Grandpa Joe's Snake Oil

Noble-Sword

2000


The train pulled into the station in Great Fork, cinders and ash still spewing from the last leg up the hill. Lauren Devinney stood on the platform and watched the steaming monster slowly coast the last few feet. The July sun beat down on the parched earth, a far cry from the visit she and her mother had made to her mother's sisters, the Jacob's, last Christmas. Then there had been close to three feet of snow on the ground when they had left to go east. The train had hardly come to a stop when a mailbag plopped on the platform beside her, stirring up the thick dust. Lauren stood aside as the conductor placed the portable temporary step at the stairs from the coach. In the shade of the train, she pushed up her cowboy hat so she could watch the passengers descend. She absently scratched at the bindings of the chaps.

�'Scuse me, sonny,� the conductor scolded, �make way for the travelers.� Lauren frowned at the comment and stood back. Sure, she had to help out on the farm and therefore had to dress like a boy, but it sure didn't help that, physically, she had the same build as a young teenage boy and her hypomastial breasts did not help matters. At least she and Allison could share clothes like they'd always done and to be sure, Ally would be bringing trunkfuls of the latest fashions that they could share, at least for as long as she stayed. Both shared the same stature, build and micromazial chests. The clothes swapping was something that they still enjoyed. Almost like a flashback to their childhood. It had only been six months, but it sure seemed like it had been a much longer time since she had seen her cousin, Allison Jacobs.

The first class passengers were the first to egress from the coach. The three porters were buzzing around like bees, attempting to help as many of these big-tipping disembarking passengers as possible. A portly older man waved a dollar bill at Lauren and demanded �Fetch a taxi for me. A closed hansom would be preferable.� Lauren stared at the bill and then at the man. A dollar was as much as she made as allowance over a three-week period. It was very tempting. She shook her head and turned back to the train and watched more of the exiting passengers. The man harrumphed off and began bellowing for a porter.

The last passenger off the train was an exquisitely dressed woman. Her long dress, complete with bustle, burst forth from the seemingly small train doorway. In a blast of lace and colours, with a hat and umbrella of matching material, the woman made the best of appearing to be graceful as she stepped from the train. Lauren gawked at this obvious display of wealth. Looking down to the ground, she took another step backwards to make more space for this lady until she was almost touching the carriage's large wheels. White leather boots with shiny black buttons appeared and disappeared into the layers of lace and linen of the dress with each step the woman took downwards to exit the train. With the floral and lace hat on at such a jaunty angle, Lauren could not see the face of the woman, but the profile of her torso was almost unbelievable. The corseted waist could not have been very big around. Any smaller and the woman would have fallen over at the waist from lack of support. The top of the dress was beyond risqu�. Stuffed full of the woman's breasts, Lauren immediately thought that the support for the breasts the corset was providing was sorely overworked as was the beautiful dress. Lauren watched as the woman stepped from the temporary step on to the platform. A small flash of envy raced through her as the breasts of the woman wobbled back and forth and the copious quantity that was literally heaped like two huge mounds of creamy pudding, rippled with the vibration of her step.

Lauren turned back to the empty coach doorway, expecting Allison to appear. �Lori!� A voice squealed from behind her. Startled, she turned around to face Allison, all decked out in the lace and colour, complete with hat, umbrella and � huge breasts? All pretences of being discrete, graceful and sophisticated disappeared as Allison bounded towards her, breasts swaying and bouncing madly, threatening to plop out of the tight confines of the dress and corset. Grabbing her in a bear hug, Allison squeezed Lauren, her huge tits being forced upwards, making them look even more voluminous. Lauren forgot the fancy dress, hat and excessive breasts and hugged her cousin back. The sixteen year olds giggled at the reunion. Lauren looked down at her cousin's massive frontage with knitted brow. �Later,� Allison giggled, �Let's find a porter and get all of my belongings loaded onto your wagon.� Lauren nodded dumbly.

�Excuse me,� Allison waved a white-gloved hand in the direction of a young porter bending down to pick up the bag of the wealthy portly man. �Yes, you!� Allison leaned over slightly, still waving her gloved hand, her massive mammaries now starting to undulate also. The porter stopped, staring like a deer in the headlights of a car. The locomotive let out a blast of steam behind Allison and Lauren that startled both young women. Allison, already leaning over appeared to be on the verge of toppling over. The porter did a flying catch of the top-heavy maiden, sweaty hands filled with more breast flesh than both hands could comfortably hold. Allison quickly slapped him for the inappropriate placement of his hands. With a red welt rising on his face, Allison, now fully composed, properly thanked the young porter for his assistance in steadying her and then asked him for his assistance with her luggage.

