bit to try. A mug would be big enough."
"We could keep it for next time. In case it didn't seem to work, or we weren't sure. You could keep it in the fridge."
"Keep a milk jug of spunk in the fridge? What if my dad came down in the morning and put it on his corn flakes? It looks just like milk."
"How do you know?"
"I've read about it. They always call it cream."
"He'd be all right as long as he didn't spill any on his chest. Anyway, maybe it doesn't need to be kept in the fridge. You could keep it up here. Or better still, I could take it home with me..." Sarah's face had gone all dreamy again. "I don't know why we want to make Fred's tits even bigger. Only four feet nine tall, and 39-18-29�! She's vast!" Sarah lowered her eyes and hung her head. It was confession time. "I came while I was measuring her. I've flooded my pants."
"So did I," Dawn admitted.
"You perverted little pig! She's your own sister!"
"Has Sarah gone home?" Fred's face appeared round the edge of Dawn's bedroom door.
"Yeah. She had to go. You said you were only going to be half an hour."
"It took longer than I expected. When I told him what I wanted, he couldn't get a hard-on for some reason. I had to resort to Plan B."
"But did you get it?"
"Yeah. Most of it." She came into the bedroom and took her purse out of the pocket of her jeans.
"What's that?"
"Rupert's spunk."
"You collected it in a balloon?"
"Oh, Sis!" Fred was fumbling with the neck of the condom. "I've tied it too tight. Got any scissors?"
Dawn couldn't take her eyes off the grisly object. She found the nail scissors and put them down. "Go on, then."
"You can do it better than me. I'm left handed."
"I'm not touching that thing. It's horrible."
"It's only a rubber, Dawn."
"But it's got ... stuff ... in it."
"That's what you wanted! I went to a lot of trouble getting this. It's a waste of a good one of these." She held it up, floppy and wriggling, then applied the scissors just below the knot. "Catch it, Sis," she said as the scissors went scrrunch through the thin rubber.
Dawn nearly dropped it. It was cold and wet and slippery, even on the outside. It lay quivering and cold on her palm, seeping slimily. "Take it off my hand!"
"It's only spunk!" Fred picked up the dreadful thing and waved it around. It looked heavy.
"Where did you get that thing from, anyway?"
"Mum gave me a few packets. She said if..."
"Mum?"
"Yeah. If I was sexually active, she said, I'd better take precautions."
"But you're only ... what about me?"
Fred blinked. "You're not sexually active. You haven't got a boyfriend, have you? You don't need anything. If you do ever get a boyfriend, just go and ask her. She's got a whole drawer full in her bedroom..."
"What for?"
"For fucking with, I suppose. Her and Dad. They do it. She told me all about doing it. I always thought the boy just stuck it in and sort of pushed it in and out until it squirted. There's loads more to it than that. Mum told me loads of stuff. Talking of loads of stuff, what have I got to do with this lot in here?"
"I dunno. Sarah knows all about it."
"She's gone home."
"You could put it in the fridge..."
"Oh, yeah? Jizz on a plate, with cling film over the top? Explain that to our loving parents."
"Well, you could rub it in to your tits, I suppose. It wouldn't do any harm. Just rub it all over. Is that all there is?"
"How much did you expect, a pint?"
Dawn began to have sneaking suspicions. After all, if boys did really shoot pints of the stuff, why did they make condoms so small? Even allowing for the fact that Fred had cut a couple of inches off the end, this thing wasn't big enough to hold more than an egg cup full. "I s'pose what you've got there isn't bad, really," she said in a worldly tone. "Rupert's only a boy."
Fred looked at her strangely. "I'll just rub this into my tits, then. That's all? Nothing else? You don't have to add anything to it? Cast a spell on it or anything?"
Dawn made her decision. "No, just rub it well in."
"I'll do it in bed, then." Fred made her way to the door. "I suppose it will feel a bit different, now it's gone cold. Will it start working straight away?"
"It will start working straight away, but it won't make much difference for a few days. A week or so, maybe. It has to sort of work its way through."
"Days? Am I going to carry on getting bigger for days? A week?"
"Don't worry, Fred! It's sure to work. You just have to be patient." But the girl was gone. Dawn cursed herself. She'd forgotten to ask her sister what Plan B was.
Sarah panted up the stairs of the bus and flopped down in the seat in front of Dawn. She immediately turned round and hung over the back of her seat. Why did she never sit on a seat properly? "Well? Did she do it? Did she bring some home?"
"Yeah. Only a little dribble of it, though." Dawn blushed. "She brought it home in a thing."
"A thing? You mean, a ... thing?"
"Yeah, it was all wet and slimy."
"On the outside?"
"Yeah."
"Your sister's a dirty little slut! She'd had it in her thing!"
"You mean, in her ... thing? In her ... place?"
"Yeah. The filthy, perverted little cow. What did you do with it? Did you bring it with you?"
"'Course not! I told her to rub it on her tits."
Sarah tried to think of a reason why Fred shouldn't. There wasn't one. "So we'll see if it works? How long will it take?"
"Fred asked me that, too. I said to keep rubbing more in every night for a week or two. She asked if she was going to carry on getting bigger for that long before the stuff stopped her growing. I had to tell her it was just a precaution, to make certain she'd really stopped."
"Good thinking, Dawnie. You're quite bright, really. So when can I measure her again?"
"We'd better leave it a few days. To give the stuff a chance to start working."
"Hi, Mum. Where's Daddy?"
Dawn's mother placed a plate in front of her elder daughter. "Morning, sweetheart. He's gone to work."
"On a Saturday?"
"An important job to finish. He's left me the car, though, so I can take you into town if you want. I'm taking Frederica in after breakfast."
