HER bra didn't fit.
    "I can't go to school like this!" Pandora complained at breakfast time.
    Mrs Smith could see that perfectly well for herself. "I'd better write a note and Zara can take it to school. Where is the girl, anyway?"
    Zara stumbled into the kitchen, looking as if she had spent half the night having her tits mauled in the back of a car. She caught sight of Pandora and her eyes almost popped out. Her youngest sister was bent over the stove stuffing herself with a cremated bacon sandwich. She was inappropriately dressed for school. Her panties were practically exploding, they were stretched so tight across the broad and swollen globes of her backside. Her waist was insultingly slim considering that she never seemed to stop eating. Her brand new bra with its three-inch wide six-hook band seemed to be cutting into her flesh. She stuffed the last of the sandwich into her face and turned round with cheeks like a chipmunk. And tits like a dairy shorthorn. The bra was a joke; hopelessly too small. Her breasts overflowed the cups, they bulged around her armpits, they pooched out underneath.
    Zara groaned.
    "You'll have to take a note to school again, Zara. I've got to take Pandora to see Gerard again."
    "Can I go next door and tell Sian not to wait for me?" said Pandora.
    "Get dressed first. What if the postman saw you like that?"
    Pandora looked as if one postman more or less in the world was neither here nor there, really, but she put her school shirt on and fastened as many buttons as would reach. The effect was even more obscene than before.
    "And your skirt!"
    "Oh, Mum! This shirt comes down past my front bottom!"
    "Pandora!"
    Grinning to herself, she stepped into the skirt and pulled it up around her amazing bum. She had won a small victory. "Won't be long," she sang as she wobbled and wiggled her way out of the side door, right into the path of the postman. "Oooh, hello!" she coo-ed, "you've got lots and lots of letters!"
    Confronted by a foot-deep young cleavage bursting out of a woefully small shirt, the postman dropped his fistful of mail in all directions. He scrabbled around on his knees, trying to grab it all before the wind blew it away. Still not quite believing his eyes, he watched Pandora's monstrously twitching rear end as it went up next door's path.
    "I frightened the postman," she told Mrs Jones at the front door.
    "I'm not surprised, love. Come on in before you get arrested again." Mrs Jones took a closer look once they were inside. "Duw, girl! There's some titties and no mistake!"
    "I grew again. Last night."
    "Well done, kid. You look great. But you ought to wear a bigger shirt than that. You could borrow one of our spares..."
    "I'm not going to school, Mrs Jones. Mum's taking me back to Gerard's this morning. Could somebody tell the teacher I've got to get a new bra 'cos I've suddenly grown three more inches?
    Mrs Jones smiled. "Sian's not going to school, but Eirlys can tell your teacher you're not very well again. You haven't got milk, have you?"
    "No, this is all solid tit! If I had milk, I'd be twice as big as this." She followed Mrs Jones into the kitchen, where the soothing purr of twin breast pumps came from the table where Ceredwyn and Sian sat contentedly. In another chair, Eirlys was hacking fur from her legs with a razor, and Angharad, her face like thunder, was sullenly eating cornflakes with the air of a girl who had only been laid ten times the previous night. "Hello, girls!"
    The Jones family mumbled a response. They were busy. Then they all sat bolt upright and gasped.
    "Pandora!" yelled Sian. "You're massive!"
    As far as Pandora was concerned, she could never get enough of people telling her how big her breasts were. Being called 'massive' by Sian was an accolade indeed. She gratefully accepted a brimming glass of milk from Mrs Jones.
    "What happened, Pandora?" Ceredwyn asked.
    "I grew. Last night."
    Eirlys banged her razor on the table while the other girls shielded their dishes from the flying hairs. "Is that an old bra?" she asked.
    Pandora was almost bursting with pride. "No, it's brand new. Yesterday morning."
    "They won't give you your money back," Angharad sniffed.
    "What size is it?" Eirlys persisted.
    "A thirty, I think. Maybe it ought to be a thirty-two."
    "Stop playing around, Pandora. What cup size?"
    "Let's see," said Pandora. "If it's a thirty and I was 40½ inches, that's a J or a K-cup."
    "It's too small," Sian told her.
    "Yeah, Tina measured me without a bra last night, and I'd grown three inches, so it should be three sizes bigger than this."
