"Mother! Come here this instant!"
    The gorgeously buxom young thing nearly spat out the words. She was pacing the living room, balancing her huge breasts around on precarious high heels. She nervously tugged at the appallingly low neckline of her skintight T-shirt. The sight of such mammary fulsomeness on an hourglass, four-foot eleven-inch frame was startling indeed. Startling ... and arousing.
    "What is it, dear?" said her mother, entering from her bedroom. Her sweet tone suggested she had absolutely no idea what could be upsetting her daughter so.
    "I am sick and tired of you throwing yourself at every man that comes calling for me, Mother!" snapped the shorter, younger of the two bombshells.
    "Me?" said her mother, feigning innocence ... and not too well, either. Her fuller figure was evidence of the years she had on her daughter ... but her breathtaking bustline left no doubt on where her daughter got her outrageously overendowed genes. "I never throw myself," she smiled, gazing down at her emphatic bosom. "I'd fall over!"
    "I'm in no mood for jokes, Mother!" retorted the daughter.
    "No joke, dear," said the busty matriarch. "It's just dumb bad luck that any man who's attracted to you is likely to glance my way as well!" she taunted her daughter, pulling in her breath and making her chest swell. "At any rate, I can't talk about this now. We're expecting company."
    "Company?" said the daughter. "Who?"
    "Your sister adopted a young girl in an attempt to keep that good-for-nothing man of hers around," said Mother, smoothing out her barely thigh-length skirt. "She's coming for the weekend." The bell rang. "That must be her now!" she said, checking her image in the mirror for maximum cleavage exposure.
    Her daughter wondered why her mother would be pulling out all the sexy stops for a visit from a young girl. When the door opened — she stopped wondering. There stood a muscular, hairy-chested young man in a form-fitting athletic shirt and bicycle shorts.
    "Hi!" said the man. "Does ... Lily live here?"
    "That's me," said the mother, in a tone so sexy that it would seduce a lifelong celibate. "Come in."
    Her daughter seethed. How could she have known a gorgeous man was coming to call?
    "Hello. Um ... the little girl ... Rose ... asked me to give her a ride over here," he explained. "I'm Rose's soccer coach." A fresh-faced young girl who looked to be about eleven pranced in right after the young man.
    "Hello, Rose," said Lily. "I'm glad to finally meet you."
    "Hi, Gramma Lily," said the youngster. "This must be Aunt Daisy," she said, looking over at the daughter.
    "Yes. How do you do?" she said, perfunctorily. Daisy tried to get a better view of the show her mother was putting on for the beautiful young man.
    Lily sashayed out of the room with the young man in tow. Daisy excused herself and chased after the two of them, hoping the young man would prefer the fresher product she had to offer.
    Young Rose just smiled. Her smile grew more and more devious as she pictured her sex-starved adopted aunt and grandmother catfighting over her soccer coach. Finally she laughed, loud and long.
    "Cut!" cried the director, rushing onto the sound stage. "Perfect. Just perfect!" He addressed the actress playing the innocent young girl. "Gabrielle ... you're brilliant. I just knew that introducing this new character to Deep Kisses would work! I deserve a raise for suggesting it!" He turned to the other two actresses who were playing Rose's older relatives. "Mindy, Emma ... great as always. Don't you think Gabrielle's performance as Rose adds so much to Lily and Daisy's characters?"
    "Yeah, sure," said the younger big titter, Emma, as she looked the actor playing the soccer coach up and down. "What's your name, sport?" she asked him, licking her full lips.
    The expression on the muscular young man's face showed that Emma's question taxed his mental powers.
    Emma's full-breasted mother, Mindy, pushed her outsized boobs in between the two of them. "Oh, Emma, what does it matter? Let's just get him to show us what he's hiding in those bicycle shorts."
    "Don't see how he could hide much," snickered Emma. "From here, I can see everything."
    The handsome young actor blushed.
    "I can see we're holding you up! You three have something to do," laughed the director, shooting young Gabrielle a wink. "Go, then! Gabrielle, you stay. We need to get some closeups of little Rose's reactions."
    "Sure thing, boss," promised Mindy. "You'll know where to find us. Just follow the moaning sounds!" She turned to the muscular actor playing the soccer coach. "Ever had a real mother and daughter ... both at the same time?" The actor blushed an even deeper red — as both incredibly busty women led him happily away.
    "Umm ... Emma?" called Gabrielle. "I ... I don't want to bother you, or ... take you away from anything, but ... can I talk to you a second?"
    The compact and top-heavy sex goddess waggled her hips back onto the soundstage, looking with concern at the way her oversexed mother was hogging all the action for herself. "Yes, sweetie?" she asked. "What is it?"
    The youngster stepped forward. "Umm ... I wanted to ask you something." Gabrielle looked around to see if any was eavesdropping. "I heard somewhere ... I don't know if it's true ... but I wanted to ask you..."
