"SHE can't have gone! We never even said goodbye." Pandora's eyes filled with tears.
    "She had to catch the early train. The school paid for a taxi to the station, so I couldn't refuse." Mrs Smith carefully scraped the toast into the sink, then threw it in the bin and put the last two slices in the toaster.
    I'm off, Mum!" Zara shoved back her chair and stood up. "Later. Later, you couple of melon-smugglers!"
    "You've got the note for the teacher about these two?"
    "Yeah! Maybe I'll throw it over the hedge when I get outside, and get them into trouble." She grabbed her books and the back door slammed behind her.
    "She won't do that, will she?" Pandora asked. "We won't get into trouble?"
    "She was only winding you up, Sis," Tina reassured her. She poured milk on her cornflakes. Mrs Smith had not yet found a way of destroying cornflakes, although she was working on it. "What time are we seeing Gerard, Mum?"
    Mrs Smith pursed her lips. "As soon as that ... slut ... from next door is ready." Evidently it was still impossible for her to mention Sian's name.
    "Sian's coming with us?" Pandora clapped her hands. "Wow!"
    "I should have refused, but I'd already promised her mother."
    "Can I go and fetch her?" Pandora struggled out of her chair. Her school uniform protested audibly. It wasn't the blouse so much — Tina's old blouses were so far standing up well to the impact of the child's wobbling bra-less masses — but the skirt was dangerously tight across her rump.
    Mrs Smith sighed. "Oh, go on, then. Don't get arrested again."
    "I'm only going next door," said Pandora, puzzled. She wiggled out.
    "That little girl's bottom is a disgrace," her mother observed. "Are you going like that, Tina? You look an absolute sight."
    "It's all I've got that fits. Betsy took all the good stuff with her."
    "To replace all the perfectly good clothes Pandora and her slut friend destroyed between them. Are you wearing a bra?"
    "A pink one, yes. I can change before I go to school. We'll be buying new blouses and things, won't we?"
    "I suppose so. I can't keep up with you kids."
    "We're not even keeping up with the Joneses," Tina smirked. "I'd better grab the bathroom before Sian arrives."

They hovered around the door, uncertain what to do. People were looking as they walked past. Several of them had already walked past three times already.
    "I've never seen the mall so crowded at this time on a Monday morning," Mrs Smith fretted. "Where can he be?"
    "Maybe he's got a girlfriend," Tina wondered aloud. The younger girls stared at her, disbelieving.
    "He's gay," said Pandora. "Like you, only the other way round."
    "I'm not!" Tina protested, blushing deeply and hoping her mother hadn't heard.
    Mercifully, Mrs Smith was pressing her nose to the glass door. "I think he's arrived," she said. "He comes in the back way."
    "That's what she meant, he's the other way round," said Sian.
    Mrs Smith turned and looked at her, but saw only moon-faced innocence. The bolts were drawn back and the door opened.
    "Mrs Smith! I'm so sorry. We ... I overslept. Come in, come in. Hello, girls!"
    "Hello, Gerard!"
    They filed straight through into the back of the shop and watched Gerard busy himself with the kettle. First things first, as always. "Right then, now what brings you girls here on a fine Monday morning...?"
    His voice had faded to a whimper. Until now, the diminutive figure of Sian had been concealed behind the furniture. Now, it wasn't.
    "Oh, my goodness me!" Gerard sat down. Fortunately there was a chair behind him. Sitting down, he was more or less on a level with Sian's unfettered nipples. His eyes started to glaze over, until he tried to divert his attention somewhere else; anywhere else. He spotted Pandora's straining school skirt, worked his way up to her borrowed blouse, then panned swiftly to Tina. Surely some mistake.
    They've growed too," said Sian, "but I growed first."
    "You've growed a lot," Gerard muttered helplessly. "Grown, even. All this much since Friday."
    "Mostly Friday," Sian confirmed after thinking about it for a while. "But every time the milk comes in, I get a couple of inches bigger. I mean, I still get much bigger each time, but when I get smaller again I don't get as smaller as I was before."