The porter looked to be of the same age and of similar build as the girls. With Allison looking so feminine in her dress and so womanly with her waist pulled in so small and breasts so large, giving the appearance that they were ready to spill out of that dress, Lauren began to feel terrible. The teenage porter struggled with the last of the trunks and with a final grunt, pushed the heavy box onto the bed of the chest high buckboard. �If'n ya' need anything ma'am, I'd be more than happy to oblige. Just send a message for me, Jake, here at the station and I'll rush right out.� Allison frowned, �I ... we're not married, so you will refer to us with the proper title, that being 'Miss'!� Blushing profusely, Jake mumbled an apology. �You can call for us at the Devinney farm if we summon you. By the way, this is Miss. Lauren and I'm Miss. Allison. Good day, Master Jake.�

Allison nodded towards Lauren and with that Lauren tipped the reins and the horse started off at a cantor. Lauren looked over at her cousin. Allison certainly looked every part a lady, all gussied up like Ester's Pet Horse, and so much like a woman with those big breasts. The rough suspension of the buckboard and springs under the board seat provided little or no comfort from the terribly rutted road. The rough ride was reflected in the gelatinous mounds on Allison's chest. They shimmied, bounced, wobbled and vibrated with every rattle and roll of the wagon. Lauren could not believe just how 'blessed' her cousin had become. And how quickly! All the other woman in her family tended to be hypomastic, so the family resemblance certainly did not exist as far as this bloated cousin was concerned. Other than the obvious difference between their upper torsos, the two cousins could have passed for sisters, if not as twins. In their younger years they had on more than one occasion done the 'ole switch-a-roo', much to the chagrin of their friends.



Allison relayed her travels of the past three days, from her home 'down East' to Great Fork. Lauren listened, distracted by � those damn breasts! As they rumbled into the yard, Sharpy, the Devinney's collie ran alongside the wagon, barking a welcome. Allison leapt down from the buckboard, her breasts taking substantially longer to settle than she did. Bending over and patting the dog allowed Lauren the first real opportunity to see just how massive Ally's breasts really were. Even bent over, the cleavage was deep and tight, a sure sign of the sizable volume. The pull of gravity threatened to have the two globes become unseated from their snug container and swinging freely through the wide opening at the top of the dress. Seemingly they defied gravity and remained inside the dress, still appearing to be fighting for a way out. Lauren shook her head to bring herself back to reality and quickly applied the brake and climbed over the seat into the back to start pushing one of the trunks to the back of the wagon. Finished with the dog, Allison went to help. With Allison pulling and Lauren pushing, the two cousins struggled with the first of the four trunks.

Lauren's mother, Annie Devinney, met the two young women on the front porch. Lauren watched her mother for a reaction to the dramatically changed Allison. She immediately noticed her mother's shocked expression at the initial sight of the massive size of her niece's front, but Lauren did have to give her credit as she did her best to hide the shock. �Drop those bags and give me a hug and then step back so I c'n get a good look at ya'.� After the cursory kisses on the cheeks, Allison stood back and pirouetted for her aunt. �My, my, my! You sure have grown to be a right proper lady! And to think that all those changes took place since we saw you last, what was it, six months ago?!� and she repeated her �My, my, my!� Allison smiled sweetly, reveling in the subtlely envious looks from both her aunt and cousin. Regaining her composure, Annie continued, �Away you go and get settled in.�

All of Allison's refinement now disappeared as she and Lauren lugged her baggage up to Lauren's room on the second floor. After four trips everything had been brought up. Lauren excused herself to park the wagon and tend to the horse. Allison, sweating, peeled herself out of the tight lace dress. Although the corset fit reasonably well around her waist, her breasts overflowed the demi-cups of the garment. When she originally bought it three months ago, it was too big around the chest and she had used padding to line the cups to bolster the apparent volume of her breasts. But no more, the exact opposite was now true.

She pulled at the exposed nipples, enjoying their turgid rubberiness. She hefted one breast and tested its weight. A large grin split her face. They're still getting bigger. she thought to herself. She noticed that Lauren had laid out some 'cowboy' type of clothes, similar to what she was wearing. Undressing completely, Allison quickly pulled on all the clothes that her cousin had left out for her. Allison smiled at the thought that both she and Lauren were still about the same size, as she did up the pants and found them to fit snuggly around her backside and waist. The shirt fit around her waist perfectly, but that was it. I'll never fit these into this shirt. She looked around the room for another shirt, but quickly came to the realization that her cousin did not own anything nearly big enough for her. She quietly ventured down the hall into her uncle and aunt's bedroom. Opening the wardrobe she quickly found one of her uncle's plaid work shirts. Her copious breasts pressed tightly against the material, creating small diamonds of exposed cleavage between the buttons. The last item was a leather vest. With the leather vest on she figured her dress was not too risqu�. Hopefully, here with her family on the farm, they might be a little more forgiving and stretch the Victorian morals somewhat.