    Emma smiled, guessing what was coming.
    "Ummmm," stammered the innocent-faced child. "Did you really use to star in that cute family comedy, Everything Happens To Emma? Before you got those ... those..."
    "Tits, baby," said a smiling Emma, in a stage whisper. "The men like it best when you call 'em tits."
    Now it was Gabrielle's turn to blush. "Yes, those tits? I can't believe it! I wouldn't even recognize you! Now you've got that dyed-blonde hair, and that ... body! But on that show, you were so little and so cute ... like a reg'lar kid! Like me!"
    "Well, darlin'," said Emma, leaning over to take the young actor in her confidence, "no one supposed to know that I was the cute little girl on that show! The studio won't allow it! It would ruin their reputation!" Emma looked young Gabrielle up and down. She had yellow-blonde hair, cut in an adorable pixie style. She was wore a striped t-shirt and jeans, and showed some of the baby fat so common in girls her age. It was a gamble, putting an actress with such an innocent and wholesome look into Deep Kisses, easily the steamiest soap-opera in prime time. But the producers thought that having her function as a manipulator would be popular and provocative.
    "Oh, for Christ's sake," shouted the director, overhearing. "Everybody knows that was you, Emma! We're just ... discreet about it, that's all!"
    Emma looked over at the director, and then pleasantly put her arm around Gabrielle's shoulder. This nearly smothered the younger actress in breast flesh. "Well, there you are!" laughed Emma. Just then, sounds came from behind the door to Emma's dressing room. A low, masculine sound that was sort of a cross between a laugh and a growl. Then a wild female jungle holler! Emma looked nervously backward. "I gotta go, baby!" she explained. "There'll be none left for me!" She scurried to her dressing room.
    Gabrielle looked blankly after her. She didn't really understand the sexy plotlines on Deep Kisses, and she didn't understand what was happening right then, between her TV co-stars and the handsome bit player. She tried to just concentrate on the job at hand.
    "Well, Gabrielle," said the director. "Let's get that evil smile in a close-up."
    Gabrielle nodded. Even at her tender age, she was a good enough actress to give the director what he wanted, whether she understood it completely or not. She began thinking about what Emma had told her. So it was true! Emma was the same Emma as the adorable little girl she'd watched every week on Everthing Happens To Emma. How was that possible? Why had the show gone off the air so unexpectedly? And where had Emma's now lush, mature body come from?
    "Hurry up, baby," encouraged the director. "When you're finished, you need to go see that doctor the network recommended."
    "Okay," agreed Gabrielle. She completed her close-ups like a pro, and hurried off to Emma's dressing room. She couldn't wait to ask her about what being a child star was like! She could give Gabrielle some pointers.
    Shyly, Gabrielle knocked on the door. "Yes?" said Emma. Gabrielle was pretty sure she heard another female and a male voice laughing and gasping behind the door. "It's Gabrielle," she called through the door. "Can I talk to you, Emma?"
    "Sure, Gabrielle," agreed Emma. "Just a minute." She closed the door briefly, and turned to her oversexed mother and her young man. "Mama! Gabrielle wants to talk. Can you and the Washington Monument here take it into the next room?"
    "Sure!" said Mindy, agreeably, reaching for the young man's member to lead him away. "Come on, baby. Bring your landmark over here ... and fill my Grand Canyon!"
    Emma opened the door. The ultra-busty starlet was pulling her thin top back over those outrageously out-of-proportion breasts. "Come on in, sweetie," she said, showing in the youngster. "What's on your mind?"
    "I want to know what being a child star was like," said Gabrielle, clambering onto a stool like a little puppy who's up to mischief. "How did you handle the attention?"
    "I loved it! Loved it!" said Emma, putting her hand on the younger actress's shoulder.
    "Did you get to meet anyone famous?" Gabrielle asked.
    "Yeah! The Dallas Cowboys," answered Emma.
    "Oh. You're into sports, huh?" said Gabrielle.
    "Yeah, they were sports, all right," snickered Emma. "What about you?"
    "Oh, I like all those cute singers," said Gabrielle. "The boy bands! I'd love to meet some of them."
    "You will, you will," Emma reassured her. "Yes, being some kind of 'America's Sweetheart' was a lot of fun." Emma's expression turned a little more serious. "It was tough when I got a little older, though."
    "Because you still had to act younger for the show?" asked Gabrielle.
    "Well, yes," agreed Emma, "but that was only part of it."
    "What was the rest?" wondered the round-faced youngster.
    "How shall I put this?" wondered Emma. "Gabrielle ... when you ... mature ... you have different desires and needs."
    "Uh-huh," said Gabrielle.
    "You long for things that are ...other than the things of childhood..." continued Emma.
    "Right," said Gabrielle, blank-faced. Emma wondered if she had any notion of what she was talking about.
    "And the way you ... interact with others — like boys," said Emma.
    "It's different?" said Gabrielle.
