THE GOLDEN GOOSE 

 

by Some Sort of Dog 

 

 

This is a story mainly about large breasts. There may be a suggestion of 

explicit sexual activity between adults, but although some of the 

characters have not yet reached adulthood, they are not described as 

indulging in sexual activity with adults. The story is a fantasy and 

should not be read by anyone under eighteen, or whatever the age of 

consent is in the place where you live. 

 

 

 

 

THE GOLDEN GOOSE 

 

by Some Sort of Dog 

 

 

Chapter 17:- Unmasked 

 

Geoff stopped and looked at the map again. This was the place Lynda 

had told him. There were a few cars lined up in the car park, 

holidaymakers preparing for the walk to the beach with their dogs, 

towels, children and beach bags. Geoff parked on the far side, away 

from the path signposted 'To the Sea'. 

 

The camera was in its bag, ready loaded. He was looking forward to 

photographing young Donna. His throat felt dry as he thought of her 

petite body with those fantastic breasts. Not as big as the Charlotte 

woman, who scared him rigid, but so huge for such a slim and short 

girl. Lynda had worked everything out for him, and told him several 

times on the phone, making him repeat his orders parrot fashion. 

 

Up the path between the bushes, keep walking as if you're going to the 

military gunnery range, then turn off to the right. He was relieved to 

find that his instructions seemed to bear some relationship to reality. 

Here was the sign warning of the risk of being blown to smithereens by 

stray artillery shells, and here was the turning. The path dropped down 

a slope and there was a derelict barn in front of him. He slipped inside 

and waited. It was three-thirty. Right on time. Where was Lynda? 

 

 

********** 

 

"He'll be here in a minute, Don. You all ready?" 

 

"I don't need to strip off until he comes, do I?" Donna felt vulnerable, 

sitting on a grassy mound in her ill-fitting bikini, while her big friend 

prepared to set off in search of the photographer. Why all the secrecy? 

Somewhere, she hoped, Maggie would be waiting, too. Donna had 

briefed Maggie about the location. The whole business was risky. 

Anything could have gone wrong. What if they had arrived and found 

the place taken over by a film crew, or a new road being built? 

 

The sun went behind a cloud and Donna shivered. She looked down at 

her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffening inside the bra cups. She 

tucked herself in more snugly, blushing as she remembered them falling 

out earlier. She remembered Goober. Or James. She was beginning to 

fancy him. He was strong and wiry, and when they talked - talked 

properly, like real conversation instead of banter - he listened to what 

she had to say. She wondered what it would be like to feel James 

pressed against her, the way Lynda had squeezed her powerful body 

against her that morning. It was so confusing. 

 

Was that voices? Rustling in the bushes? Donna wrapped her arms 

around her knees and cuddled her breasts against herself. 

 

 

********** 

 

"What are we doing out here? They wouldn't come out this way. The 

beach is over there." Dave gestured through the driver's side window of 

the van in the direction of the beach, but Goober was adamant.  

 

"They went up that path. While you was getting the ice creams and I 

were parking the van, they got out of the taxi and went through there. 

Like I told you. And then that red Escort just stopped over there. A 

bloke with a bag got out and went down that same path while you was 

having a piss." 

 

"Are they meeting a bloke, then? Just one bloke? They come out here in 

a taxi just to meet a bloke with a bag. What was he like?" 

 

"Just ordinary. Not old. Just like us." 

 

"What did he want? Let's go and find out." 

 

Goober shook his head. "We can't follow them. They'll be mad at us." 

 

"We're not following them. We're just having a walk. There's no law 

against it. Come on, move your arse." 

 

"Wait a minute. There's another car." 

 

A car passed the front of the nondescript van, hesitated, then drove to 

the other side of the car park. It stopped next to the red Escort, and a 

woman in glasses got out. The boys watched her without enthusiasm. 

 

"What's she want?" Dave demanded. 

 

"Maybe she's meeting the bloke with the bag." 

 

"It will be getting crowded in there. Come on. Let's go and have a 

look." 

 

"Give her a minute. She's going through the path as well." The woman 

wore jeans and a check shirt. She seemed a bit overdressed for a warm 

day. 

 

"Nice pair of tits on her," said Dave. "Pity about the glasses." 

 

"Not as big as Lynda." 

 

"Not as big as your Donna, either!" 

 

"She ain't my Donna ...!" 

 

The woman in glasses pushed through a gap in the bushes and 

disappeared. She had seemed furtive about something, looking round 

the car park, but apparently without really seeing anything. 

 

"Come on, anyway." Dave got out of the van and Goober followed 

reluctantly. He followed Dave across the car park, through the bushes 

and down a surprisingly well-trodden path through the woods. It was 

much cooler in the shade. Darker, too. The two boys stopped, their eyes 

adjusting to the darkness. Then they set off. 

 

 

********** 

 

"There you are. I thought you might have got lost." 

 

Geoff looked Lynda up and down. He could still feel stirrings when he 

looked at Lynda in a bikini. "Is she here?" 

 

"Course she is. She's got my other 'kini on. You wait til you see her. 

She's practically busting out of it. Christ, she's enormous!" 

 

"I know. I saw her in the studio." He followed Lynda out of the barn, up 

a sandy track. "You have to look out for snakes in places like this," he 

said nervously, a city boy out of his normal familiar surroundings. 

 

"They won't bite you," Lynda told him scornfully. She had stopped dead 

in her tracks and turned round. Geoff almost collided with her. "They 

run away." 

 

"Snakes don't run. They just wriggle." He looked around him in 

agitation and clutched the camera bag tightly. 

 

"You're scared," Lynda told him simply. "You're a great big baby. I 

dunno why I ever thought you were a man." She turned round and 

strode on down the path. Geoff followed on behind. 

 

He was reduced to watching Lynda's thighs rippling, her buttocks 

twitching hypnotically from side to side in her tight panties, her vast 

rebounding breasts protruding to each side of her body, straining at the 

capacious cups of her bikini bra. 

 

Lynda pulled her pants up tighter as she walked along, "What are you 

fucking staring at?" The girl had eyes in the back of her head. "You can 

save that for Donna. You like virgins, don't you? She can have your 

virginity at the same time! Right, we're there!" 

 

They rounded a tree. Donna was still seated on her grassy mound. She 

looked up expectantly, and predictably gasped.  

 

Geoff gasped, too. Donna was stunningly huge-breasted in her 

borrowed bikini. 

 

"Geoff? It's you?" 

 

"Yeah, it's me. Who did you think it would be?" 

 

"Oh, God! What a mess. What am I going to tell them now?" 

 

"Tell who?" Lynda asked urgently. 

 

"Maggie!" Donna replied without thinking. "I was going to tell her who 

the photographer was. I didn't know it was going to be Geoff. You 

wouldn't have been in any trouble, Lyn, apart from losing your 

modelling contract, and you'd have lost that already anyway, once your 

pictures came out in that other magazine." 