    "What she means is that when she gets smaller, she's still bigger than she was before," explained Pandora. "Like Tina when her milk came in the first time."
    "Tina? Milk? You too?"
    "Yeah. I don't mind, really. I like having big tits."
    "They were big before," Gerard reminded her. "You're only thirteen."
    Tina was inspecting her breasts. She looked up indignantly. "Twelve! They weren't huge, though, were they? Not like Eirlys. Or Sian."
    "Nobody's like Sian," said Gerard. "I've never seen such growth."
    "You still haven't. I 'aven't took my top off yet. Trouble is, you can't measure me until I'm full, can you?"
    "You're not even full yet?"
    "Not by a long way. I told you I stayed big every time I got small."
    "Don't start that again. Take it off and let's see them."
    Pandora had been the last to see Sian topless, but that had been yesterday morning at the police station. She'd been pretty big then, still spraying milk. Since then, she'd been milked three more times, and each time she'd got smaller again afterwards, although bigger each time than before she'd been quite as big.
    The effect, as they say, was devastating. Braless, yesterday morning, Sian's breasts had descended to her lower belly or thereabouts. Stretched and distended by three more generous milkings, and growing bigger each time, she now hung past her pussy.
    "I can't measure those! They're too big!"
    The Smith girls gasped. There had to be such a thing as 'too big', they supposed, but they never imagined they would see it. And to think it was their very own friend from next door. They gazed at Sian with quiet pride.
    "Don't cry, Sian!" Pandora found her hankie. She'd tucked it up the leg of her panties.
    Even Mrs Smith was touched. She tried to give Sian a motherly cuddle, but the girl's mammoth breasts came between them. Pandora and Tina turned her round and Mrs Smith hugged her from behind. It wasn't quite as loving, somehow, but it's the thought that counts.
    "They're not really too big, are they, Gerard? She's only a little girl. Can't you balance them on something? The table? Or let her bend over."
    "Bend over, Sian," Gerard said patiently. "Carefully. Hold her up, you two." The warning came too late to be of any use. Her balance completely upset by her eighteen-inch long milk bags, Sian crumpled into an ungainly heap on the floor. Her friends dragged her upright again. She was whining miserably with the pain and embarrassment of it all.
    "We'll lay them on the table, then," Pandora decided, taking charge. "Grab that one, Tee."
    "Ouch!"
    "Careful, dear," said her mother. "You mustn't pull them in different directions."
    They placed them on the table, where the kettle was just coming to the boil with a piercing whistle.
    "Excuse me," said Gerard. "That thing's supposed to switch itself off, but there's something wrong with it." He tried to squeeze past Sian's breasts. "I wish you hadn't put them up here."
    Sian started crying again. "I want my Mam!" she bawled through clouds of steam. Gerard reached the switch and the whistling died away.
    "I'll measure them here, then you can take them down. It's awkward, but ... there. Can you hold that on your nipple, Sian?"
    "Which one?"
    "Either. The left one. Then I'll pull the tape all the way round you and give you the end and you can hold it to your nipple and then just give me the tape with your thumb on it, okay? Ready?"
    "I think so!"
    "Good girl. Right, I'll pull it round here. Make sure it's going round your boobie. You've still got it on your nipple, dear?"
    "Yes."
    "Right. Here's the other end. Put that to your nipple and give it to me with your thumb on it."
    Sian passed the tape over.
    "I'll have to take out a patent on that technique, Mrs Smith! I've never tried it before. Only for certain customers, of course. Right, Sian, you're fifty-nine inches. See? You hadn't grown at all. It was all an optical illusion. Let me find you a bra..."
    "Erm, Gerard...?"
    "Shush, Pandora! Gerard knows what he's doing."
    "But..."
    "Pandora!"
    "I only wanted to..."
    "Pandora! I shan't tell you again."
    "But, Mum..."
    "That's it! Outside, now!"
    "But she's..."
    "Out!"
    Pandora slouched out of the workroom, almost forgetting to wiggle her hips.
    "Here you are, Sian. This will fit you."