    "Very different," said Emma. "And I ... I..."
    "You what?" wondered Gabrielle. Emma could tell that the child had no idea about men and sex.
    "It's just different, that's all," said Emma, finally, in frustration. "You'll understand when you get a little older. When you start to like boys."
    "That'll be never!" said Gabrielle, swinging her slightly chubby legs as she sat on the too-tall chair. "Boys are a pain!"
    Emma smiled wickedly. "Only the very biggest ones!" she said, under her breath.
    "What?" said Gabrielle.
    "Nothing," answered Emma, hurriedly. "Just wait! Give it a few years," she said, chucking the charming child under the chin.
    "I see what you mean, Emma," said Gabrielle. Fortunately, Emma knew that the child didn't see what she meant at all. "Well! That gives me something to think about. Now I gotta go see Dr Allan," said Gabrielle, jumping out of her chair.
    Emma's eyebrows shot up at the mention of the doctor's name. "Pardon me?" she said. "Doctor what?"
    "Dr Allan," said Gabrielle, starting for the dressing-room door. "The network wants me to see him."
    "I see," said Emma, suddenly distracted. "Well, see you soon, then!"
    "Bye!" said Gabrielle, leaving the room. Emma hurried over to the door her mother and her play-toy had exited through. "Mother!" she shouted. "Did you hear that?"
    Mindy stuck her disheveled head through the door. "Hear what, darling? I didn't hear anything but the Eiffel Tower here rising over Paris!" she said, laughing.
    "Gabrielle said she's going to see Dr Allan! He's the one who prescribed that awful puberty-postponment medication that you forced me to take during the run of Everything Happens To Emma!"
    "Oh, my lord," said Emma's mother. "Oh, no! We have to do something. Hey! World Trade Center! Put your skyscraper back in your pants and get lost!"
    The actor pulled his bicycle shorts over his lower body and went on his way, confused at Mindy's sudden shift of mood.
    "For Christ's sake, Emma! They must want Gabrielle to take the stuff so she keeps looking so sweet and innocent!" muttered Mindy, struggling back into her clothes.
    "Oh, it was awful, Mama," said Emma, fluffing her gargantuan boobs so they really popped out of her top. "The drug made me so painfully horny!"
    "And not equipped to do anything about it," said Mindy, tweaking her daughter's protruding nipples to illustrate her point. "I guess they want this little girl to keep looking like a little girl! They're afraid of what puberty might bring. You wouldn't think that Gabrielle is likely to develop huge mams like us, but they must be expecting it, or they wouldn't send her to Dr Allan. Listen! We'll go with her! As professional mentors!"
    "That's just what I was thinking, Mama," said Emma, re-applying her fire-engine red lipstick. "Make yourself decent ... but not too decent! Remember what a tit-hound the doctor is!"
    "Right," said Mindy, taking provocative mincing steps that set her tits and ass dancing with every stride. "How do we look?" she asked her daughter.
    "Yummy," said Emma. "Really, mama, if I didn't prefer men, I'd suck your titties right off your chest."
    "Oh, pshaw!" said Mindy, on her way out of the room. "As if you've never done that!"
    Emma followed. "God, we have to save Gabrielle," she mused to herself. "I don't want her to experience that kind of pain!" Off she went, clutching herself between the legs at the very memory.

"You mean you guys know what this doctor wants to see me for?" asked young Gabrielle.
    "We sure do," said Mindy, leading the young actress into Dr Allan's waiting room. "You just leave him to us!"
    "What do you mean by leave him to us? You mean you don't want me to come into the examining room with you?" asked the wide-eyed youngster.
    "No," advised Emma, coming into the room behind her. "Let us talk to him. You just stay out here. Read the magazines or something," she said as she tugged at her top.
    "Okay!" said Gabrielle, agreeably. "Aww ... nothing about any of those boy bands!" she said, disapproving of the selection of magazines.
    "Here, read this," suggested Mindy, picking up a copy of the popular women's magazine Classy. "It's more the kind of thing you'll be interested in when you get older."
    "Gee, look at her," whispered Gabrielle, gazing at the model on the cover. "She's got some pretty big ... what did you call them, Emma? Tips?"
    Emma smiled warmly. "No, dear. Tits."
    "Right. Pretty big tits," said Gabrielle. "Boys must like that, huh?"
    "Very much," said Mindy, her chest swelling with maternal pride.
    "I wonder if mine will ever get like that?" said the child actress, paging through the slick self-help mag.
    "Oh, I don't know," said Mindy, exchanging a knowing wink with her daugher, Emma. "It might happen sooner than you think!"
    Dr Allan's nurse interrupted. "Gabrielle? The doctor is ready for you." Gabrielle jumped up.
    "We'll be talking to the doctor," said Emma, easing the breastless youngster back into her seat.
    "And who are you?" demanded the nurse.
    "Her guardians," said Mindy, pushing past the nurse and intimidating her with her outsize bosom.