 

Lynda's voice rose to a squeak. "You mean they know? Maggie knows 

about me and this other magazine? My Mum will strangle me." 

 

"Probably," Geoff said, sounding a little less dejected. 

 

"But you're my friend!" Lynda raged at Donna. "You drop me in the 

shit, just to catch this little turd?" She jerked a thumb at Geoff. 

 

"This was before I got to know you. Before ... this morning. And I 

didn't know. You never said it was Geoff." Donna bit her lip miserably, 

hating herself. 

 

Geoff picked up the camera bag. "I'm off, anyway. I'm not hanging 

around here with you lot. You're just greedy cows. All you're interested 

in is the money." He turned, and walked straight into Maggie. "Fucking 

hell!" he yelled. 

 

"You? Geoff?" said Maggie, predictably. 

 

"It's me, so what?" 

 

"You took Lynda's pictures? I'm just wondering how you could be so 

stupid," Maggie said. 

 

"It was her." Geoff gestured at Lynda with a thumb. "She wanted to do 

it." 

 

"What does she know? She's only a child. She's lost her chance of a 

valuable contract. Her mother will have something to say to her. But 

YOU! You're going to lose an excellent job. You might not work again. 

Duncan won't want you now you've let him down." Maggie shook her 

head sadly. "Is that his camera?" 

 

"So what?" Geoff clutched at the bag. "I've only borrowed it." 

 

"Let's see what Duncan thinks about that." Maggie took out her mobile 

phone and keyed a number. She waited a moment, the phone to her ear, 

watching Geoff's pale, sickened face. "Duncan, hi, it's Maggie ..." 

 

Geoff was off, through the bushes and down the sandy track. No job, no 

prospects, no money, no girlfriend. He sobbed and cursed as he ran 

back to the car park. Hilton Paark would be an angry man, too. No 

chance of a job there either. He had described Donna to Paark in 

flowery and extravagant terms. He had already spent Paark's advance 

payment of two hundred pounds. Fifty pounds to Lynda for some shoes 

...  

 

He cursed the whole rotten business she had got him mixed up with. 

 

 

********** 

 

The girls looked at Maggie. "I'd better get after him, Donna," she said. 

 

"What did Duncan say?" 

 

"Nothing, I was only pretending to talk to him." Maggie stared 

agitatedly down the path after Geoff. She turned back to the girls. "How 

did you get here?" 

 

"Taxi," said Donna. She looked utterly miserable. 

 

"Here." Maggie fished in her purse. "Here's the fare. Get back to the 

camp site or wherever. I'll talk to you next week. I'm sorry it's been so 

upsetting for you. As for you, Lynda, I'm sorry it's worked out like this. 

I'll see your mother next week some time. You realise it has been 

embarrassing and very expensive for Cunis Publications. Mr Cunis may 

insist on your mother paying back the cost of all your bras and clothes. 

We shall see."zxc 

 

Lynda had been ready to scream and shout at Maggie, but Maggie had 

gone now, and so had the words. She began to cry softly, her shoulders 

heaving. Maggie watched her sadly for a few seconds. She had liked 

Lynda. But then she shrugged and turned to go. 

 

 

********** 

 

It was quiet in the little clearing. The two girls stared glumly at each 

other. 

 

Donna felt the need to explain further. "It was all a set-up. I was the 

bait in the trap to catch Geoff. I didn't know it was Geoff, did I? If you'd 

told me, I'd have made an excuse to Maggie, we could have warned 

him. Oh, what a mess. I was enjoying this weekend, too." 

 

Donna slumped on her grassy mound again, and covered her face with 

both hands. Hot tears trickled down her cheeks and dripped on her 

breasts. There were two five pound notes tucked in her bra cup, the taxi 

fare from Maggie. They were getting wet. What a horrible business. 

 

"I suppose we'd better get back," she sighed. "We can phone my Mum 

and she can come down and collect us." 

 

"We don't have to go home, Don." Lynda spoke softly from very close. 

"The camp's all paid for. It's a nice day. There's always Dave and 

Goober." Her arm was warm and muscular round Donna's narrow back. 

 

"You're not mad at me?" Donna looked up. 

 

"S'not your fault. You were only doing what Maggie wanted." She 

shrugged, her breasts wobbling heavily. "We're here. We might as well 

have some fun. Come on. There's an ice-cream man in the car park. I've 

still got a few quid from Geoff. Grab your basket, we'll get back to the 

camp and make some plans. We can go down town tonight and grab 

some boys. If you don't fancy Goober, that is." 

 

Donna couldn't make her out at all. Lynda had instantly dismissed the 

whole unpleasant business of Geoff, her mother, the money, as if it 

didn't matter at all. An ice cream sounded like a good idea. She 

accepted Lynda's strong hand and stood up. For just a moment, she 

found herself pressed against her big warm body. Helplessly, she 

clutched at Lynda, reached up, and pressed a wet kiss on her surprised 

lips. 

 

Surprised, perhaps, but pleasantly surprised. Lynda responded, opening 

her luscious lips and probing with her tongue, hugging Donna's tiny 

body to her, four vast breasts squashing close and warm. The girls 

wrapped their arms around each other, moaning and whimpering into 

each other's mouths. 

 

That was when Dave and Goober pushed the bushes aside, and stopped, 

dumbfounded. Lynda saw them first: opening her eyes and looking over 

Donna's head, she stiffened. 

 

"How long have you been watching?" 

 

"Only a minute, honest!" Dave was wide-eyed. Goober, scarlet faced, 

was on the point of melting away into the bushes. 

 

"Spying on us, you were. What are you doing out here, anyway? You 

followed us. Fuck off!" 

 

Donna had wriggled round in Lynda's still-tight grip, trying to see who 

the newcomers were. She saw Dave standing there, but had eyes only 

for Goober, who was looking at her with unaccountable sadness in his 

face. He was shaking his head miserably. 

 

"We're just going," Dave mumbled. "Sorry! We were out for a walk. We 

didn't expect to find you two snogging." He turned round and pushed 

Goober ahead of him down the path. 

 

Donna found her tongue at last and struggled to say something - 

anything. "Hang on! You can give us a lift back to the camp. We'll 

explain everything ..." 

 

The boys turned, surprised. Lynda gasped, too. Nobody said a word. 

Donna picked up her basket, managing somehow to keep her breasts 

inside her bra. "Come on. Let's go. What are we waiting for? Lynda's 

going to buy us all an ice cream." 

 

 

********** 

 

Away in the distance, a church clock struck three. It was still dark, but 

there was a hint of greyness through the canvas roof. Somebody was 

snoring soflty. Dave, was it? She raised herself on an elbow and 

confirmed that it was Dave, asleep on his back after a presumably 

exhausting work-out from Lynda. The girl herself was sprawled face 

down across his naked body, shattered by her earlier noisy efforts. Her 

strong thighs were parted, revealing a glimpse of her damp pubic hair. 