    Gerard, Mrs Smith and Tina watched anxiously as Sian wrestled briefly with the bra.
    "It must have been put in the wrong box," Gerard muttered, sweating slightly. "It's supposed to be a 30C2."
    "I wonder what Pandora was trying to say," said Tina.
    "Don't you start as well!"
    "I was only wondering..."
    "Well, don't!"
    "But what if...?"
    "Tina!"
    "But you never listen..."
    "Out!"

"What happened to you?" said Pandora.
    "Same as you. I interrupted Mum."
    "Has Sian got the bra on yet?"
    "Course not. It's about half a dozen sizes too small."
    "I think I know why."
    "You do?"
    "She wasn't using the same nipple. She put the tape on her left one, then he wrapped it round her and gave her the end, and she put it on her right one."
    "But that would mean it would be six inches too short. Or whatever the distance is between her tits."
    "Yeah. It is, isn't it?"
    "I suppose so. How do you know that's what she did?"
    "I don't for sure. But they wouldn't listen to me anyway. I'm only eleven, and I'm no good at anything."
    "Let's go back in and tell them."
    "She'll kill us!"
    "She won't kill both of us. United we stand..."
    "Why does everybody support Man United...?"
    "Come on, you! We've got to go in there anyway, so Gerard can measure us."
    "He can't measure you until your milk's in. He can't measure Sian, either. She gets much bigger when she's full."
    "Bigger than she is now? That's impossible. Those things weighed tons as it was!"
    They went back in, defying their mother's outraged glare. Pandora went straight up to Gerard and whispered in his ear. Before she had finished, he was already staring in confusion at Sian and shaking his head.
    "You could be right. That bra is the size it says it is on the box and on the label, and it's nowhere near big enough. And we did measure her last week when she was full of milk. I'm sorry, Pandora. Grown-ups never listen to little girls. We should have taken notice of you." And he bent down and gave her a big-sisterly kiss. Pandora surreptitiously wiped it off with the back of her hand as Gerard stood up again. "Sian, we're going to measure you again. But first, you need your milk to come in. I'm sure Pandora will oblige again."
    "Pandora will have to bring my milk in," Tina pointed out.
    "I can't suck both of them!" Pandora protested, although her heart wasn't entirely in it.
    Sian had an idea. She called the other two together into a huddle while they discussed the situation in whispers. "You can suck your sister, Panda, and Tina can suck me. She's a lezzi..."
    "I can't suck yours, Sian," Tina interjected desperately.
    "Either you have to suck Sian's, or she has to suck yours. I can only suck one of you."
    "Can't someone else suck mine."
    "There isn't anyone else," said Pandora.
    "Your Mam could do it for you?"
    Tina's mouth opened slowly in horror. "That's a terrible thing to say!"
    "What did I say? Well, if you don't want your Mam to do it, how about Gerard?"
    They all turned slowly and looked at Gerard.
    "Hmm, well, maybe not, come to think of it."
    Pandora had another idea. "I'll do Tina's left one while Tina's doing Sian's left one, then we'll all swap and I'll do Sian's right and Sian can do Tina's right."
    "Fair enough," Sian said. "But whoever does it, they'd better hurry. I think all this talking about milk has made mine start coming."
    "So's mine," said Tina, although she had less experience of the feeling. "But we can't do it here, with Mum watching."
    "Of course not," said Pandora, shocked. "We do it in the office!"

"Been a lovely morning," said Gerard, handing Mrs Smith a third cup of tea.
    "Lovely. How's business?"
    "Booming. Mostly young girls recently, for some reason. One or two of them pregnant, of course. Youngsters these days..."
    "Oh, yes. Terrible. No sense of..."
    "No, none at all."
    "I don't know what's happening in the office. I'm sorry we're taking up all your time."
    "They've only been in there half an hour. It must be a long-winded business trying to get milk to flow when there aren't any babies around."
    "My Pandora didn't seem to have any trouble doing it last week."
    "I think they've finished." An orgasmic howl rang out and a door rattled open, then three girls hurried back in.