    "Yes," said Emma, pressing the nurse to the wall with the sheer size of her boobs. "See ya!" she called cheefully to Gabrielle.
    Dr Allan looked up to see two outrageously buxom women burst into the room. Two women who looked strangely familiar!
    "I'm expecting Gabrielle Lavigne," he protested.
    "We know, doc," said Mindy, walking right past the doctor's desk and covering his helpless face with her tits. "Remember us? Mindy Monroe ... and Emma!"
    Emma got on her knees and positioned herself to caress the doctor's crotch with her enormous titties. "Hiya, doc!" said Emma, in the chirping childish voice she used to use on her wholesome TV show.
    "Oh, my God," moaned Dr Allan. "Why are you two here?"
    "Listen to us," said Mindy sharply, fishing her knockers out of her top and feeding them to the doctor's willing lips. "We know that you're going to put Gabrielle on the same puberty postponement drug you had Emma on."
    "Right," said Dr Allan, barely audible through the mass of tit flesh.
    "We want to be in charge of administering the doses, 'cause we know how!" said Emma as she unbuckled the doctor's belt. "She'll be in the best of hands," she purred as she lovingly carressed his maleness.
    "Okay," agreed the doctor. Mindy and Emma nearly stopped what they were doing, since they'd gotten what they wanted. But they kept it up ... partly for old times' sake and partly to seal the deal. Emma's massive knockers made the short trip out of her skimpy top and into the open air. She used them to warmly envelop the doctor's dick. "Mmmmmm, that feels good," muttered the doctor, letting a nipple from Mindy's breasts fall out of his mouth. Mindy jammed it back in.
    Mindy's daughter began an enthusiastic mammary massage of the medical man's member. As Dr Allan's ass involuntarily bucked into Emma's luxurious cleavage, Mindy surrounded his face with her own comfortable and spacious rack. The doctor moved his face from side to side, revelling in the abundance of flesh.
    "Here it comes, mama!" bubbled Emma. Dr Allan's dick overflowed, geyser-like, slopping all over Emma's enormities. Mindy bent over and sopped up some of the semen onto her own hard-nippled breasts, and daintily tucked them away. Her daughter stood up to her full four-eleven height and waggled her ridiculously disproportionate boobs, smiling in triumph at the doctor's tit-induced incapacitation.
    As the doctor lay on his chair, drained, Emma went to his scrub-up sink and washed the dried cum off her tits. Mindy collected the medication in a doctor's bag. Both girls gave Dr Allan a thank-you kiss.
    Gabrielle hardly noticed her co-stars bouncing back into the waiting room. She was engrossed in an article called Push Everything North — How To Achieve CLASSY Covergirl Cleavage. Gabrielle stood up and tossed the magazine to one side. "Does the doctor want to see me now?" she asked.
    "Nope!" laughed Emma, putting her arm around Gabrielle and pressing her against her boobs again. "We're all set."
    Gabrielle was confused. "Why can't the doctor see me?" she wondered.
    "We ... wore out his stethescope," explained Mindy, as they left the doctor's office.

The next day at the studio, Mindy and Emma met to strategize. "Should we tell her what's going on, or try to trick her some way?" asked Emma, trying on a corset for her next scene. According to the day's shooting schedule, Emma was supposed to seduce her sister's husband ... Gabrielle's step-father! Emma fussed with her boobs, pulling them up with her fingers to maximize the "popping out" effect.
    "Tell her that the network wants to put her on drugs so she never reaches puberty? No," snapped Mindy. "We'll tell her something like... it's a nutritional supplement." Mindy walked behind her daughter and pulled the straps of the corset tighter.
    "Mama!" yelped Emma.
    "Don't worry, dear, it emphasizes your bust and hips nicely," said Mindy, putting her knee in her daughter's back and pulling the garment even tighter. Emma cried out again. Mindy continued outlining her plan, as if she hadn't heard. "You and I will arrange to give it to her once a day, just like we did for you, so no one suspects anything." She finished tying a strong knot and ambled to the other side of the room to fish out a tape measure. "And then we'll just give her iron tablets or some harmless herb thing. I'll have to find something by this afternoon." Mindy wrapped the tape around her daughter's cinched waist. "Eighteen inches! Very impressive!"
    "And we'll just let her puberty come naturally?" said Emma, no longer wincing in pain but admiring her unnatural and eye-catching hourglass shape in the mirror.
    "I think so," said Mindy, brightly. "Know what I'm thinking about? Annette."
    "A what?" asked Emma, tingling her own nipples so they protruded more on camera.
    "Not a what. A who," explained Mindy, impatiently. "A girl called Annette Funicello who was on a children's show years ago. Before your time. Little boys and their fathers tuned in to watch her development every day on TV!"
    "Ohhh! And you think that will happen with Gabrielle?" said Emma, pushing her breasts in front of her mother for her approval.