 

At least, the noise Lynda had been making last night had helped cover 

up the more subdued sounds she and Goober had made as they 

discovered each other's bodies. James, she thought, not Goober. He lay 

in the crook of her arm, curled up with his thumb in his mouth, his 

head pillowed against her overwhelmingly large breast. It was far 

bigger than the boy's head. Smiling to herself, Donna pulled her other 

breast round to his mouth, gently removed his thumb and offered him 

her nipple. To her delight, James took it between his lips and sucked on 

it gently in his sleep. 

 

She sighed and closed her eyes, feeling contented and utterly relaxed. 

Her hand sought his damp groin, explored briefly, then traced its way 

up his sparsely-haired belly, flat and muscled, to the dimple of his 

navel. James stirred in his sleep, and she stopped tormenting him with 

her fingers, caressed his hair, kissed his forehead. Her nipple felt huge 

in the boy's mouth. Something was trickling down her thigh. 

 

Donna shuddered deliciously. At least two more days. And two more 

nights. 

 

 

********** 

 

Maggie told Charlotte the whole story. "I would never have suspected 

Geoff. I feel so let down. It's like someone in your family doing 

something rotten to you." 

 

Charlotte held Maggie's head against her breast. "Sometimes, you 

wonder if there's anyone you can trust. Geoff was so nice, always. I saw 

him with the girl, at Mrs D's. They just turned up out of the blue to get 

her a bra. Back in May, it was. I suppose that's when he took the 

pictures. I know I was smaller then!" 

 

Maggie sat up in the bed and admired the huge girl. "A lot has 

happened in a short time. All these great big girls I've come into contact 

with. And all this ..." She indicated Charlotte's burgeoning chest. 

"You're still getting bigger, too. It's as well you didn't drive the sort of 

bargain that Mrs Fielding did, or BJ would be bankrupt by now. Forty 

inches increase in three months!" 

 

"As long as you're here to suck them, I don't mind about the money. It's 

going to be strange at Duncan's when he gets back from South America. 

No Geoffrey. He'll be distraught. Do you think those two are ...?" 

 

"Who, Duncan and Geoff? No way. Dunc's got a boyfriend out in 

Berkshire somewhere. Geoff's not his type. I'm surprised Geoff took to 

Lynda so much. She's taken him for hundreds of pounds, he was saying. 

I know one shouldn't feel sorry for him, but it's difficult. He even had a 

two hundred quid advance from Hilton Paark against the pictures he 

was going to take of Donna, and Lynda's had most of that off him, too. 

He's a fool to himself." 

 

"Girls are absolute bastards," Charlotte agreed. "Especially big-titted 

ones. Come here, Mags! I need your tongue inside me again." 

 

Maggie snuggled up to her huge girlfriend. With a contented smile, she 

parted Charlotte's powerful thighs. 

 

 

********** 

 

"Hello, you!" 

 

Donna smiled at Lynda, who had sat up and looked around her in the 

lightening tent. "Hi. What's the time?" 

 

"Just struck six. You've been out like a light. I've been lying here just 

watching you!" 

 

"With your tit in Goober's mouth? You horny little swine. Crawl over 

here and give me a fishy kiss. I'm getting soaked just watching you with 

that boy. And jealous, too." 

 

Donna eased her nipple free from Goober's lips. It was twice its normal 

size. She replaced it with the boy's thumb, then crawled eagerly across 

to Lynda. Her friend smelled like an animal. A female animal.  

 

"I love you, Lynnie!" 

 

"Ooooh, Don! Kiss me down there, quickly. Lap up all that juice. Mind 

you don't drown!" 

 

"I don't mind," Donna admitted, and ran her tongue up and down 

Lynda's slit, bringing a groan from her. She sat back and parted her 

thighs further, and Donna felt a quiver in her tummy as the puffy labia 

winked open stickily. Lynda glistened bright pink inside. A dribble of 

slick moisture seeped out of her and dribbled down the plump folds of 

flesh. Donna's eyes lit up and she darted forward. 

 

 

********** 

 

"Look out, Don," Lynda warned her. "Yours is waking up." 

 

Goober stirred, removed his thumb and blinked about him, scratching 

his groin. His eyes at last focused on the loving couple between him and 

Dave on the other bed. He had the grace to look embarrassed. 

 

"Hi, darling!" Donna pulled her face out of Lynda. It almost made a 

sucking noise. She leaned across to Goober and kissed him on the nose. 

Getting the taste for it, she opened her mouth wide and gave him a 

going over like a vacuum cleaner. They parted eventually. 

 

Goober looked uncertain about the taste. Lynda licked her full lips and 

grinned at him, her eyes sparkling. "Do you prefer the taste of hers to 

mine?" she giggled. 

 

"Don't make him blush, Lyn!" Donna kissed him again. "Sorry, love. 

I've been licking Lynda for half an hour. I was thinking of you the 

whole time, though." 

 

Lynda aimed a pillow at her head. 

 

"What are you lot up to?" Dave growled. "How's a bloke supposed to 

sleep round here?" 

 

Donna sighed. "Now you've woken yours up. You'd better give him a 

good seeing-to. Enjoy, darling! See you in a couple of hours." 

 

James was ready for her. Kissing him on the lips, pushing him 

backward and down with her immense, stiff-nippled breasts, she gently 

bore him down on to his back. 

 

And, oooh, she was more than ready for him, as well! 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 18:- More Than Just A Pair Of Boobs 

 

Kay lay back in Rick's arms, feeling relaxed to the point of drowsiness.  

 

"Better, sweetheart?" Rick stroked her cheek. He was surrounded by 

pillows, propped up in Kay's bed. She lay between his thighs, resting 

against his left arm. She looked up into his face. 

 

"I feel delicious. It gets better every time!" 

 

"Not surprising after the first time! It couldn't get much worse than 

that." 

 

Kay squeezed his thigh menacingly. "Don't you dare. It was a beautiful 

experience. It's just that since then, it's been more beautiful. And every 

time from now on, too. For ever and ever." 

 

Rick kissed her softly on the cheek, and his hand traced a path across 

the plump fullness of her right breast. 

 

"Ricky?" 

 

Rick knew that Kay had one of her important questions for him. 

 

"Yes, love?" 

 

"After this is all over, all this business with Cunis, they're going to pay 

for a reduction for me." 

 

"Reduction? You mean ...?" 

 

"Yes. My boobs." She felt his body stiffen and looked up into his eyes 

again. "What's the matter?" 

 

"You never mentioned it before. You mean it's all arranged. They're 

going to do an operation on you and ..." He shuddered. 

 

"It's all in the deal. I spoke to them at the start, and they told me all 

about it. All my clothes and bras until I'm twenty-one, and a reduction 

operation at the end of it." 

 

"But a reduction? I mean, what if you didn't want one?" 