    Pandora was still mistress of ceremonies."You'll need to do Tina first, Gerard, she's exploding!"
    "Tina!" cried her mother. "Put your chest away at once!"
    "She can't, Mum. That's why she's here!"
    "You, too, Pandora. You are a shameless little girl."
    "Mum!"
    "And your boobies are far too big. Yours too, Tina." Mrs Smith made no comment on Sian, as she was someone else's daughter.
    "I'll do Tina first," Gerard had evidently decided that Pandora was in charge here. "She's dripping."
    "I'm spurting," sighed Tina dreamily.
    "You don't need a bra on for this. You're so full up, they're like a pair of prize pumpkins. My goodness!" Gerard consulted his little notebook. "It says here your last bra was a 34F." He checked the figures again, took a pair of glasses off the desk and looked at the tape again, then finally threw the tape away and found another brand new one, still in the manufacturer's wrapping. "Goodness me! You not only need a nursing bra. You need a 34N-cup. That is truly remarkable! So many young girls are doing so much growing. I wish I knew what was going on." He wrung his hands and shook his head.
    Milk squirted out of Tina's breasts in fine sprays, and Gerard had to snatch his notebook out of the firing line. She gasped and let out a little moan while sucking in her breath. One hand clutched at her groin and clung on tight. The atmosphere in the room became slightly embarrassed, slightly strained and ever so slightly tinged with girl-musk. Tina was doing her brave best to enjoy an orgasm silently.
    Pandora slurped up a mouthful or so of her sister's milk, more or less en passant, but she had other things on her mind. "We've got to do Sian's now. She's been ever so ever so patient, but..."
    "They're starting to hurt," said the victim of what had to be the biggest bust seen in this room for some considerable time.
    "Let's put them on the table again," Pandora ordered her team of assistants. "Better put a towel or something on it first. She's going to dump gallons of milk any minute now. How's it going, Sian?" she asked as Gerard scurried off to find something.
    "They're nearly bursting!"
    "Hang in there, kid!"
    Gerard returned. "I've found this dust-sheet the decorators left behind. And a towel to put on top. Will that do?"
    "That's fine. Spread it out. Can you and my Mum lift one of her tits? Me and Tina will do the other. We've got to do it together. She's so sensitive, she'll explode if we get it wrong."
    "I'm not..." Mrs Smith started to protest, but everyone stared at her, so she moved unhappily to Sian's side. "How do we get our arms round the things?"
    "You've got to lift from underneath. They're not heavy..."
    "Huh!" said Sian.
    "Well, that is, they are heavy, but we can lift them with two pairs of hands under each." Pandora took up her position next to her still-gently-climaxing sister. The two adults, looking foolish, stood around staring at Sian's formidable right breast. Milk was jetting out of her nipples by now, and Gerard stood back with a pained expression as his immaculately pressed trousers received a dousing.
    "You'd better take those off, Gerard," Pandora advised unfeelingly, and Gerard was so shocked by the whole scene that he obeyed. His white legs seemed to glow in the gloom, emerging from a pair of flower-patterned boxers. "Why do you wear such long socks?" Pandora enquired, while the others raised their eyes to the ceiling.
    "Please, let's just do it!" Sian gulped.
    Tina moaned again to prove she hadn't finished, spraying her sister with milk.
    "Let's do it, before we're all soaked." Pandora placed her little hands under the front of Sian's left breast and made room for Tina to stand between her and Sian. Watching every move closely like novices at a dancing lesson, the two grown-ups did the same. "Ready to lift? Let's go!"
    A great grunt, another orgasm from Tina, and a roar of achievement; and Sian's breasts were safely on the table. They all rushed around giving each other high fives and shouting 'All right!"
    "Come and measure my boobs, you lot!"
    "Same as last time, Sian, remember?" Gerard gave Sian the end of the tape.
    "Not quite the same as last time," Pandora reminded her. "You've got to put the tape all the way round to the same nipple."
    "But I can't. I can't reach over my bust with my right hand to my left nipple. Shit, I couldn't even do it when I was empty, I'm bloody sure I couldn't do it now!"