    "It looks a lot more than that, Pandora," said Mrs Jones, delighting the girl so much she almost flooded her panties. "Are you going back to school after you've seen Gerard?"
    "Yeah, don't take the rest of the day off," Sian urged her friend. She unplugged her nipple from the breast pump and stood up to stuff her ponderous udders into the top of what appeared to a voluminous pair of mechanics' blue overalls. "You can go in this afternoon and have a laugh at all the other girls with no tits at all."
    "I might need some new blouses, too," said Pandora. A faraway expression came over her face and she prised her underwear away from her moist crotch with a delicate finger and thumb. The other girls had to look away. "And probably some more new panties."
    "That won't take you all afternoon," said Sian.
    "Have another glass of milk, Pandora," said Mrs Jones. "Warm or cold? If you want warm, you can have some of Sian's. It's really fresh."
    "Cold, please."
    "Suit yourself," said Sian.
    "So you're what size now, Pandora?" Mrs Jones fetched the glass.
    "Forty-four and a half. I'm 44½-22-39 and four feet nine inches tall." Pandora had never received so much attention in her life. She was sopping wet now and her nipples were almost bursting. Her bra felt tighter than ever. She ran a surreptitious hand around the outer curve of one breast. It felt like a drum. The pressure eased ever so slightly as another shirt button let go. This felt really weird! "I'd better be getting back," she said anxiously, throwing back her head and draining the milk in a succession of gulps. There was a slight ripping sensation under one armpit. At least, her shirt didn't feel quite so tight now.
    "See you later, then," said Sian.
    "Yes, Pandora," said Mrs Jones. "Do try and get to school this afternoon. You shouldn't keep missing classes. Sian's really worried about missing school for three days while she's waiting for her new bra. And while you're at Gerard's, you might get your mother to ask about Sian's new bra. If it's ready, bring it home and tell him we'll send him the money. She really needs it now, look at her!"
    "Okay." Pandora looked at Sian. Her friend looked stupendously top-heavy in her ridiculous garment with its legs and sleeves rolled up to fit. The only place it fit her at all was around the bust, where it was incredibly tight. Pandora belched suddenly. She felt so full! "I'd better go!" She escaped, wiggling her huge bottom furiously down the path and round to her side door. Once safely indoors, she scampered upstairs, into the bathroom, and sat down. She practically tore her shirt off; after all, it would never fit her again now. Her bra was like a harness, bulging obscenely under its load. It was more than three sizes too small, she decided, standing up and wiping herself. She kicked her soggy panties off and dropped them in the laundry basket before standing in front of the mirror. Yes, even in the overloaded bra, she was undeniably bigger than last night. Bigger even than when she had struggled into the bra this morning. Only an hour or so earlier, there had been little crescent moons of flesh escaping beneath the cups. Now, there were two-inch bulges. She tugged the bra cups down to cover them, but they slipped right back out again.
    How much bigger? How long could this kind of thing go on?

She felt like a badly wrapped parcel in her school skirt and Tina's sweatshirt. She knew she ought really to take her bra off, but her mother would immediately kill her if she did. And if she took it off even for a minute, just so she could breathe, she'd never get it back on again.
    "Pandora! If you don't get yourself down here this minute, I'll go without you."
    Why were mothers so stupid? What was the point of being fitted for a new bra without being there? On the other hand, she'd been there the day before and a fat lot of good that had done. She was three sizes bigger now. At least three sizes. Or much more. They might just as well have measured her at home. Most of the time, Gerard simply took a bra from his vast stock of outrageous foundation garments. Who wore all those huge bras, anyway? Pandora couldn't think of anybody apart from her sisters, herself and the girls next door who needed anything remotely near the size of those things. To Pandora's knowledge, Sian was the only girl who had ever needed a real come-back-in-three-days custom jobbie.
    "Pandora!"
    She plodded downstairs, feeling dangerously close to a catastrophic explosion. It would be in the papers tomorrow morning, 'Car Bomb Wrecks Town Centre'. Sadly, she wouldn't be around to read the story of how half the town had been flattened by an exploding schoolgirl...
    "What were you doing up there? We haven't got all day. And are you wearing my knickers again?"
    "Mum!"
    They drove to Gerard's in glum silence.