Back in her shared room she opened one of the trunks and searched for something in the middle, wrapped in her clothing. After some seconds of searching, she extracted a mickie-sized, hip flask shaped bottle. She held it up to the light and gazed into the aqua liquid. The sunlight sparkled through the remaining four-fifths full bottle. Allison smiled to herself and dug out a spoon from a side compartment of the trunk. After unscrewing the cap, she poured a tablespoon of the light greenish blue liquid and quickly gulped it down. It burned all the way down, just like her uncle Mike's moonshine whiskey that Lauren and her had managed to taste at the last family reunion, a little over a year ago. The shock of the liquid hitting her system rattled her frame. Her prodigious breasts shook. Again she smiled, That dose should pack on another inch or two, as she patted her already swollen bosom. Large busted Anne-Marie, from school, back home was now eating humble pie after almost three years of teasing the once hypomastic Allison. Within the six months Allison had matched and then continued to swell until she had more than doubled the size of Anne-Marie's substantial assets. She had also discovered the power a large pair of breasts had over men and she chuckled to herself at the thought of Jake the porter and his reaction to her deep exposed cleavage. She looked again at the bottle, just before she put it back into its safe hiding place for another week.

Lauren came noisily up the stairs and calling Allison for lunch. She entered the room just as Allison was patting down her breasts, pulling her shirt down and trying to tuck the ends into her pants; making sure she was presentable for her uncle Colin and Aunt Annie. �How � ?� was all Lauren could muster, again shocked by the rapid changes to her cousin. She could not believe that the honeydew melons hiding in that shirt were Allison's breasts. Allison had been as flat chested as she currently was, only six months ago. �I'll tell you all about it after lunch.�

Lunch was a long drawn-out affair. Annie wanted gossip, Colin could not get enough of the view and Lauren waited anxiously for the whole event to end so that she could get an explaination from her cousin. Colin had stopped working and had come in from the fields to join the women for lunch. Lauren noticed that her father rarely if ever looked Allison in the face. His gaze seemed locked about a foot lower. She looked at her cousin and she knew that Allison was fully aware of just what her uncle was looking at. Annie was caught up in being the hostess and didn't clue in to the fact that her husband had developed a roving eye. Annie asked a rash of questions about her sister, Nadine, and the 'whole Jacobs clan' including some comments about the seemingly unnatural changes that had occurred to Allison since the mother and daughter had made the three-day trip East. Allison answered all of Annie's queries, shrugging off any questions about her rapid development. After consuming the second pot of tea, the two teens excused themselves and ran like school children up the narrow stairs to their shared room and collapsed in a heap on Lauren's bed. Before they said anything, they heard the scrape of a chair in the kitchen and the back door close as Colin went back to work. �I'll help you unpack. We can talk, too,� Lauren volunteered, knowing that there was something that she wanted to help Allison get off her chest, so-to-speak. Allison grinned, knowing full well just what Lauren meant by her comment. And she began her tale�



�I don't know if you remember that there was a traveling circus parked beside the train station on the day we took you and your mom to the train for your trip home.� Lauren nodded; it was hard not to forget the gaudily coloured rail cars of the circus. �They were headed south and had only stopped for water and coal,� Allison continued. �A few of the concessions had been opened and there was fortune telling, a few clowns and jugglers and a few venders. My folks and I split up to take in some of the attractions. At the back of the train, a carpetbagger had set up a stall. What a crowd he had! He said his name was Joe. He seemed to be quite old. He told the crowd that he had a sick grandchild and was using the proceeds of the sale of his elixir / liniment to pay for treatments to make his grandchild better. The concoction, 'Grandpa Joe's Snake Oil', he claimed to be good for rheumatism, arthritis, and aches and pains if it were applied to the skin and to be good for cramps and gas if you drank it. He was doing a brisk business.�

Lauren gazed at Allison, her breasts, and then back to her face and gave her a skeptical look. �I thought about my dad's sore back and bought a bottle. At two dollars a bottle, it sure was expensive, but my dad's worth it! I just happened to be lucky, 'cause I managed to buy the last bottle. He even apologized to the crowd and told them he was completely sold out and would have to venture back East to the bottler to get some more and that he might be back this way again. Would you believe that someone in the crowd offered me five dollars for my bottle! The next day my dad went to The Cattleman's Exhibition to buy some cattle. So I had to wait two weeks for him to return. Anyway, the night before he was to come home, my monthly cramps started, so I figured I'd try the stuff. Do you remember uncle Mike's moonshine?� Lauren nodded, and smiled. It had been powerful stuff and the little that they had shared had made them quite drunk. �Well, it tastes and burns just like it,� Allison continued. �Well it didn't do anything for my cramps. I guessed it wasn't made for women's problems. But that night my breasts began burning, almost like my throat had!� Lauren's eyebrows rose. �I was going to tell my mom that morning, but by then the pain had gone away. And, I had breasts! Oh, nothing like these,� and she shook her huge shelf, �but I had gone from fried eggs to fresh hatched! We got a telegram that my dad would be another week and when my dad finally returned, my boobies were the size of small apples. I couldn't believe it. And that was with just one tablespoon.�

Lauren cast a disbelieving look at her cousin. Allison continued, �At first I was scared by how fast my boobs were growing. Instead of giving the stuff to my dad I figured that I'd try it again a week later. The results were the same except that the growth was spread out more evenly through the week. So, since then I've taken one tablespoon each week until I've got what you see today. I even tried it on my mom. When my dad came home from the cattle show, he brought a bottle of whiskey with him. I 'just happened to be around' when my mom wanted another drink, so I substituted the elixir instead of the whiskey. But nothing happened to her. I watched and discretely checked over two weeks, but nothing. I couldn't figure it out why it didn't work for her. But it sure worked for me, and still is!� she smiled and puffed up her chest to fully show off her boobs. The shirt strained with the increased pressure and the diamonds became more horizontal, exposing a greater view of her cleavage. Lauren then asked the obvious, �Can I try some?�

With that Allison reached into the trunk and pulled the bottle from its hiding place. Giggling, she passed the bottle to Lauren and said, �It's been 'boobs-in-a-bottle' for me. It might work for you too, since we're cousins and so close in age.� Lauren struggle to grin, �I hope so,� she replied feebly, thinking, It didn't work for your mom! The label was plain white cheap paper, with all of text and pictures in black ink. In an arc across the top was written 'Grandpa Joe's Snake Oil' over the caduceus. Below were listed all the ailments that it supposedly cured. Lauren studied the label looking for any information that might pertain to the breasts. There was nothing. Other than stating that it was bottled in New York and that the bottle contained twelve ounces, she could not get any more information than what her cousin had already told her. Allison took out the tablespoon and offered it to Lauren also. Lauren carefully poured the greenish-blue liquid into the spoon, �Well here goes nothing!� and she swallowed the elixir. It took her breath away and sent a shiver down her spine, shaking her frame. Allison grinned a wider grin, �Good?� All Lauren could do was gasp and nod.



Dinner was a repeat of the same subtle glances from Colin to Allison's largess. Lauren was now jealous and envious of Allison, while at the same time being angry and shocked by the behaviour of her father. But then again, large breasts were not something that had visited this household very often; certainly nothing even close to the size that Allison had. As the meal progressed and she had time to try and rationalize her father's behaviour, she realized the kind of that man her father was. A breast man, who for one reason or another had married a good and loving woman with small breasts. And here, breaking bread at his table were a set of breasts that screamed out, We know you like us! We know you want us. By the end of dinner, Lauren believed she understood the motivation of her father's behaviour, and although it still bothered her that her father was ogling his niece, the shock and anger were gone. She watched her father as he excused himself from the table. The reaction to Allison's animated breasts was obvious in the crotch of his pants. Later that night, Lauren heard the sound of her parents making love. The squeaking of their bed and the bumping of their headboard went on a long, long time before her father found his release. It was confirmation of something she already knew but had ignored hoping that it would become irrelevant. Breasts; and the larger they were; could only be an asset in securing the attention of men.



Allison quickly fit into the routine of the small farm and her help was appreciated. Every night before they extinguished the lantern, the two teens would compare their frontages. It never failed to astound Lauren that her cousin was so big. She could see the outer sides of each large breast when her cousin, topless, had her back towards her. From the side they started their outward thrust just below her clavicle, rising at a sharp angle from the torso, they had an almost self supporting, cantilevered appearance. Lauren had on a few occasions seen her mother's small breasts. They almost hung limply on her chest, almost like small dogs ears. If they had been larger or fuller they most certainly would have been more attractive. Allison's were the exact opposite by many degrees. Firm, upstanding and incredibly large. Lauren, on the other hand, had started as a fresh canvas, flat and topographically challenged. That, however, was slowly and noticeably changing.

Lauren thought she could see slight changes each day. The elixir was working for her too! By the end of the first week Lauren could even see her budding breasts slightly pushing against the fronts of her shirts. Her own growth seemed to be quicker than what Allison had described of her own initial growth. As Allison pulled the bottle from its new hiding place beneath a loose floorboard under one of the beds and poured herself a spoonful, Lauren asked the seeming obvious question of her cousin, �Ally, how big do you want to get?� �Huge,� was the reply. Lauren gulped her dose down, shivered and continued her train of thought, �But you're huge already!� �But not big enough. I want them big enough to take a man's breath away!� �By the look of my dad, you could do that already.� Allison giggled at Lauren's comment, �You noticed that, too! Lets go for lunch. I've got someone's breath to take away!� Lauren was giggling now also and she headed towards the door. On the way down to the main floor Lauren felt something she had never felt before. Her small breasts bounced with her footfalls on each step. What a wonderful feeling! At the bottom of the stairs she stopped to look at herself in a mirror that was hung there. Allison continued into the kitchen. She studied herself, pulling the slack of the work shirt behind her. The tightened shirt revealed what she felt while coming down the stairs. Breasts! Still small, but big enough to bounce. She now had boobs.

For the past week Lauren had been thinking about the bottle of elixir hiding under her bed. She was sure that Allison would take it with her when she left in about another three weeks. She considered just how quickly her boobs were filling out and it all added up to fact that when Allison left, Lauren would be left with a chest that was still too small. Yet, so much had changed in the week and a half since Allison had arrived. Although she did not regard them as 'big', they were clearly and undeniably apparent, even in the bulky plaid work shirts. They were now certainly larger than her mother's pancake flappers, but still on the smaller side when compared to the women folk in the town. She had to do something about it and there was not much time left to get the results she was now expecting. Finishing her chores early one midweek afternoon, she managed to escape to her room by herself. Cautiously she removed the loose floorboard and extracted the bottle. Opening the lid, she poured a spoonful and gulped it down. Hopefully this way it would work faster and she could do some catching up to Allison. Although she did not really want her breasts to get as large as her cousin's, she did want to get substantially larger than the size that they currently were. After returning the prize to its hiding spot she opened her shirt to look at her now orange sized breasts. Allison's visit was a Godsend for her. She was particularly thankful that her cousin was sharing her bounty with her. She would make it up to her somehow.