    "They're lovely as always, dear," said Mindy, glancing at her daughter's indecent bust. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm thinking."
    "The network won't like it."
    "What are they gonna do ... tell everyone she's supposed to be on some probably illegal drug? Not likely," said Mindy. "Besides ... they'll see that our way is better!"
    "I know, Mama!" exclaimed Emma. "I'll go to talk to them this afternoon. I have quite a few fans in the executive suites," she said, waving her prodigious bust from side to side.
    "Your tits have some fans, you mean!" teased her mother. "Good idea, baby. You do that. Right now, get your ass to the set and shake those big boobs for the camera. I'll talk to Gabrielle."
    "Okay, mama," agreed Emma, giving her tits a good-luck tweak.

"I see!" said Gabrielle, cheerily. "The network doesn't want me to get tired!"
    "Exactly, dear," said Mindy, the veteran sex star and experienced liar. "A prime-time shooting schedule can be grueling for someone of your tender age. This nutritional supplement will help keep up your strength. I, or my daughter Emma, will administer the dosage five afternoons a week, precisely at four."
    "Okey-dokey!" said the fresh-faced youngster. "Thanks a million, Mindy!"
    Emma's big boobs burst out of their corseted confines when she dragged herself back into the dressing room she shared with her mother.
    "What the fuck happened to you?" asked Mama Mindy. Her smile showed her daughter that she knew the answer.
    "Oh, you know," shrugged the bounteous-busted actress. "That actor playing Gabrielle's step-father couldn't help himself. Some people just don't know the meaning of acting!" Emma smirked. "So, did Gabrielle buy your bullshit?"
    "Completely," said Mindy.
    "Great! I'll go see the boys at the network right now," said Emma. "Just let me get dressed."
    Mindy stopped her short. "Don't be ridiculous," she advised. "Go as you are. Come to think of it ... why don't you get a little undressed?"
    Emma smiled. "Good idea, Mama!"

Roger took one last look at the new fall schedule and smiled. Deep Kisses was a big hit at 10:00 Wednesdays ... and adding fresh-faced Gabrielle Lavigne to the cast was going to give the steamy soap a whole new pallette for painting its sexy pictures! Roger held up Gabrielle's publicity photo ... such an innocent face! Having this angelic youngster portray an evil schemer manipulating the likes of well-endowed Emma April Dawn and her big-busted mother Mindy Monroe would probably scandalize a nation ... and have them watching in record numbers!
    A shy knock was heard at his door. "Come in!" said the powerful executive.
    The gorgeous face of Emma, one of the stars of Deep Kisses appeared in the doorway. "Roger! Got a minute?" she squealed in a most breathy and arousing fashion.
    "Always, for you, baby!" he said, rushing to show her in. She had apparently come right from the set, in a satin dressing-gown and fuzzy high-heeled slippers.
    "I need to talk to you about the show," said Emma, calmly opening her robe to reveal her creamy and considerable casabas. Roger gasped.
    "Whatever you want," he said, hastily, his hands involuntarily rushing for her chest.
    "It's about Gabrielle," said Emma as Roger helped himself to mouthful after mouthful of tit. "Mama and I are worried about her. What are you planning to do with her?"
    "We thought it would be a great dramatic contrast," said Roger, slobbering over her abundance.
    "Well, yes, but what about when she grows up?" said Emma. "Cute little girls usually end up growing up, you know," she said, caressing Roger's balding head. Which, she noted with interest, was similar in shape to her breasts, although considerably smaller.
    "Well, we've got to preserve that contrast. It's important to the drama," said Roger, remarkably able to articulate without letting her swollen nipples escape from between his teeth. "We've found a way to keep her looking young and innocent..."
    "Ohhhhh," said Emma, massaging his crotch through his pants. "I see. Tell you what, Roger..."
    "Yes?" he said, now more interested in keeping her happy than ever.
    "You just let Mama and me take care of that," whispered Emma.
    "Sure! Sure! You got it!" he cried in a fever. Emma kept up her loving massage. In minutes, Roger slumped into his seat as Emma stood up.
    She looked her easy conquest over from head to toe and smiled. "I'll have them send up a new suit," she said, helpfully. "And some underwear! Bye, Roger!" Emma slunk back into her dressing gown.
    "Sure, glad you could stop by," said the grateful executive as she closed the door behind her. "Say ... are we paying you enough?" he croaked.

"All set, Mama!" reported Emma, cheerily. "The network will trust us completely with this little project."
    "Well done!" said Mindy, with admiration. "And you didn't even muss your hair!"
    "The matter was in good hands," said Emma, holding hers up for clarification.
    "Men are such simple souls, aren't they?" giggled Mindy. And when she giggled, she jiggled. "Besides ... all those little boys who used to jerk themselves off over your pictures? They're going to love Gabrielle!"
    "And when they do, the network will see we were right! But for now ... as far as they know, we're giving little Gabrielle the medicine they ordered, right on schedule," said Emma.