    "I've already got a customer just leaving, if you wouldn't mind waiting a few minutes," he told them with a panic-stricken glance at Pandora's untidily bulging chest. "You can come through into the back and wait there. Tea, Mrs Smith? Milk, Pandora?"
    "No, this is all me..."
    "Pandora, please!" her mother snapped.
    They sat on two uncomfortable chairs and nodded a greeting to a harrassed-looking woman with a tiny angry baby.
    "Sorry about the noise," the woman yelled. "He wants feeding again. He's not mine," she explained. "He's Rachel's. Her fourth!"
    "Can I hold him?" Pandora heard herself asking.
    "Have you got babies yourself?" the woman asked doubtfully, handing the baby over. It immediately buried its face in Pandora's bosom in search of a second breakfast. The muffled echoes of its crying died away.
    "No, I'm only eleven," said Pandora.
    "So what? Rachel's been having kids since she was nine." The woman sounded almost indignant that Pandora hadn't started a family yet.
    Mrs Smith had opened her mouth to make a censorious remark, but she closed it again. A young girl had appeared from the changing cubicle attempting to button a white blouse over an unusually large bra reaching all the way down to her waist. The cups seemed designed to conceal rather than support what were clearly a massive milk-laden pair of breasts. Disguise was impractical: when the blouse was fastened, it was resoundingly full. "This is my Rachel. Say hello to the nice little girl, Rachel. She stopped little Trev crying for you."
    "She can keep him if she likes," said Rachel sullenly.
    "How's it feel, Rachel?" Gerard asked.
    "Full."
    "You're very milky at the moment, Raich," said her mother as she took out her purse. "It will be better after you've fed Trevor and Tara and Tracy. Trudi's not on the breast any more," she explained for the benefit of late arrivals.
    "I know you," said Pandora, handing the baby over to its loving mother. "You're Rachel Ramsey, in Zara's class. I didn't know you had all these babies."
    "We've been keeping it quiet," said Rachel's mother. "We didn't want no scandal. Come on, then, Raich. Let's get these kids fed then you can go to school. You've got Mr Lombank this afternoon, haven't you?"
    "Lecherous old sod," Rachel sniffed. She tucked the baby under one arm. The super-bra did seem to offer a certain amount of concealment for her breasts. Looking at her, you might have assumed she was fat, or perhaps pregnant. But then, by the law of averages, she probably was.
    "Well I never," said Mrs Smith as soon as the small family had departed. "That's disgusting! Four children and she's only Zara's age! There ought to be a law against it!"
    Pandora thought there probably was. She wondered what it felt like to have a baby sucking at your breast. It had felt nice with little Trevor Ramsey, and he wasn't even hers. She tried to breathe deeply. It wasn't easy. Impossible though it sounded, her breasts felt even fuller than they had felt in the bathroom at home.
    "Let's have a look at you, then," said Gerard with an attempted hearty chuckle, like a redundant Santa Claus. "Is she bigger, Mrs Smith?"
    "Yes." Mrs Smith sounded displeased with her youngest daughter.
    "Most unusual. Perhaps we caught her in the middle of a growth spurt. Most unusual, as I say. But these things happen. Take your sweatshirt off, Pandora." He watched as the bra and its load came into view. "Bloody hellfire!" he cried.
    "I grew," Pandora explained.
    "I can see that!"
    Pandora caught sight of herself in the mirror. She turned to get a profile view, grinned proudly and approached for a closer look. She was hugely pleased by what she saw. If big tits were attractive, bigger tits were even more so. And hers, she thought, were now getting close to phenomenal.
    "I can't undo it," she complained with a happy smile.
    "Pandora! Take your bra off this minute!"
    "Mum!"
    "It's all right, I'll undo it for her. It is ... incredibly ... tight! Just two ... more ... hooks. There! Oh, my Goodness!"
    Pandora stood there feeling the unaccustomed weight on her chest. The mirror confirmed her suspicions. She giggled.
    "It's not funny, Pandora! Bras don't grow on trees, you know."
    It would be fun if they did, Pandora thought. Gerard was already measuring her hips.
    "Hmmm. Thirty-nine yesterday. Perhaps a little more, but not a significant amount. Did you have a big breakfast, Pandora?"
    "Quite big, yes."
    "Waist, twenty-three."