By the end of the second week the girls surreptitiously cloistered themselves in the bedroom to quantitatively assess their gains. The two teens giggled together as they rejoiced in their increasing bounty. Lauren could tell that the extra dose had made a large difference. The growing, creamy spheres had developed a faint tracing network of bluish veins and when cupped, would overflow her hands. And the heat they gave off! When she measured herself, there was an additional three inches pulling at the tape, compared to the additional solitary inch that Allison had amassed. Allison rationalized the differences by concluding that because hers were substantially larger, the same volume, proportionally, would look smaller. Allison did not seem to be any wiser to Lauren's midweek chicanery. If she did know about Lauren's deceit, she did not let on. And as long as she could get away with it, Lauren would take the additional midweek nip. The results of the extra dose were paying off in spades and it was well worth the risk. The prize was just too tempting to pass up. Unconsciously at each stocktaking, Lauren's minimum acceptable breast size steadily increased and it only propelled her farther down the path to sneak off for a little extra.

It had taken some time but Lauren had detected a change in her father's daily routine. She noticed that her father was coming in from the fields for every meal, lunches included. Before Allison had arrived, he had carried a lunch out into the field with him and on occasion he would return sometimes long after Annie and Lauren had eaten their dinner. But not any more. Colin was now never tardy for either lunch or dinner. Lauren now noticed that her father was now subtly eyeing her own expanding frontage also. A mixture of emotions coursed through her when she first sensed it. The negative emotions of disgust and anger of the unwanted sexual glances of a father to his daughter were quickly replaced with the realization that she was now large enough to warrant such glances from her father and that they were at the expense of the glances towards Allison. Suddenly she felt the warmth of pride in herself rising in her cheeks. She excused herself from the table. As she rose and exited the kitchen she felt her breasts swaying loosely in the work shirt and she felt her fathers eyes following the movement of her breasts. In the living room, fanning herself, she felt the excess colour slowly drain from her face. Returning to the kitchen her father's eyes again followed her baubbling breasts. It had become a comforting feeling. The noisy lovemaking of her parents had by now become a nightly routine that steadily became of longer duration and with it Lauren's resolve for bigger breasts became even stronger.



Lauren could not believe just how quickly the changes were occurring. Amazing, she thought. Lying in her bed at night Lauren kneaded and pulled at her steadily expanding frontage. Each night the feelings got better as the volume got larger. Despite their increase in size, the areola and nipples still remained proportionately small. How unlike Ally's. Her's must be almost a hand span in size. The areola have not kept up with the rest of my breasts. Each night she would nod off to sleep reveling in the thoughts of still larger breasts and by the morning those thoughts were rewarded. She thought herself a little odd, but each morning before she dressed for the day, she stood naked before the mirror, glowing in the warm pleasant feeling of how full and heavy her breasts were becoming. This too only served to reinforce her decision to get just a little bigger. It did not seem proper, but it sure did seem right!

Annie noticed the dramatic changes in her daughter and her level of worry was increasing at a rate that was directly proportional the astounding, steadily more obvious changes. Lauren's rate of growth just wasn't normal. She quietly approached Lauren after breakfast one morning to enquire if everything was OK. �Sure,� came the reply. �You don't realize that these changes,� Annie said, pointing to Lauren's full front, �well, they just don't happen this fast. Something could be seriously wrong. I think we should go into town and get the opinion of the doc.� The last thing Lauren needed was a 'second opinion', especially from the town doctor, who would no doubt agree with her mother. �Mom, everything's OK. I'll see Doc Johnson after Allison leaves if you still think there's something wrong. I feel fine. Maybe I am growing into a woman a little quickly, just like Allison did. After all, we're family and families tend to look alike.� Annie reluctantly agreed, recalling the dramatic changes that had occurred in her niece in the six months since they were visiting down East.



The two young women worked well as a team on the small farm. Daily they would ride 'The Circuit'. The Circuit was a trail that closely followed the perimeter of the farm and allowed for a fairly rapid assessment of the fencing that kept the livestock confined to the property. During the first week to week and a half, Lauren could hardly take her eyes off of her cousin's sizable set. Just riding the horses at a walk would have Allison's bloated bosoms bouncing like animals in a sack, but the gallop at which they did their daily tour of The Circuit, standing in the stirrups, leaning forward, coaxing the horses to go faster, sent her buxom cousin's heavily pendulous breasts swaying away from her slender torso, bouncing, wobbling and jiggling with each rapid, heavy step of the horses. As her own assets steadily increased in size, weight and volume, Lauren became more captivated with them, especially while racing down the trail. By the third week, she paid no attention to Allison's set as her own had bulked up to the point where they too behaved erratically. She loved the feel of the bone rattling vibrations of the running horse and the cascading ripples that echoed through her breasts.