 

"It's not compulsory, darling! But of course I want one. These things 

are a pain in the arse. They always have been. Your mum's bras make 

them feel loads better, but they're still miles too big, look at them!" 

 

"I am looking at them. I look at nothing else. I just can't believe you 

want them chopped off!" 

 

Kay squirmed round in his arms and swung her legs round so she was 

sitting between his legs, facing him. It took quite a bit of effort. "What's 

the matter, sweetie?" She touched his cheek with a finger. 

 

Rick couldn't speak. No words would come out, only a sound like rusty 

clockwork.  

 

"Darling?" Kay leaned closer, her breasts filling the space between 

them. "What is it? It's for the best to get rid of them. They're far too big. 

Aren't they? Rick?" 

 

Still not a word would come. 

 

"Oh, shit. You actually ..." Kay wiped a tear from his cheek before it 

could trickle down. Crossly, he wiped the other eye himself. "You 

mean, you like them? You don't want me to ...?" 

 

"Course not!" Rick's voice was harsh. "How can you think of it. It's ... 

like sacrilege." 

 

Kay's mind whirled. Until now, the reduction had been the whole point 

of the deal. A free reduction, leading to freedom. Now, here was this 

man who had become so much a part of her life. She had just assumed 

he enjoyed her company, perhaps even loved her a little bit for herself, 

for what she was inside. Not just as a pair of boobs. She felt sadness 

creeping over her. She wanted to cry. But not here, in bed. Not with her 

breasts between her and him. She got up, restrained her swinging 

breasts angrily, and headed for the bathroom. Sadly, she locked the 

door, and sat down. 

 

 

********** 

 

"I love you, Don!" 

 

Donna placed a finger on Goober's lips. "No need to say it, James. 

We've had a lovely few days, but we're not going to see each other again 

after this, are we? We'll go home and forget about each other." 

 

"No! Donna, don't say that. I'll never forget you." 

 

"It's true, James. You'll see if it's not. Well, most of it, anyway. I won't 

forget you, either. Mum says you never forget your first time." 

 

"Can't we see each other? We could get a bus and see each other. We 

could do this again. Please, Donna!" 

 

"All right." It was easier to agree. "We'll have each other's numbers and 

addresses, won't we! We'll talk. And we won't forget each other, I 

promise." 

 

They held each other for a minute, but it wasn't right, somehow. The 

tent was packed away, stacked under the trees out of the drizzling rain. 

"Mum will be here in a minute. Look at those two, going at it! Like a 

couple of kids!" 

 

They giggled, looking over at Dave and Lynda, who seemed to be on 

the verge of yet another of her noisiest orgasms in the back of the boys' 

steamed-up van. She was clearly practically naked, and her cries 

reverberated off the metal sides of the van with eerie echoes. 

 

"Is she really only fourteen?" Goober was disbelieving. "Dave would go 

ape-shit if he knew." 

 

"She's as old as she thinks she is, young Lynda. At least, I'm legal. You 

won't go to jail." 

 

"I'd go to jail for you. I'd live on bread and water." 

 

"You're sweet!" Donna reached up and kissed him, her straining T-shirt 

full and warm where it squashed against his arm. "Here's my mum 

coming now. Take care, James!" 

 

They abandoned themselves totally for a minute, as Laura's car stopped. 

Donna's mother didn't get out until the couple broke apart, their fingers 

touching as they stood a couple of feet apart. The trouble with standing 

a couple of feet from Donna was that you were still touching her. 

 

"Hi, darling!" Laura came over and touched Donna's hair. "You're 

getting wet out here, but I don't suppose you noticed." 

 

"This is James, Mum!" 

 

"Hi, James." Laura grinned at the boy, who blushed. "Where's your 

friend?" Laura glanced meaningfully at the van, now rocking on its 

suspension. Moans came from it, audible from thirty yards away. 

 

"She's just saying goodbye to Dave. The tent's all ready. Shall we load it 

up. C'mon, Goober. Let's get packed!" 

 

Goober noticed the change in his name, and his status. He heaved a 

sigh, but grabbed a corner of the tent and helped Donna pile it into the 

back of the car. Anything to be close to this girl. Just for a last 

unforgettable minute. 

 

 

********** 

 

"Kay? Please come out." 

 

"What for?" 

 

She sat there, drained, unhappy. 

 

"So we can talk." Rick's voice was hollow through the door. "And I 

need a piss." 

 

"Why didn't you say so?" She got up and unlocked the door. "All yours. 

The seat's nice and warm." 

 

"I'll stand up, thanks."  

 

She was tempted to stay and watch, but she decided to go out to the 

kitchen instead. "I'm hungry. What do you fancy?" she called out. 

"Scrambled eggs? I feel like scrambled eggs on toast." She busied 

herself with half a dozen eggs and the whisk. It felt good, smashing 

eggs to bits. Rick's body was suddenly there, warm and powerful behind 

her back. She shuddered. 

 

"I've been thinking ..." 

 

"Shove some bread in the toaster, there's a love." 

 

"About your reduction," he persisted doggedly. 

 

"I hope there's enough here. Get me another egg out of the fridge, 

please. Better too much than not enough." Kay wanted to bite her 

tongue. 

 

"It's just that after my mum's experience ..." 

 

"Your mum? Pepper, quick. And a dob of butter." 

 

"My mum. She had a reduction. When she was nine years old." 

 

"When she was ...? I didn't know. You never said." 

 

"I ... it never came up in the course of conversation. She told us about 

it, me and Dolly. It was horrible for her." 

 

Kay looked up at him, forgetting for a moment to stir the eggs in the 

saucepan. "Tell me all about it, Rick. After our scrambled eggs." 

 

 

********** 

 

"It's going to take an extra hour and a half." Laura turned out of the 

camp site drive and accelerated up the hill toward Corfe Castle. "We're 

going to take Lynda home. Something's come up, and it's probably best 

that she doesn't go home on the bus." 

 

"What? What's happened?" Lynda leaned forward from the back seat. 

She was looking and feeling scruffy, sticky and uncomfortable. Her 

shorts felt too tight for her, she had dressed in a hurry and her bra was 

riding up. She could smell her own sweat and the aftermath of sex. She 

needed a serious visit to the toilet, sooner rather than later. 

 

Laura glanced at the girl in the interior mirror, and opened her window 

a few more inches. 

 

"Your mum called last night. She sounded upset. Apparently, somebody 

showed her an American magazine, called GROSS or something. It had 

your pictures in it. She's not best pleased, Lyn!" 

 

Lynda groaned and sat back in her seat. That was it. She was going to 

die. At least, she wouldn't die alone. For some reason, Donna and her 

mum were coming home with her. Her mum wouldn't strangle her until 

they had gone. She wondered if they would like to stay the night. 

 

Laura spoke more quietly, to Donna. It made it difficult for Lynda to 

hear, but she felt so miserable she stayed slumped in her back seat.  

 

"Did you find out who did it? Who took the pictures?" 