"No thanks. I'm seeing Sarah this afternoon. We're going to the football."
"You be careful, then. Don't get involved in any punch-ups. And put your fingers in your ears if they start singing rude songs. Where is Frederica, anyway?"
"In the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror."
"Don't be bitchy, dear. It's unbecoming. Just because your little sister is prettier and has a much more mature figure than yours. Here she comes."
Fred came downstairs and padded into the kitchen. She reached up and across the expanse of her bosom to kiss her mother. Her well-rounded little bottom flexed itself inside her improbably tight jeans. There was enough daylight between her thighs to fit your whole hand in there. Well, Sarah's hand, at any rate.
"Hello darling! Mmm-mmm. Hey, you smell nice!"
"I dabbed some perfume in my cleavage. Rupert bought it for me." She sat down, her breasts bouncing like overripe melons in the scooped neckline of her pale blue T-shirt. It had pulled free from her jeans already and Dawn realised she could see the lower edges of her sister's wobbling monsters.
Mother passed a plate over. "Here you go. Mind, it's hot. I saved you a big sausage. These butchers' sausages are all different sizes, not like the ones from the supermarket."
"Thanks." The fat sausage was almost as long as the width of Fred's plate. Her mother looked at it doubtfully.
"Wow, that is a whopper. Golly! Can you manage one that size? You've been seeing a lot of Rupert this week, haven't you, Frederica?"
Fred had the grace to blush. "Only five times."
"You're a little young to be getting so serious, dear. Want another egg on there?"
"Yes, please." Fred reached for the tomato ketchup.
"When is your period, anyway?"
"Mum!"
"I'm only asking..."
"Well, you can stop worrying. I was only three days late. I came on this morning. Oops, bloody hell!"
"Oh, Fred!" Dawn pushed away her plate, her appetite gone. Fred's breakfast was like a battlefield. The top of the sauce bottle had come off.
"It's not my fault. My plate's too far away to see what I'm doing," the girl complained.
"Mop it up with another slice of bread, dear. I was only wondering about your period in case that was why your boobs are so full this month."
"I don't get this huge every month. I'm a growing girl, Mother!"
"Tell me about it! Why else do I need to take you into town for a specially made bra? God knows what it's going to cost. And hurry up, we've got to be at Miss Twizzell's by ten."
"A specially made bra?" Dawn looked up. This was news to tell Sarah.
"Frederica's a very lucky little girl," said their mother, making both girls blush deeply. "Although she perhaps didn't need to be quite so lucky as this at her age."
"Oh, Mum!"
"Don't worry, love! You've got the most amazing breasts. They're easily the biggest and most beautiful I've ever seen, but they're not going to sit up there for long before they start heading south. You've got to get a new bra before they reach your tummy. With any luck, they've stopped growing now."
"They have, Mum! Or they will be stopping soon, won't they, Dawnie?"
Dawn hid her face.
Mother sat down with her plate. "What's all this? What are you two up to?"
"Nothing," said Dawn.
"Dawn and Sarah are stopping my tits growing. They know how."
"Dawn and Sarah? Stopping your breasts getting bigger?"
"They learned about it on the Internet!"
"Fred, no!"
"On the Internet? They know how to stop a girl's breasts growing on the Internet?"
"They know everything on the Internet, Mum!" said Fred.
Their mother smiled to herself. Children did love their little games. "And is it working, this miracle cure? You don't seem to be any smaller."
"It doesn't make them smaller," Fred reassured her. "It just stops them getting any bigger. Actually, it hasn't yet, but it will. They measure me all the time."
"Oh, yeah? So how big was Fred's bust when you started this treatment, Dawnie?"
Dawn hung her head. She'd kill Sarah for this.
"Dawnie?"
"Thirty-nine," she mumbled.
"How big?"
"Thirty-nine!"
"I see. That's very big for such a petite young girl, isn't it? And how big is she now?"
"I know," said Fred smugly.
"I asked Dawn. She has to tell me..."
"Tell her, Dawnie...!"
"Forty..."
"Speak up!"
"Forty-six. But she's started slowing down..."
"Forty-six inches! Pretty effective, isn't it? By my reckoning, that must make our Frederica something like ... thirty ... sixteen inches ... a size 30 P-cup!"
"I'm a P? Wow! I'll tell all the girls in my class on Monday. The next biggest to me is only a B-cup. Most of them haven't got any tits at all."
"Don't use that word, dear, it's not nice. Not that Fred's cup size matters any more, Dawn. She's worn her last ever off-the-shelf stock-size bra. Now listen, young lady. I don't know what you and Sarah are playing at with your little sister, but it had better stop. What is it, something you give her to drink?"
Fred was busily deep-throating her sausage, her eyes like saucers. She squeaked with delight and spluttered into her hankie.
"No."
"Tablets, then?"
"No, Mum."
"So it's something she rubs on her chest. Come on, then, out with it! What have you been giving Frederica to rub on her breasts?"
Dawn pushed back her chair and stumbled from the room. She heard her mother yell at her to come right back in here. She stopped, listening, just outside the kitchen door.
"Well, Fred? You're a silly little girl for listening to those two. I thought you were the sensible one. So, what's this stuff they've been giving you?"
"They haven't given me anything, Mum," Fred said innocently.
"Don't lick your sausage like that, dear, it looks disgraceful. You know how dangerous it is, playing around with chemicals on sensitive parts of your body."
"It's all right, Mum. This stuff's perfectly natural. It's orgasmic."
"You mean organic, dear."
"Yeah, all right. Organic."
"Well, what is it, then?"
Fred giggled helplessly again, then wiped her eyes. "If I told you ... you'd never believe me!"