Out on the 'back fourty' the young women usually opened their blouses a few buttons to expose a sizable strip of their deep tight cleavage to the warming rays of the sun. They knew that their behavior was scandalous, but it was just too difficult to resist. This was how Lauren discovered an interesting side of herself that she had not realized before. She enjoyed watching the view of her heavy hanging hooters as the horse barreled along the familiar track. The cleavage would lengthen or tighten as the mass of breast flesh bounced and on more than one occasion she had ended up riding virtually bare breasted as the errant boobs escaped from the loose confines of the open work shirt.



�Fence down!� Allison yelled to her, reining in her horse and pointing to an obviously broken section of fence. They let the horses set the pace to get to the broken-down fence. Jumping down from her horse, Lauren could not believe the earthquake that occurred inside of her shirt. She paused while tying her horses to a nearby bush, reveling in the feel of the size and weight of her heaving bosom. Every day they literally grew to feel better and better. She walked over to Allison and the broken-down fence. Part of the responsibility of riding The Circuit was to mend the fences if they could. Standing next to the two broken sections, she looked down to where the fence post had once stood. This turned out to be one of those pleasurable moments that actually drove home the idea that she had become a very 'big girl'. She could not see her feet, much less the broken base of the fence post. Taking a step backwards, she was better able to assess the situation. The two agreed that they could fix the run down fence. All that was required was a new hole. The broken post had been sheared off at the base and the remaining post was long enough to be reused. From the saddlebags they withdrew the tools they would need.

Lauren was first to begin digging. In the blazing sun, she soon was bathed in sweat. Her shirt stuck to her. She passed the shovel to her cousin and Allison began to dig. Damn it, I can't stand wearing this dishcloth of a shirt any longer! she cursed silently to herself, and with that peeled off the sweat soaked shirt. Since the two had been filling out so rapidly, they had not even contemplated purchasing, much less wearing any form of undergarments. For the first time in her life, Lauren's full chest was exposed to the rays of the sun. Allison had been digging only a minute or so and out of the corner of her eye caught sight of Lauren's shirt hanging on a nearby bush. She stopped working and surveyed the situation. There was Lauren watching her work, sitting on a large rock, elbows on her knees, head in one hand, canteen in the other, bare breasts hanging forward, the areolae, dark bulls-eyes of immense white targets. Already working up a sweat also, Allison drew her hand up to her mouth and gasped, �Scandalous!� Catching her breath, she continued, �Someone will see you!� Lauren appraised her cousin. The work shirt strained to contain the quivering bulging mass of her bosom and the sweat sheened cleavage was clearly visible in the diamonds of parted material between the straining buttons. Lauren smiled and giggled, �We're at the farthest distance from the farmhouse and we should be able to hear someone coming with enough time to put our shirts back on.� Allison slowly removed her hand that covered her mouth and broke into a wide smile. She knew her cousin was right. There was virtually no way that anyone could see them or approach them without the two of them knowing it. It was too damn hot to worry about morals. She knew that Lauren wouldn't say a thing about this scandalous behaviour and she knew that she wouldn't either. Looking up at the blinding hot sun, she thought she would probably expire from heat exhaustion before she finished the job if she kept her shirt on too. Allison peeled off her heavy cotton shirt also and it too was hung on the bush.

Lauren took another turn at digging out the posthole. With each shovel dull of earth her large free-swinging breasts got in the way. Tossing another shovel full of dirt, she thought that as each day passed and they became larger and heavier. They seemed to get in the way of doing even the simplest tasks. A recollection of her flat chestedness just three weeks earlier put any doubts right out of her mind of the trouble that her very large breasts were becoming. As her forearms bumped against the bloating flesh again, she realized just how much she was enjoying the feeling of her huge new breasts pulling downward at her chest when she leaned over. There was no doubt in her mind, they felt better as they grew bigger and heavier. Another shovel full and her forearm again met the soft full resistance of her full chest and the touch brought a grin to her face.

And the work on the fence continued. When the hole was deep enough, the two stood on either side of the broken post. The plan called for the two of them to pick up the post and plop it into the hole. The buxom pair stood side by side, bent down and raised the post. As they returned to the standing position, Lauren's breast pushed into Allison's slightly larger mass. The two stopped, frozen and looked at each other, right breast of one pushing into the left of the other. Never had they been this close together, nor had either realized that they were so close in size. Neither knew what to say or do. They were clearly outside of the morals and ethics of their family and of the times. Their consciences snapped them back to their Victorian era. With the hard and dirty work finished and their consciences reminding them of what's right and what's wrong, they put their shirts back on, turning back to back in surprising modesty to button up the work shirts. Quickly they tied the fence rails to the post and packed up. The whole job had taken a little over an hour. In silence they rode back to the farm. The shame of their immoral act blushing through their darkly tanned skin.