 

"It was Geoff. From the studios. He came down and Maggie had a word 

with him. She pretended to call Duncan, and Geoff ran off. Will he get 

into trouble?" 

 

"Probably. Was he nice?" 

 

"All right." Donna was non-committal. 

 

"Not as nice as James, though?" 

 

"Oh, Mum!" 

 

"Sorry! Not fair. How was it for you, love?" 

 

Donna looked at her mother, alarmed and embarrassed. 

 

"All right." 

 

"I hope it was better than just 'all right.' Didn't the earth move?" Laura 

grinned across at her. 

 

Donna reached her hand over and touched her mother's thigh. For a 

moment, she felt a warm hand reassuringly on hers. 

 

"It moved, Mum. Not very far, but it moved, all right." It had stopped 

raining. The sun was peeking through the ragged clouds. Donna 

adjusted the angle of her seat slightly. She was feeling quite sleepy. 

 

 

********** 

 

"And she couldn't feed you and Dolly? That's terrible. I never knew." 

 

"It's why she does what she does. Making bras. She says if she can save 

just one girl from what happened to her, it will be worth it." 

 

"Imagine. And she was only nine?" 

 

"She was ten, apparently, when she started growing again for the 

second time, lopsided." 

 

"Oh, no. Just a kid. It must have been awful for her at school." 

 

"And later, too. She said that not being able to breast feed was what 

hurt her most of all. And Kay?" 

 

"Don't you want to be able to feed our babies, too?" 

 

"Rick." Kay's voice was unsteady. "That was a bit below the belt, wasn't 

it?" 

 

"Was it?" He sighed. "I suppose so. It's only because of the way it's 

affected Mum. I'd hate for you to have to go through all that. It wasn't 

anything else. I love you the way you are. You're not just a pair of 

boobs. You're all of you. Everything. If you had them cut off, I would 

still love you. I'd just rather you still had them, that's all." 

 

"A girl and a boy. Is that what you want?" Kay rested her head on his 

shoulder, her voice dreamy. 

 

Rick held her closer. "Or a boy and a girl. Or two boys. Or two girls. I 

don't mind!" 

 

"Two girls? As long as they have enormous tits like me?" 

 

Rick turned to her and they kissed for a full minute. 

 

"Preferably," he said. 

 

"You bastard!" Kay punched his arm hard. 

 

"You can't do that to me yet, we're not even married." 

 

"If that was your idea of a proposal ...?" 

 

"If you like!" 

 

Kay felt the tears on her cheeks. 

 

"I like!" 

 

 

********** 

 

Duncan finished loading the last of the pile of Hasselblad magazines 

with film. He was in a foul mood. Until now, he hadn't realised just 

how much of his workload Geoff actually did. Debbie, bless her, was 

doing as much as she could, arranging the sets and the backgrounds. 

 

"Where is she?" Duncan snapped at Debbie. 

 

"Probably the traffic. She'll be here. You know what it's like on a 

Monday morning. And she's not even due for another half hour." 

 

"I don't know why there's such a rush to get these shots taken. Another 

day wouldn't have made any difference, surely." 

 

"They've got a tight deadline at HUMUNGOUS! So Maggie was saying. 

It wasn't because Charlotte's pregnant. She's still got six months to go. 

She won't be showing yet. Just a bit fuller, probably." 

 

Duncan shuddered at the very thought. "Pregnant women! Schoolgirls! 

What is this business coming to? I will have to give serious 

consideration to my future. Damn! Look at that reflector. Where's that 

bloody Geoffrey?" 

 

"Duncan. Remember? Geoffrey is no longer with us." 

 

Duncan sank into his armchair and ran a hand across his face. 

 

"I remember. Stupid boy, ruining his career for the sake of a few 

pounds." 

 

"That's all he got out of it, too. He never even got into the kid's pants. 

And as for the money, he said Lynda had the whole lot off him. He still 

owes Hilton Paark a couple of hundred quid. He was pretty choked up 

over it when I saw him." 

 

"God! What is he going to do with himself?" 

 

"He was talking of setting up on his own. Borrowing the cash for a 

camera and some lights ..." 

 

"He'll never do it. Paark won't buy any of his stuff." Duncan got up and 

paced up and down, flapping his arms helplessly. He fumbled for a 

moment with the long roll of background paper. There was a long tear 

in it, and it was getting longer. "Shit, Debbie, call the boy up and get 

him in here. I can't bloody work without him!" 

 

To Duncan's horror, Debbie flung herself at him, her arms round his 

neck. She wrapped her powerful legs around his waist and planted a 

huge wet kiss on his mouth. 

 

"There, that's all you're getting," she panted happily. "I'll go and call 

him now. And Duncan! Don't start getting any ideas. I'm as queer as 

you are, remember!" 

 

The box of film crashed into the door above Debbie's head as she 

ducked, stuck out her tongue and disappeared. 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 19:- Somehow I Just Can't Seem To Stop Growing! 

 

"What do you think of her, Mags? Daddy bought her for me!" 

 

"It's yours? Charlotte! It's fabulous. Can you get behind the wheel?" 

 

"Oh, come on, Mags, get real! But Maxwell can, and that's all that 

matters. Dear Maxwell. He nearly came in his uniform pants when they 

delivered her yesterday morning. I think Daddy wanted to say sorry. 

Perhaps he decided that since he's not going to get a son and heir, he 

might as well enjoy the only grandchild he's likely to get for a while. 

When it comes, next Spring. God knows how big I'll be by then." 

 

The silver Mercedes coupe gleamed in the Autumn sunshine. Maxwell 

was lightly tending to the brightwork with a yellow duster. Maggie 

wondered which was the biggest perk of the chauffeur's job, the silver 

Merc or the vast-breasted heiress. 

 

"It's been almost three days, Mags. What are you doing after the 

session?" Charlotte licked her lips. Perhaps Maxwell wasn't having her 

after all. Charlotte lowered her voice. "Maxwell does his best, but he's 

finding it a struggle now I'm getting so vast. He's only ..." 

 

Maggie's eyes opened wide as Charlotte indicated the size of something 

with her thumb and index finger held apart. Not very far apart. 

 

"Is that the length or the thickness?" she asked, horrified. 

 

Charlotte looked at her fingers again, as if to check. 

 

"Both. Or either. But it's not the size that matters," Charlotte chided 

her, "it's what he does with it. I like what he does with it. But now I'm 

so gigantic, he just can't get close enough to do it to me any more. Not 

without knocking himself unconscious on my tits. We had a nasty 

accident last night. See the bruise on his head?" 

 

Maxwell had a purple bruise on his forehead. 

 

"It came up like an egg. He fell off me, and banged his head on one of 

the posts of the four-poster. I thought it would have woken the dead, but 

it didn't wake Daddy. Maxwell was unconscious, but when I rang for 

Mrs Grummit, she appeared about ten seconds later with a bowl of cold 

water and a sponge. She must have been listening outside the door, 

bless her. She had him up and ready for action in half a minute, but I 

had to send him back to his room. I'd quite lost my appetite for it. I 

suppose he ended up with Mrs G or the scullery maid." 