    Mindy giggled again. Soon Emma joined her mother in her giggle, and her jiggle. "Won't they be surprised when their little girl stops being their little girl?" snickered Emma.
    Emma's mother laughed along with her, becoming aroused at the thought of the sexy young woman Gabrielle was likely to become.

The set was quiet as the cameras rolled. Gabrielle began with her first line.
    "Auntie Daisy, do you think I could...?" She'd barely begun when the director cut her off.
    "Wait a minute, wait a minute, sweetie," he sweet-talked the young star. "It's not you ... we've got some kind of lighting problem." He called to the gaffer. "Dave! Come here, take a look at this," said the director, pointing at the lights. "That ten up there's throwing a shadow under Gabrielle's ... her chest."
    The gaffer's eyes widened. "Sure, I see what you mean. Hey! Let's get another reflector in here, okay?"
    It hadn't taken long. In only a month, young Gabrielle's flat chest had begun swelling into womanhood. At the same time — actually, maybe it was part and parcel of the very same process — the baby fat that padded certain parts of her frame seemed to melt away, only to resurface on the most advantageous places. Like ... the curve of her hips, the sexy jut of her rear end, and of course ... the growing bulk of her breasts. Oh, she remained a cute young thing, and a marvelous little actress. It was just that now ... the dramatic contrast of the scheming vixen in the innocent youngster's body that the network had planned wasn't really working out ... at all.
    Gabrielle herself didn't seem to notice. When a burly stagehand insisted he needed to check the fit of her costume in order to set the lights, she didn't think of objecting. She just smiled for the camera as the man copped a surreptitious feel.
    When the sales department told her that an underwear company would be supplying her with bras and panties in exchange for mention in the closing credits, Gabrielle just figured it was part of the business.
    And when the glamorous and leggy reporter from the entertainment news show interviewed the new star?
    "Gabrielle, we want to know what you say to those rumors," she began.
    "Rumors?" wondered Gabrielle. "About what?"
    "The speculation that you've had cosmetic surgery," said the reporter, matter-of-factly.
    "I only started using cosmetics this year," answered the young actress. "For the show."
    The reporter was shocked at her apparent naïveté. "And what about the talk of surgery?" she said, nodding in the general direction of Gabrielle's bust.
    "I did have surgery," admitted Gabrielle.
    The reporter's eyes flashed! "Really?" she grinned.
    "Yes," nodded Gabrielle. "Had my tonsils removed when I was seven. But why would there be rumors about that?"
    The reporter's face fell. So much for her big scoop.

One day, young Gabrielle sought out Emma for advice, as was her habit. "Emma, do you have a minute?" she asked.
    "Always, for you, sweetie," said the busty starlet. Emma looked more closely at Gabrielle. In the past month or two, she'd gone from nothing to a noticable C-cup. Now, in the space of a week, she'd added at least another cup size, maybe more. The wardrobe department was trying to hide the youngster's emerging feminity as best it could, with knee socks, saddle shoes, plaid skirts, and T-shirts embroidered with the image of Tweety Bird ... but Gabrielle's swelling curves contradicted that innocent image most disturbingly. My God, thought Emma ... she's really turning into a walking wet-dream.
    "Emma, here in this scene," said Gabrielle, pointing to her script. She leaned over Emma, her burgeoning boobs touching Emma's immensities in a manner that would fuel a million male fantasies. "My step-father says 'Look what a mess has developed!' And I say 'It's not the only thing that's developing', and I lean waaaay over. Why? What's that all about?"
    Emma couldn't believe Gabrielle was that oblivious to her own animal attractiveness. "I don't know, dear," she finally said, a little unconvincingly. "Just say it ... and lick your lips when you're done."
    "Oh! Okey-dokey, smokey," said Gabrielle, skipping off to the soundstage.
    Mindy Monroe wandered naked over to the makeup mirror she shared with her daughter. She had four skimpy bikinis draped over her arm that she wanted to test out for that afternoon's poolside seduction scene. In her other hand, she carried a newspaper. "Have you seen what they're saying about Gabrielle?" she asked her daughter.
    "No, what, Mama?"
    "Look. A real chesty photo of her, and this headline ... DEEP KISSES BOASTS TWO  B I G  NEW STARS!," snorted Mindy with amusement.
    "God, they get so ridiculous, don't they?" laughed Emma. "ACTRESS BUSTS INTO WOMANHOOD. UNEXPECTED PLOT DEVELOPMENTS! Why don't they just say GABRIELLE GROWS TITS?"
    Mindy laughed as she draped one bikini top over her big boobs, checking out whether the material would cover her hard nipples. Not likely. "I know, silly, isn't it? I wonder if the network is seeing this, though. Have you heard from your friend? Has he noticed that things aren't exactly going their way?"