    "Someone will have to get on the table and hold the ends of the tape together," said Pandora, looking around for volunteers. "Come on!"
    "Do it yourself!"
    "But I'm in charge."
    "Who put you in charge?"
    "I did. You're all useless."
    Tina seemed to be emerging from her orgasmic haze. "I'll do it," she said, stripping off her jeans for no conceivable reason. She sprang lightly on to the table like a girl who ought not to be excused PE and Games but who probably was going to be with tits as big and bouncy as hers. She squatted in front of Sian, their combined milk sprays forming a puddle on the saturated towel, and pressed one end of the tape to Sian's left nipple. Then, feeling quite comfortable and at ease with herself, she had another orgasm or two.
    The end of the tape came round to her.
    "Tina! Pay attention!"
    She brought the two ends of the tape together.
    "What's it say?" Pandora demanded.
    "Pass it to me," said Gerard. "It's my tape."
    Pandora delegated the task. "Pass it to Gerard. Keep your thumb on it."
    Over came the tape, soaked in girl-milk, marked by an extremely fishy little thumb.
    "That's probably more like it," Gerard announced, looking at the tape from all directions before accepting the evidence of his own eyes. "Whaa-aat?"
    "What's it say?" Pandora asked again.
    Gerard remained silent, his face registering blank disbelief.
    "You've got to tell me. She's in my class at school."
    Gerard finally looked up at the circle of faces: Mrs Smith chewing her nails, Tina hunkering on the table top with a hand cupped around her genitalia, Sian herself, still wearing a pained expression. Wordlessly he handed the tape to the impatient Pandora.
    She accepted it, licking her lips, then looked at it from all directions. Then she looked up at the others. Sian's bust measurement is..." She paused for effect.
    "Get on with it!"
    "I was just making sure you were all listening! It's seventy-one inches."
    "Bloody hell!"
    "Tina!" Mrs Smith decided this whole thing was getting out of hand. She might not be able to do anything about her daughter's multiple public orgasms, but at least she could control her language.
    "What size bra's that, Gerard?" Pandora asked sweetly.
    "What?" He focused on her slowly. "Oh. Something like a 30P2. Whatever it is, it's got to be a specially made one. I'll take a few more measurements and it will be ready in about three days."
    "Three days?" Pandora squeaked. "What's the good of that? If she's grown twelve inches over the weekend, what makes you think she's finished now?"

"You can't go to school now, Pandora, it's too late."
    Pandora began to cry.
    "She's upset because she wanted to show off her new bra in Mr Lombank's class," said Tina, giving her sister a big hug.
    "That's silly," said Mrs Smith. "She shouldn't be getting all steamed up over her teacher."
    "No," said Tina. "As if he's going to notice her when Sian's in the same class and she's got a seventy-one inch bust."
    Pandora had stopped crying. She started again.
    "Never mind, baby sister. Once Sian's boobs have grown even more and she's too big to get in through the classroom door, you'll have the biggest pair in the class again, won't you?"
    If it had been intended to soothe Pandora, it didn't work.
    "Take her upstairs, dear. I've got a headache." A morning in town, getting three girls measured for improbable bras and later trailing round the shops trying to find clothes for her two youngest daughters, had worn Mrs Smith's nerves to a frazzle. Even now that the still unsupported Sian had gone home for her Mam to call the school and explain that her daughter was indisposed, things were no quieter in the Smith household.
    She watched Tina escort Pandora up the stairs. At least, they now looked a little more presentable. Tina was most capably supported by her no-nonsense maternity bra, filling her school blouse in a manner which had already attracted the attention of a number of young men. Tina hadn't been trying to avoid this attention; on the contrary, she had asked her mother to stop the car on the way home so she could slip into a corner shop for one of those teen mags that offer sex and fashion advice to underage girls. She returned to the car grinning from ear to ear, pursued by howls and farmyard noises from a bunch of lads wandering the streets in their lunch hour.