 

"I didn't know you had a scullery maid." 

 

"Just got her. A dishy little thing, only about this tall, four foot six or 

so, and a pair of tits on her like pumpkins. Apart from those, she looks 

about twelve." 

 

"Golly. Do you think she'd like to pose for some pictures?" 

 

"Er, Mags. I only told you half the story. She's got a face like a bag of 

chisels." 

 

"Pity." 

 

"Maxwell doesn't mind. As he says, you don't look at the mantelpiece 

when you're poking the fire." 

 

"Still, we won't need any little pixies with monster boobies once the 

HUMUNGOUS! readers have seen your latest pictures. You all ready 

for Duncan?" 

 

"Ready as I'll ever be." 

 

"Come on then. Let's see what he has to say about his biggest model." 

 

They were about to open the door of the studio building when there was 

a muffled roar of an ineffectively-silenced exhaust, and a red Escort 

swung in down the side alley and disappeared. There was a clang as it 

collided briefly with something in the back yard. 

 

Maggie stared. "Isn't that Geoff's car?" 

 

"No idea. I thought he'd been sacked after that Lynda business." 

 

"He was. But he seems to be back! What's Duncan playing at?" 

 

She began to lead the way inside. Charlotte pulled her back. "Hey, wait 

a minute. You never answered my question." 

 

"Question? Oh, that question." She grinned at the big girl. "Well, what 

do you think?" 

 

"In that case, just watch while I break a strong man's heart." She turned 

to Maxwell, who was polishing non-existent spots off the windshield. 

"Maxwell, darling! Put the roof up, would you. Then drop the keys in to 

the receptionist and go home on the train. Miss Wallace will be driving 

me!" 

 

 

********** 

 

Debbie was bustling around in the dressing room, not apparently doing 

anything, but looking decidedly busy. 

 

"Hi!" she said breezily. She seemed distracted somehow. 

 

"Hi, Debs. Here we are again." Maggie glanced up the chemical-

smelling corridor. "Is himself about?" 

 

"Not for a minute," Debbie said hastily. "That is, he's in, but he's 

talking to someone. Geoffrey." 

 

"So that was his car that came in just now. What's he doing? Giving 

him his cards?" 

 

"No, he's taking him back on. On his best behaviour. First, he's going to 

scare the shit out of him." 

 

Maggie looked at the girl. "It didn't work, breaking up the team, then?" 

 

There were tears in Debbie's eyes. "The place just wasn't the same. And 

Duncan didn't know where to find anything. He needs an assistant, but 

he couldn't face the prospect of training another one from scratch. You 

won't drop Geoff in the shit, will you? Mags, please?" 

 

"It's nothing to do with us, I suppose. Geoff did drop Cunis in it, but 

that's all done now. There'll be no getting Lynda back." She chuckled to 

herself. "If Lynda's still alive, that is. Young Donna said she was going 

to get strangled when her mum found out. And her mum found out in 

the worst possible way. The vicar saw Lynda's spread in GROSS." 

 

"The vicar? You've got to be joking?" 

 

"Maybe not the vicar, but a friend of a friend of a very close friend. 

Recognised Lynnie and blew the whistle. The poor kid. Still, she had a 

good run for her money." 

 

"Or Geoff's money." Debbie shook her head sadly. "Lynnie had the lot. 

Every last penny. And he still owes Hilton Paark hundreds. I don't 

know what she spent it all on." 

 

"Clothes, undies, drinks, CD's, whatever young girls do spend their 

money on. Where's that Charlotte got to? She only nipped into the loo 

for a minute. You know what these pregnant women are like!" 

 

"Is she very pregnant, Mags? Does it show yet? Duncan was worried 

about her showing." 

 

"I think he'd better wait until he sees her. She's a bit bigger, but it's not 

the way you'd think." They heard the sound of the toilet door. "Here she 

comes. Try not to stare, it's rude." 

 

"Fucking zipper stuck." Charlotte came in, cursing. She had to squeeze 

her breasts inwards with both hands, just to get through the doorway. 

"Look at the fucking thing. Took me ten minutes to get my jeans down. 

By the time I got them off, I'd forgotten what I was in there for. Good 

job it wasn't an urgent visit." 

 

"Jeezus!" Debbie sounded as if she had been poleaxed. She sat down on 

the dressing table and stared at Charlotte. Pots of makup and boxes of 

tissues clattered to the floor. 

 

"Hi, Debbie. So glad you're pleased to see me!" 

 

"Mags said you were a bit bigger. She wasn't kidding." 

 

"Maggie doesn't joke about things like that, lovey, you should know by 

now. What do you think? I look better naked, Mags tells me. Where's 

Duncan, anyway?" 

 

"He's bollocking Geoff before he re-employs him," said Maggie. "He 

will probably need Geoff's support when he sees you. He'll have one of 

his queer turns. You'd better get ready for him. Get your kit off, I'll go 

and tell him we're here. It's okay, Debs, you stay and look after 

Charlotte." She gently pushed Debbie back on to the dressing table and 

set off in the direction of the studio. 

 

The sound of voices led her to Duncan. He was obviously winding up 

for his big finale. 

 

"You let me down, Geoffrey, and I am deeply hurt. Deeply. How could 

you do such a thing? How could you? If it wasn't for the fact that we are 

so very, very busy, I would already have employed your replacement, 

someone I could trust, someone who would appreciate the unique 

opportunity of working for Duncan Throssell." 

 

Geoff was standing before the great man, and obviously hearing the 

tirade for about the fifth time. He was pale and trembling, but he was 

okay: he had his job back. Then he caught sight of Maggie at the 

doorway and began to panic. 

 

Maggie coughed politely. "Morning, Duncan, sorry to interrupt ..." 

 

With his eyes still on Geoff, Duncan approached her, crabwise, fingers 

outstretched for balance, and offered his cheek. "Maggie, my dear. I 

suppose you brought that ... that ... pregnant woman with you?" 

 

"Charlotte. The Honourable Charlotte. Yes, she's here. Debbie's looking 

after her. You all ready? Morning, Geoff," she added coolly. 

 

"Morning, Miss Wallace." 

 

"We're just setting up, Maggie. Ask Debbie to escort Miss fforbes-

Davenport to the studio as soon as she is dressed. Or undressed. If you 

would, please. Geoffrey, background, please. Lights. We shall use the 

bed. Then if the young lady decides to go into ... labour ... or whatever 

it's called, we will be ready for her." Duncan gave a slightly panicky 

giggle. 

 

"Yes, Duncan." 

 

"Geoffrey. You will call me Mr Throssell, please. You must work to 

regain my trust!" 

 

"Yes, Mr Throssell." 