    "Tell you what, Mama," said Emma, stealing an inadequate bikini top from her mother's arm. "I'll go up there right now!" She stepped into her high heels and slithered into tight shorts. "Tie me, will you, Mama?" she implored, putting on the obscene piece of swimwear.
    Mindy just shook her head as she complied. "You're going to get arrested!" she laughed, playfully giving her daughter a booby slap.

"Roger, darling?" sing-songed Emma as she stuck her head into the office of the network bigwig.
    "I was just going to send for you!" snarled Roger, clearly annoyed. "What the hell happened? That Gabrielle girl is puffing up like she's got an allergic reaction on her chest!"
    "Isn't it wonderful?" sighed Emma, pulling her scantily clad and awe inspiring form through the doorway.
    The sight of this compact, overloaded sex machine nearly made Roger forget what he was ranting about. Nearly.
    "You told me that you and that big-boobed mother of yours would make sure this little girl stayed a little girl!" he said, unfastening his belt under his desk. He hoped that awesome Emma wouldn't notice his arousal. That would tend to take the sting off what he was trying to say. "Her ninnies are nearly as big as yours!" he sputtered.
    "But haven't you noticed what they're saying about her?" said Emma, bouncing her immensitites up and down as she spoke. "DEEP KISSES BOASTS TWO  B I G  NEW STARS! BIG REASONS FOR MEN TO TUNE IN! RIPENING BABE BOOSTS RATINGS!"
    "Are they really saying all that?" said Roger, his breath growing short as he watched Emma's wobbling.
    "Oh, yes!" exhaled the starlet, setting her cleavage undulating again. "Look at these clippings!" she said, as she reached into her bikini top and pulled them out.
    Roger grinned. "Okay, okay, I'll give you that," he said. "You did double-cross me, didn't you, Emma?"
    Emma stood with her back to the network exec, silently inviting him to untie the top. "I guess I double-somethinged you!" she taunted him as she fed him her delicious and nutritious breasts.
    "We'll just wait and see what the ratings say," said Roger, as he lowered his mouth into Emma's cavernous cleavage.

The director knocked on the door to Gabrielle's dressing room. "Gabrielle, darling? You have a guest!" The door opened and a handsome and boyish-looking young man came into the room.
    "Thanks, Robert," said Gabrielle without looking. She was preoccupied ... puzzling over how to cover her now-just-over D-cup breasts with the C-cup bra the sponsor had supplied. Was she supposed to overflow like that, she wondered? When she saw the young man entering in her dressing-room mirror, she grabbed a T-shirt and quickly shimmied into it. "I'm sorry," she stammered.
    "I'm not," said the young man, smiling and wide-eyed.
    "I'm Gabrielle," said the smiling young actress, holding out her hand.
    "I'm Jason," said the young man, clasping it.
    "Jason? Jason! Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod!" said Gabrielle, jumping up and down with excitement. "The singer? From ... from ... the boy band? Ohmigod!" she repeated, still jumping.
    Jason's eyes were fixated on Gabrielle's dancing chest. "Yes," he said. "I'm a big fan of the show, and I wanted to meet you."
    "Of the show? Ohmigod, you mean you're a fan of me?" she squealed. "I can't even believe it. I have all your CDs. I'm a big fan of you!"
    Jason's eyes lowered as he peered down her cleavage. "I can see you're a big fan."
    Gabrielle blinked. She was confused. Where was he looking? She turned around to see if someone else had come into the room. Someone shorter. "Jason, what are you looking at?" she asked, in total innocence.
    "I'll just say I like what I see," drawled the young man, in what he thought must be a charming and flirty manner.
    This just perplexed Gabrielle even more. "Did you... lose something down there?" she said, indicating her gaping cleavage with her eyes.
    "I ... I ... oh, I see," stuttered Jason. "You're trying to tell me that you caught me."
    "Caught you what?" said Gabrielle.
    "Okay, I guess it's not polite to stare," said Jason.
    "I mean if you did lose something, I'd be happy to help you find it," she chirped, pulling the thin white fabric forward until Jason could see everything she had to offer ... down to her nipples, which hardened and pointed out when they hit the open air.
    The excitable young man nearly came on the spot. "I ... I have to go!" he said, backing toward the door. "I think I need to change my pants!"
    "What's wrong?" Gabrielle wanted to know. "I like your pants, Jason!"
    "Um ... I'll call you!" he said, holding his hands awkwardly in front of his crotch.
    "Nice meeting you!" she called to him. She looked down at the way her boobs were hanging out of her T-shirt. "Oh, Gabrielle, honestly," she giggled. "You're a mess."

Roger looked up from his desk at his favorite stacked starlet, Emma. "Awright, baby, you win," he admitted, shame-facedly.
    Emma smiled in triumph. Immediately, she feigned innocence as she worked her sleek hips and giant tits toward the TV executive. "What do you mean, I win?" she teased.