Three weeks after Allison's arrival, at her suggestion, the girls asked for and received permission from both Colin and Annie to venture into Great Fork for an evening of entertainment at the saloon. The two young women helped each other to dress. The corsets could not be tightened any further and the two were not completely happy with the look. Both girls wished that they could cinch their waists in farther than they already were. They were, however quite happy with the look up top. Their breasts heaped to overflowing the half cups of the corsets, looking like smooth pudding, the slight colour added by the sun. The two spent most of the day preparing their clothes, skin and hair for this special occasion. Riding the buckboard into town, they silently cursed the sun and the heat. Both young women had their shawls gently draped over their shoulders. It was still too hot to wrap up in the shawls, but it was the dust that was particularly annoying as it curled up from the horse and large wagon wheels, eventually covering them head to foot with a fine coating of dust. Lauren looked down at her breasts. They were almost the same size that Allison's had been when she had arrived on the train. She thought back to that ride from the station to the farm and how she had watched the loosely contained breasts of her cousin react to each shimmy, bump and dip that the buckboard made. Now she watched the same thing all over again except this time the breasts belonged to her. Pride swelled in her heart in much the same way her front had swollen. Allison promised her that they would be the life of the party, but cautioned her that they'd better stick together, �Safety in numbers, ya' know.�

Outside of the Ladies entrance to the saloon, Jake was waiting, hoping for a tip by assisting the ladies as the came to the saloon. �Hello Jake!� they chorused, teasing him by flashing big toothy smiles and opening their shawls to expose the bare tops of their breasts. They then found that they solved the problem of parking the buckboard. Jake had volunteered to valet park their wagon � at no cost.

Although they were five years under the drinking age, both knew that later there would be no shortage of alcoholic drinks in store for them. Sitting in the ladies sitting room of the saloon, they started their evening by sipping a non-alcoholic refreshment, to wash away the layer of dust that had parched their throat. In no time they had finished their drink and decided to venture into the main room of the saloon. Settling themselves at a booth at the back of the room, their presence was not missed by many of the men in the bar and within minutes of sitting a pair of drinks arrived at the table. The piano-man pounded the keys as the drinks kept coming. Soon they were up on the floor, dancing their way through a multitude of men.

Allison pulled the shoulders of her dress down on to her upper arms. Now her bare shoulders opened up across her bare upper chest and the tops of her huge breasts were exposed with a scandalous eight inches of deep dark shimmying cleavage. Lauren, despite her own hugeness noticed that she was now receiving a little less attention. Having had perhaps one too many, she followed Allison's risqu� lead and the attention returned. Without the assistance of their shoulders holding up their dresses, the raucous dancing slowly pushed the necklines subtly farther and farther down and the eight-inch cleavage crept to nine and was well on its way to ten inches. Soon there were too many men coming on to them. Lauren's head was spinning from a mixture of the heady feeling of the sexual desire that surrounded her, the few too many drinks and the endless spinning as she was passed from man to man in a seemingly nonstop dance. The music stopped as the piano-man took a break to relieve himself. Both Lauren and Allison looked at each other and knew it was time to go home.

They staggered out of the main entrance of the saloon, hanging off of each other after making a cursory round of good-byes. Standing on the plank sidewalk, Allison being the complete lady, whistled for Jake. Jake came ambling around the corner. Lauren smiled and asked him if he could go and fetch the buckboard. In a flash he was gone and the sounds of his footfalls were soon drowned out by the sounds of the piano-man and the crowds inside the saloon.

The saloon door burst open and three men emerged, quite drunk. Bolstered on by the booze and each other they quite impolitely began to make inappropriate advances towards the two young women. It soon escalated to the point where it became obvious to Lauren and Allison that these three were going to attempt to have their way with them. Pawing hands became groping hands, which when resistance to these advances intensified, became gripping hands. The first dress to tear was Allison's. The sleeve was torn right off, exposing half of her massive breast. Recouping quickly, she pulled up the tattered garment and she pushed at the man responsible for the damage to the dress, cursing him as she did so. As he fell over, he bumped into one of his buddies and he grabbed at anything to help steady himself. The front of Lauren's dress tore from the neckline to her waist and she too fell over, bare breasted on top of the two fallen men. This commotion allowed Allison to pull out a small caliber ladies handgun from purse. Helping Lauren to stand, she held the three men at bay. Jake then appeared with the horse and wagon. He had hardly reined in the horse before the two women had jumped up onto the back of the buckboard. He pushed the horse as fast as it would go. He though it might be important to have as much space as possible between them and the drunks incase the egos of the drunks got to be too much and they decided to pursue them.

Lauren had surprised by the sight of the handgun and told Allison as much. �When ya' look as soft and vulnerable as we are and are built for their comfort and not for speed, a girl's gotta know how to protect herself and what's precious to her.� With that the fa�ade of Victorian morals and ethics had fallen away from the two after their brush with another's lust. Facing each other in the back of the wagon, dresses in tatters, the sat, breasts bouncing freely all the way back to the farm. Jake pushed the poor horse and by the time they reached the farm the animal was frothing at the bit and the girls almost green from the alcohol and rough ride. Colin had heard the rapid beating of the hooves and was standing on the porch with a lantern in one hand and shot gum in the other. At first he expected trouble as he saw only Jake on the seat. Both teens were hidden from his view. He was much relieved to find the girls safe on the bed of the buckboard. Ushering the three teens in, he ensured that the girls went upstairs and he offered space for Jake to stay over the night.