 

 

********** 

 

Charlotte sat slumped on the edge of the bed. Her left breast lay 

negligently on the covers beside her. She was scrutinising its surface, 

feeling and stroking it with both hands. There wasn't room on the bed 

for the other breast, so she had allowed it to dangle down between her 

legs to rest on the floor between her feet. It was a disturbing spectacle. 

 

It disturbed Maggie, who had seen it before, but still found the sight of 

Charlotte quite mind-blowing. 

 

It disturbed Debbie, who was hovering around the bed with a powder-

puff, as if wondering where to start. 

 

It disturbed Geoff, whose mouth was open. He stared at Charlotte as if 

afraid she might dematerialise if he took his eyes off her for a second. 

 

It disturbed Duncan, who lay sprawled in his overstuffed armchair, 

accepting sips of iced water from the glass Maggie was holding. 

 

"It's no use," he mourned. "I am unable to photograph this woman. She 

is too ... she is too gross." 

 

"Please, Duncan," Maggie hissed urgently. "That is not a word we like 

to use round here. Look at her again." 

 

Duncan's eyes swivelled in his head. They settled briefly on Charlotte 

and he instantly closed them tight. When he opened them, she was still 

there, twice as large as life. He shuddered. 

 

"See," said Maggie, "It's only Charlotte. Remember how you enjoyed 

photographing her last time, how professional she was? It's still her. 

She's just ... bigger, that's all!" 

 

Charlotte stopped inspecting her left breast and looked around at the 

disturbed faces. "It's no good, Mags. I'd better go. If Duncan can't bear 

to look at me, that's it. He can't take pictures without looking. Just help 

me up, will you!" 

 

"You stay there," squeaked Maggie. "This job has to be done. Duncan, 

you are under contract. Are you going to take these pictures or not?" 

 

"Not!" Duncan muttered. He placed his thumb in his mouth and sank 

deeper into his chair. With his other hand, he clutched the chair arm 

tightly in case Maggie tried to make him get up. His toes were turned 

petulantly inwards. He rolled his eyes in Maggie's direction as if to say 

'I dare you!' 

 

"Good grief!" Maggie ran her hands through her hair and adjusted her 

glasses on her nose. "In that case, Duncan, there is no alternative" 

Geoffrey!" 

 

"Yes, Miss Wallace?" Geoff tore his eyes away from Charlotte for a 

second. 

 

"Load the camera, or whatever you do with the damned thing." 

 

"Me? I can't. I don't know how." 

 

"You did all right with Lynda. It's the same camera, isn't it?" 

 

Geoff nodded. He looked fearfully at Duncan, who had closed his eyes 

again. 

 

"Go on, then. Set it up!" 

 

Slowly, Geoff picked up the Hasselblad, checking that the magazine 

was in place. He nodded to Debbie, who scampered away and switched 

on the lights. Both of them kept glancing at Duncan, expecting him to 

interrupt indignantly at any moment. He didn't. 

 

"Are you ready, Miss fforbes-Davenport?" Geoff quavered, peering 

through the viewfinder, his hands shaking. 

 

"Call me Charlotte, for fuck's sake. And yes, I'm ready. Get it over with, 

before I start having this baby." 

 

"Hold it like that, then," Geoff bleated, and the camera went 'clack - 

wheee' as the lights flashed. 

 

"Like this?" Charlotte screeched. "With one tit on the bed and the other 

one on the floor? What sort of a pose is that?" 

 

'Clack.' 

 

Charlotte tried to heave the huge dangling mass of her right breast up 

on to the bed with both hands. 

 

'Clack.' 

 

"No, not yet!" The great wobbling thing escaped. 

 

'Clack.' 

 

This time, she grabbed it with enough determination to rest it on her 

knees, although whenever she put her knees together, it tried to fall 

down on one side or the other, or both sides at the same time. And 

when she parted her knees, it threatened to flop down between them 

again. 

 

'Clack.' 

 

"Geoff, you fucking bastard!" 

 

She rolled on to her back, on the centre of the bed. The errant breast 

rolled after her, more or less under control. 

 

'Clack.' 

 

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Charlotte tried to sit up again, but her breasts 

weren't quite ready and dragged her down. Her legs parted as she went 

down flat on her back. 

 

"Oh, bloody hell!" cried Maggie. 

 

'Clack.' 

 

"You can't use that one, Mags!" Charlotte screamed. 

 

"I don't know, Char, it looks okay from here!" 

 

'Clack.' 

 

Charlotte managed to roll on to her side. With a huge effort, she rolled 

right over, squashing her right breast beneath her ... 

 

'Clack. Clack.' 

 

...And she was on her hands and knees. Always a popular pose, much 

in demand. Unfortunately, she had her bottom toward the camera. She 

wasn't so much winking at the lens as threatening to swallow it whole. 

 

'Clack. Clack.' 

 

"Hold it, Charlotte." Geoff fumbled the magazine off the back of the 

camera and replaced it with another. He sneaked a glance at Duncan, 

who had opened his eyes and was now gazing at the scene with a deeply 

pained expression. Deeply, deeply pained. He closed his eyes again. 

 

"Bring your main light back a yard, boy. Have you learned nothing?" 

 

"Yes, Mr Throssell." 

 

"And check your stop. Sixteen and two thirds!" 

 

"It is, Mr Throssell." 

 

"Geoffrey, call me Duncan, for God's sake!" 

 

"Yes, Mr Throssell." Debbie darted forward with her powder puff, tears 

streaming down her face. 

 

"Stop crying all over the model, Deborah!" 

 

"Yes, Mr Throssell!" 

 

'Clack.' 

 

"Look at the camera, Charlotte," Geoff called encouragingly. 

 

"How in fuck's name am I supposed to see the camera past this lot?" 

stormed the model. "Help me turn round, somebody." 

 

Debbie and Maggie sprang to her aid. They grabbed a breast each and 

pushed and shoved while Charlotte performed an elaborate multi-point 

turn on the bed. Panting, she saw Geoff, gawping over the top of the 

camera at her. "Ah, there you are," she said. 

 

There was a brief pause while the girls persuaded Charlotte's breasts 

into position and stood back to admire their handiwork. 

 

"You two ought to cut your fucking fingernails," Charlotte suggested 

helpfully.  

 

"Oh, no, that won't do," said Maggie. "You can't see her nipples!" She 

barged forward and rummaged about beneath the left breast, her hand 

finally emerging triumphantly with a fat nipple. 

 

"Ouch. Bloody SHIT!" Charlotte screamed. "What are you doing?" 

 

"I'll just get the other one,"said Maggie. "There. Take it quick, Geoff, 

before they fall off the edge of the bed." 

 

The pose was a popular one with readers of big bust magazines, yet they 

could never before have seen it looking quite like this. Charlotte's 

slightly startled face peered over her broad and powerful shoulders. Her 

hands rested on the bed, but there was no way the readers could see 

them.  