    "Deep Kisses is up in male demographics," announced Roger, waving a sheet containing the latest Nielsen ratings, "and female demographics! I hear guys at the coffee machine, on the golf course, and in the gym talking about that cute little Gabrielle and how sexy she's getting!"
    "Toldja," said Emma, in a fetchingly childish manner as she sat her gorgeous ass on the man's lap.
    "You sure did," said Roger. "I knew it when you showed me those clippings. TWO  B I G  NEW STARS! DEVELOPING DRAMA! INTENSE INTEREST IN EMERGING FEMININITY! You can't buy that kind of publicity! I know, I've tried."
    Emma pretended to be indignant. "Wait a minute!" she protested. "If you knew it would all work out for the best even then, why did you warn me that you'd have to see how the ratings came out?"
    "So I'd have two opportunities to put my own phallic symbol between your huge plot developments!" sniggered the network big-shot.
    Emma flung her skimpy top to the far corner of the executive suite with great panache as she gathered up her big boobies. Soon Roger's member was enveloped in the kind of dramatic devices that could give anyone a a warm feeling.

Emma and her mother Mindy took Gabrielle into the dressing room they shared for a little heart-to-heart talk.
    "Sweetie, you know that you used to be a cute kid with baby fat," explained maternal Mindy, "and now you're a voluptous siren with a 34D bust, don't you?"
    Gabrielle frowned slightly, confused. It wasn't like worldly Mindy to get things like this wrong. "E," she said.
    "What?"
    "I'm a 34E bust. Since this morning."
    "Well!" said Mindy, holding the youngster's shoulders with great affection. "We're all very proud of you. But you realize this means you're not a little girl anymore ... don't you?"
    Gabrielle was still reeling a bit with the change. "I ... I guess I do," she said. "I don't really feel any different, but I can see that men treat me different."
    "You really don't feel any different?" asked Emma. "At all?"
    "Ummm..." Gabrielle hung her head. "Maybe a little."
    Emma brightened. "How? Tell us about it!"
    "When that guy from the boy band came to see me...?" began Gabrielle.
    "Jason? Yeah?" urged Emma.
    "The way he stared at my chest," stammered Gabrielle. "It made me feel..."
    "Feel what?" encouraged Mindy. "How did it make you feel."
    Gabrielle clenched her eyes shut.
    "Proud," she said quietly. "Proud, happy...
    ...and hot!" she whispered. Then she turned her head away in shame.
    "Gabrielle!" said Mindy in a soothing voice. "That's nothing to be ashamed of! That's the way you should feel!"
    Gabrielle looked toward Mindy tenatively. "It is?"
    "Of course!" said Emma. "It means you're becoming a woman. You don't know how glad we are to hear that."
    "Glad?" asked Gabrielle. "Why?"
    "Because it means you're ready for a little surprise we have planned for you," said Mindy, taking Gabrielle's arm and leading her toward the soundstage.
    "Yeah," smiled Emma, pushing in on Gabrielle's other side. Now Gabrielle was being held prisoner by the oversized tits of both women. Emma opened the door.
    There were fifteen hot, desirable young men in various stages of undress. They smiled, waved, and said "Hi, Gabrielle!" Gabrielle gasped when she recognized one of them as Jason.
    "Ohmigod!" she screamed. "The boy bands! All the boy bands! Right here! Right now! What for?" Her face pleaded for answers.
    Mindy and Emma looked at each other. "It's a little gift to celebrate your finally reaching puberty, Gabrielle," said Mindy. "A kind of ... puberty present!" offered Emma.
    "But what do I do with them?" asked Gabrielle.
    The more experienced women exchanged glances. "You ... you ... sample their wares," said Mindy, significantly. Gabrielle looked blank.
    "You take turns and play nice," smiled Emma, raising an eyebrow. Gabrielle just furrowed her brow, trying to figure that one out.    
    "You unwrap the present and enjoy," said Mindy, gesturing toward the assembled young men.
    Finally Gabrielle took in a breath. "You mean ... I get to fuck them?"
    Mindy and Emma looked at each other. Had they really heard what they thought they'd just heard from little Gabrielle's mouth? Yes ...yes, they had! They sighed a heavy sigh of relief between the two of them, and finally spoke. "Yes!" they cried.
    Gabrielle reached between her swelling boobs, pulling down the zipper that barely held together her skintight one-piece outfit on her curvy body. "Here's my tips, boys," she barked at them. "Show me what you've got and we can get started!"
    Emma looked at her mother. "Should we leave her alone to celebrate?"
    Mindy reprimanded her daughter. "Are you insane? She's gonna need help!" Mindy grabbed her daughter's shirt and pulled it over her head. Emma followed her lead and exposed her mother's swaying, bouncing boobs. Then both women shoved their impressive sweater meat together and made their way toward the action. "Fellas!" shouted Mindy. "Take a look! This is what four part harmony is all about! Step right up! Six tits, no waiting...!"

THE END