    Mrs Smith was only slightly relieved by this evidence that her daughter was not, as she had feared, a lesbian, although bisexuality was possibly twice as bad.
    Pandora was equally worrying. Although she wasn't becoming an orgasmic milk-machine like Tina, she now seemed almost addicted to milk fresh from the breast. And she had developed alarmingly. Mrs Smith found herself wondering if there could be any connection. The only compensation was that the girl was not overwhelmingly top-heavy like the next-door girls or even Tina. On the other hand, she was rather big up top for her tender age. And big down below, too, in every way, as she had revealed in the large girls' department of the local school outfitters. Alarmingly, she had required almost a size forty skirt, the waist of which was six inches too big. Sadly, a size thirty-eight was too tight. Even more sadly, the forty wasn't tight enough, and it fell to her feet when she came out of the changing cubicle and raised her arms above her head. Matters weren't helped at all when she bent down to pull it up. Pandora had protested bitterly that she wasn't wearing any panties because she didn't have any big enough, and she didn't like to borrow her mother's without permission.
    She had some now, just as she had a completely new outfit of school clothes, blouses, skirts and sweaters, although how long she would still be able to squeeze herself into them was another question entirely. If she had just ballooned from something like 36-22-36 to 41½-22-39 in a matter of days, what chance of it ending there?
    Mrs Smith's headache was getting worse the more she thought about it.

"Pssst! Tina? Are you asleep?"
    Pandora perched her big bottom on her sister's bed and shook her harder.
    "Wake up!"
    "Whaaaa-ya want? What's time...?"
    "I don't know. It's night time."
    Tina caught a glimpse of the clock. "It's one o' clock in the morning. Go back to bed!"
    "I couldn't sleep."
    "Pandora. We've got school tomorrow."
    "I'm getting bigger. My tits."
    "I know. We both are..."
    "No, not just bigger. Bigger!"
    It sank into Tina's brain at last. She rolled over and turned on the light. The sisters squinted and blinked at each other.
    "You haven't got milk as well, have you?"
    "Milk?"
    "That makes you get bigger."
    "What's it feel like?"
    "I can't describe it or my milk will come in. It feels good."
    "It can't be milk, then. This just feels horrible. Ever so heavy."
    "Do they look bigger?"
    "I don't know. They feel bigger. It was dark..."
    "How can I see if they're bigger if you've got a T-shirt on? Take it off."
    "I'm scared to. What if they're bigger?"
    Tina sighed heavily. "Do you want bigger tits, Pandora?"
    "Of course! I want huge ones, as big as Sian's."
    "So take your T-shirt off, and let's see if they are any bigger."
    "But they might not be!"
    "You've got to take it off sometime. In the morning..."
    "But they might be even bigger by then."
    "We won't know unless you show me them now, will we?"
    Unwillingly, Pandora peeled the bottom of the shirt up a few inches. "It's ever so tight," she said.
    "Was it tight before?"
    "Yeah." Tina clutched at her head in exasperation. But Pandora continued. "It's lots tighter now, though. I can't get my tits out of the bottom."
    "You must be able to!" But it was becoming clear that Pandora was right. She couldn't pull the shirt out far enough to get it over her breasts. "You do the front and I'll pull it up at the back," Tina suggested, and Pandora sat on the edge of the bed and grunted with the effort. From the back, the shirt was ridiculously stretched. Tina tried not to stare at the deep cleavage of Pandora's bottom and her narrow waist. How could the kid be so womanly? "We're going to have to cut it off with scissors."
    "No, we can't! Mum will kill us!"
    "It won't matter. If we don't cut it off, you'll split it anyway."
    "You mean I am bigger then?" Pandora turned round. "Have a feel of them." She let go of the shirt and stuck out her chest.
    "Pandora!" Tina reached out to touch. She didn't need to reach very far.
    "Wow, that feels ... wow!"
    "They're massive, Pandora! Much bigger than they were this morning."
    "Could I get excused?"
    "Not yet. I'm bigger than you. At the moment, anyway."
    "Measure me, Tee!"
    "It's one in the morning!"