 

Charlotte's arms were totally obscured by the vast globes which were 

squashed together in a cleavage tight enough to hold a telegraph pole 

horizontally above the ground. Even squashed together like that, they 

still protruded far, far beyond the width of her body. Their outer edges 

were every bit of three feet apart. 

 

Thanks to Maggie's inspired efforts, two turgidly erect nipples - 

surrounded by chocolate brown areolae as big across as ... well, very big 

across indeed ... pointed lewdly at the camera. 

 

The shutter clacked again and again in an orgasmic frenzy as Geoff's 

thumb tried to crush the button into the body of the camera. It stopped 

at last. 

 

"Hold it again, Charlotte," Geoff gasped hoarsely. "More film ...!" 

 

"I can't hold it much longer!" 

 

"Just a minute, while I get this other mag on ...!" 

 

"It's no use, they're starting to ...!" 

 

"Here we go, ready! Ready, Charlotte?" 

 

"No! They're falling off the bed!" 

 

'Clack.' 

 

"Oh, fuck it, look out! Grab me, somebody!" 

 

'Clack.' 

 

"That's great, Charlotte, one more. Don't move." 

 

"BASTARDS!" 

 

It wasn't clear what Charlotte meant by that. Was it Geoff she was 

swearing at? Maggie and Debbie? The readers of HUMUNGOUS!? Or 

her breasts? 

 

With a noiseless squish, they both slithered over the edge of the bed and 

slumped to the floor. There was a lambskin rug down there that might, 

under happier circumstances, have given Charlotte's throbbing nipples 

some degree of pleasurable stimulation. The rug disappeared under the 

mighty flowing cascade of giant breasts. 

 

'Clack. Clack. Clack.' 

 

Charlotte's chin thumped against the bed. "Oh, yes, Geoffrey. Very 

amusing. You wait till I get up, that's all." 

 

It was an empty threat. The vast weight of her breasts dragged 

Charlotte after them. Once her head was over the edge of the bed, and 

her bottom - her splendid hips, her mighty thighs, her wonderful, 

wonderful bottom - rose into the air, Charlotte was lost. She tucked her 

head in between her breasts, accepting the inevitable, and performed a 

stately, noble forward roll off the bed.  

 

With an appalling crash, her feet came over the top and overturned the 

lamp stand. Debbie grabbed at it, in vain. Down it went, taking the 

other one with it. 

 

And there was darkness upon the land. 

 

The only sound was a low moaning. 

 

"For God's sake, Duncan, belt up," said Maggie unsympathetically. "It's 

all your fault anyway." 

 

"Get me out from here, somebody," Geoff whimpered. "She's on top of 

me!" 

 

The house lights came on as Debbie found the switches. The scene was 

like a battlefield. The centrepiece was the Hon Charlotte fforbes-

Davenport, flat on her back with her mammoth breasts outflung far to 

the sides. Her legs were parted, revealing, to anyone who cared to look, 

a deliciously pink pussy. Not a small one, by any means, and certainly 

not a tight one, but a most pleasant colour. Her belly was plainly that of 

a somewhat pregnant heiress. Geoff's head poked incongruously from 

between her thighs, as if he was just being delivered into the world. 

 

"I'm lying on something hard," Charlotte observed archly. "Geoffrey?" 

 

"It's not me, it's the lens." 

 

"Pity! Help me up, Mags. I assume this sitting is at an end, along with 

my career with Cunis Publications?" 

 

"I think we'd better call it a wrap for now." Maggie went over to 

Duncan's armchair. "Look at the bugger. Out like a light." 

 

"I'll look after him," said Debbie. "I know exactly what he needs. Give 

me a minute, and we'll get the receptionist to call his boyfriend."  

 

She took one of Charlotte's arms, Maggie took the other. Geoff was 

flattened, but not terminally. He sat up tentatively as Charlotte's bulk 

was winched upright, and began inspecting the camera and himself for 

damage. 

 

"I'd better go to the darkroom," he groaned, and dragged himself away. 

 

"He's gone for a wank. He always goes in there," whispered Debbie. 

 

"What a dreadful waste!" Charlotte was obviously recovering swiftly 

from her ordeal. The two girls restrained her from following Geoff into 

the darkroom. 

 

"Best leave him to it, Char," Maggie soothed her. "Let's get you 

dressed, then I'll drive you home. We need to check for damage to 

Cunis's assets." 

 

"They're a bit sore. And with all that pulling and stretching, they feel 

about a foot longer than they were before we started. But I'll tell you 

what, Mags. One way and another, this whole thing has made me really 

rather wet. Do you think there's room for three of us in the Merc?" 

 

"Three? You mean ...?" 

 

Charlotte nodded. 

 

In record time, the Mercedes was barrelling through the streets of West 

London, Maggie at the wheel, Charlotte wedged somehow into the front 

seat, Debbie tucked into the luggage space behind. All three young 

women were, not to put too fine a point on it, creaming themselves in 

anticipation. 

 

 

********** 

 

"All's well that ends well, Chief!" 

 

"It certainly looks like it." Wilma unrolled the latest fax from BJ and 

studied the figures. "We've sold out on most of the news-stands. 

Subscriptions were up 35 per cent after Charlotte's first layout, and a 

further 40 per cent at the latest count, and the October issue has only 

been on the streets a week." 

 

"They were some amazing shots. The only problem was finding one 

decent and respectable enough to put on the front cover." 

 

"That was a brilliant idea of yours, Mags." 

 

"Oh, chief! It was nothing. Anyway, that shot of Charlotte perched on 

the back of her Mercedes was the only one we could find of her with her 

clothes on. Or most of them, anyway." 

 

"Enough to cover her nipples, that's all the law demands. Difficult 

enough with a hundred and nineteen inch bust, though." 

 

"A hundred and twenty three, Chief! Debbie and I measured her when 

we got her home. She wouldn't stop going on and on about how much 

she'd stretched her tits falling off that bed. She wouldn't rest until we'd 

measured her." 

 

"I suppose you'll be wanting expenses payments for that fifteen-foot 

tape measure you went out and bought?" 

 

"Yes, please, Chief. And the way Charlotte's going, even that one won't 

last her until she's had her baby. And God knows how big they're gonna 

get when she starts feeding. Twins, huh?" 

 

"Have you seen her lately?" 

 

"On and off, yes." Maggie blushed. 

 

"All right, don't tell me. I don't need to know about your sordid affairs, 

Ms Wallace. Anyway, give her my love." 

 

"I'll do it this afternoon. We're seeing Mrs Danby again." 

 

"Again? Both of you?" 

 

"Well, Charlotte has to have a new bra, of course. It's been almost three 

weeks since her last visit. And she'll need to be looking at her best  for 

her personal appearance on Harvey Armstrong Live at Ten! Over in the 

States. But I'm afraid I need to see Mrs Danby again myself! I don't 

what's causing it, Chief, but somehow I just can't seem to stop 

growing!" 

 

 

 

 

 

TO BE CONTINUED