In her bed Lauren tried to piece together exactly what had happened. The only conclusions that she could draw were that just three weeks earlier she would not and could not have caused such a ruckus even if she had tried and that breasts, especially big ones like her own, drove men crazy. She filed that last tid-bit of info away as she dozed off in an alcohol induced sleep dreaming of still larger breasts.



Allison had been visiting for a month already and she thought that she had been keeping even with Lauren, spoon for spoon, never once suspecting that her cousin had been doubling up on the weekly dosage. As a result, both young women were now barely contained in the largest of Colin's shirts. Although Lauren was not all that far behind Allison in size, she could not believe the size of their endowments. Although they had seemed unsure before, there was no doubt now, each of the girl's breasts were clearly larger than their heads, anyone's head for that matter. Although this fact was not completely lost on herself and her own huge breasts, Lauren enjoyed watching Allison struggle with her mammoth set often forgetting that she too had moments when her top-heaviness got the better of her balance. It had become steadily more amusing to watch Allison mount a horse, although Allison probably got similar enjoyment from watching Lauren do the same. Allison's huge tits got in the way of most chores, but she never complained and each week she gulped down more of the expansion elixir. In the beginning Lauren could not believe or understand her cousin. But as her own breasts gradually became larger, she too gradually came to understand what was going on in her cousin's mind. She had also done a substantial amount of catching up and now her own were getting in the way more and more often. Every time they did, she rejoiced a little and mentally thanked her cousin for every shimmying, wobbling, swaying ounce of her bounty. When they dressed for Sunday dinner, she wore one of the dresses that Allison had brought with her from 'down East'. With just a little padding under each breast, she could fill out any of Allison's fancy dresses, inch for inch as well as her cousin. As they were dressing she surmised that one extra dose would bring her even with Allison � two; finally larger. The dress she chose was suitably conservative for the Sabbath, with a choker collar, the fine garment, with the assistance of a corset gave her a wasp waist that only helped to accentuate the tremendous gains she had made to her now soccer ball sized jugs.

Allison would be leaving the next day and the dinner was a means of giving her a warm send-off. During the dinner, Annie announced that it might be a good idea if the cousins ventured back to the East coast and that Lauren could stay a month before returning in the fall to �Start looking for a husband,� as her father now not so subtly hinted at. Lauren excused herself early from dinner and quietly made her way up to her room. Sneaking the bottle from its place, she filled and downed two spoonfuls. There was no telling what the future might bring and she felt that a little more volume would just do the trick. Hopefully it would finally bring her even with her huge chested cousin.

Some how it had been left behind. Both Lauren and Allison left the bottle hiding in its place. Lauren had thought Allison would bring it and Allison had thought that Lauren would bring it. On the train they ascertained that neither of them had remembered to open the floorboards and pack what they were now calling Grandpa Joe's Titty Grow'. In the rush and confusion of packing, Allison had even forgotten to have this week's nip. She was beginning to get angry with herself. She couldn't allow Lauren to become larger busted than she was. Allison wanted the 'honour' of having the 'biggest tits'. She had the biggest and wanted to remain the biggest. Lauren, on the other hand, figured that she would need an additional dose or two to finally 'catch up' with her cousin. Subconsciously, she even thought it might be nice to be even bigger than her cousin. Ultimately, both were upset with themselves and with each other for forgetting the bottle of greenish-blue liquid. Lauren's anger softened as she realized that, she would be returning home in a month's time and could still indulge in the chest filler.

It was almost as bad as Allison feared. By the time they had arrived at her home on the East coast, the cousins could share clothing again. Both bloated to the same size. Lauren took it all in stride. At least she could go home and pack on a few more inches. And she fully intended to do just that!



Twelve-year-old April had been staying at the Devinney farm for just under a week. She and her family were relocating to the west coast. Her uncle Colin insisted that his brother and family stay a spell at the farm, so she and her parents were destined to stay for at least two weeks. One of the jacks she had been playing with went skittering under the bed. April went in hot pursuit. As she slammed her hand down to stop the errant game piece, a section of the floor went spiraling upwards and ricocheted off the slats of the bed above. As she was about to replace the floorboard, she noticed a bottle hiding in the cavity. After taking it out, she read the label. 'Grandpa Joe's Snake Oil'. Cautiously, she opened the stoppered top and lifted the bottle to her nose. The greenish-blue liquid had a slight liquor type of smell to it. Warily she put her tongue over the opening and tilted the bottle back. There was a familiar taste of her daddy's whiskey that she had on more than one occasion managed to sneak a swig of. April slid her tongue away from the mouth of the bottle and the remaining six ounces of the elixir disappeared down her throat, burning all the way down.

In the remaining nine days before she left the Devinney farm, April was going to grow to be huge. Medicine ball huge.