    "Just a quickie! Just my bust, nothing else."
    Tina couldn't refuse. She wanted to know just as badly as Pandora did.

"What are you two doing?"
    Tina had plunged out of sight beneath her bed covers. Pandora, moving deceptively fast for such a big little girl, had rolled out of sight on the far side of the bed. Her hand snaked out and turned off the light.
    "Don't put the light out, you stupid cow! I can't see?"
    Cautiously Pandora poked her head above the parapet. The light came back on. "Zara?"
    "Who d'you think it is?"
    Tina emerged from the bedclothes. "Zara?"
    "Will everybody stop saying 'Zara' like that! What are you two doing up at this time of night?"
    "What are you doing up at this time of night, for that matter?" asked Pandora's head.
    "You're still dressed!" said Tina.
    "I had noticed, thank you. I've just got in."
    The two younger girls gasped.
    "You've been on a date? At half past one o' clock in the morning?" Tina thrust one hand out of sight under the sheet.
    "Jeez, you oversexed little slut, playing with yourself. It's me that's been on a date, not you!"
    Pandora, ever the practical one, wanted to know certain vital details. "How did you get Mum not to wait up for you?"
    "I didn't. I went to bed, then got up once she'd gone to bed. I climbed out of the bedroom window on to the garage roof."
    The girls considered this appallingly dangerous scheme. Pandora chewed her lip, apparently imagining her bum becoming wedged half way through the window. Tina was so aroused, her milk was coming in.
    Pandora wasn't satisfied. "Was Barry waiting to help you down?"
    Zara went red. "Sort of."
    "How do you mean, sort of? Was he or wasn't he?"
    "Yes."
    "Then what did you do?"
    "Nothing. Just sat in the car and kind of ... got off with each other."
    "In Mum's car? She'll kill you!"
    "No ... I mean, no she won't!"
    Pandora's eyes narrowed. "You weren't in Mum's car at all. Whose car was it? Barry's not old enough." She put all four fingers in her mouth. "You've been seeing somebody with a car! A man!"
    "Shh-hhh! Don't shout!"
    "You have!"
    "Okay, I have! Just don't tell Mum, okay?"
    "What were you really doing?" asked Tina. "Fucking?"
    "Of course not! I'm not a slag!"
    "What then?"
    "Just kissing and stuff."
    "Did he play with your tits?" Pandora wanted to know, then she spilled her secret. "Mine are growing again. That's why we're up."
    "What do you mean, that's why you're up?"
    "Tina's been measuring me. They'd got so full and heavy, I couldn't sleep."
    It was Zara's turn to gasp. "Show me," she said, and watched Pandora stand up behind the bed. "Bloody hell, Pandora!"
    Pandora blushed happily at this extreme reaction. "They're forty-four and a half! I've grown three whole inches since this morning!"
    "Forty-four?"
    "And a half. Nearly forty-five."
    "But why?"
    "I'm a growing girl."
    "You can say that again! What is it? Milk?"
    "No, it's just me. They're all girl." Pandora wobbled them to prove it, spoiling the effect somewhat when she had to clutch at the end of the bed for support.
    "I've got milk," Tina said.
    "We know."
    "No, I mean now. It's here." And she pulled down the sheet and lobbed her giant titties out on display. "Who wants a drink?"

Pandora staggered back to her room, rolled into bed and belched. The milk was practically sloshing about inside her. Strange how Zara hadn't wanted any. She'd gone off to bed half an hour ago.
    "Ouch!"
    The pressure in her chest was just as bad as ever. She had known, even before Tina had wrapped the tape measure around her, that she had grown a lot. It was a surprise to both of them quite how much. But now, with a bellyful of Tina-milk, Pandora could almost be certain that she had grown some more. That would be ridiculous, of course.
    Somewhere, a church clock struck the half hour. Half past two? With a groan, she lay on her back, conscious of the unusual weight of her breasts. They rolled to the sides and pressed on her upper arms.
    It was nice, having such big breasts, but...
    Pandora was asleep.

End of Chapter 8