    Pandora was still confused about good things and bad, but she had an idea that her waist getting bigger was bad news. Maybe it was those two glasses of milk...
    "I think we need to go up to a size thirty-two bra, Mrs Smith. She's in between, but definitely bigger than a thirty. I'll measure her bust, then she can try a bra on for size. Stand still, Pandora, please. Thank you!"
    Pandora stretched her neck to see the tape. Gerard was consulting his notebook.
    "Yes, a very large growth spurt, combined with a little too much breakfast. Forty-seven and a half, Mrs Smith. Let's find her a 32P-cup if we can. Just bend forward from the waist a moment, Pandora, please. Yes, she's a little full for an ordinary P-cup..."
    "Ordinary? A P-cup? Ordinary?"
    "Relatively, Mrs Smith. What I meant was that she needs a slightly different style. Our new Junior Goddess design is aimed at the very full-figured young woman..."
    "She's not a woman!" Mrs Smith wailed.
    "You're quite right, of course. One tends to forget..." To Pandora's surprise, Gerard didn't need to climb his teetering stepladder to get to the Junior Goddess range. Instead, he opened a large cardboard carton and brought out a fat pink envelope. "Right first time! Try this one on, Pandora. It's a 32PPP. Please excuse the letters, it's our manufacturer's idea of a joke."
    "You don't make them yourself?"
    "Not these. They come cheaper from the Far East. They must wonder what kind of women need such things, but they can make them so much cheaper than we can. The saving is passed on to you, the customer."
    Pandora hurried away to try it on, so excited that she even forgot to wiggle her hips. They swung from side to side no more than six inches. "Why do I have to come in here to put it on," she wondered aloud. "I was topless out there when he measured me. Still, since I'm in here..." She cupped one incredible breast in both hands, like a soccer ball.
    A growing girl can only take so much stimulation. Pandora slipped a hand up her skirt...

Mrs Smith and Gerard were on their second cup of tea when Pandora finally reappeared. She was flushed, breathing heavily, and her lips were parted and moist.
    "Why haven't you got the bra on?" Mrs Smith asked her.
    Pandora thought about that for a while, trying to remember why. Had she forgotten to put it on in her excitement?
    "It doesn't fit," she said at last. "It's too small."
    "Too small?"
    "Too small. The cups aren't big enough. I spill over the top."
    "Impossible!" Mrs Smith snorted. "She's being a silly girl and playing stupid games. You wait, my girl. You're not too big for a good spanking!"
    Gerard transferred his stare from Pandora's breasts to her skirt-stretching bottom, which was certainly a major target for spanking. Then back to her bosom again.
    "Would you try it on again, please? No, out here," he added quickly as Pandora immediately set off for the cubicle again.
    She fought her way into the bra.
    "She's right, Mrs Smith. It will have to be the next size up. Either that, or one of our regular models." Like a conjuror, he brought another packet out of the box, and watched as the girl put it on. She beamed up at him, her face alight.
    "It fits!"
    "There you are, Mrs Smith. Perfect!" He walked round Pandora, prodding and poking her bust while she craned her neck so as not to lose sight of herself in the mirror. "One Junior Goddess, size 32RRR. Thirty-seven pounds ninety-nine, please."

"I paid thirty-eight pounds for that bra, Pandora; if it was too tight, you should have told Gerard right away."
    "It wasn't too tight then. It is now. Can't we go back to the shop?"
    "We've been trailing round the town all morning looking for clothes for you. It's ridiculous!"
    But Mrs Smith was inevitably on her way back to Discoveries, led by her youngest daughter. Pandora was carrying the bag from the Bizarre Fetish Centre, the only place they had been able to find a size 40-inch hips schoolgirl's pleated navy skirt with a 22-inch waist. Mrs Smith had put her foot down firmly when Pandora had asked for a couple of those white shirts, size forty-eight inch bust, in pure silk. She had dragged the girl out of the shop before she got her little hands on the black stockings with seams up the back. Mercifully, the BFC didn't have one of their Lady Incredible platform bras in Pandora's size. They stumbled out into the street leaving the staff gaping in awe at the girl's retreating backside. If Pandora and her mother had looked back, they might have seen a 'Back in half an hour' sign hung on the door as the staff dashed off into the stockroom for urgent sexual intercourse.
    The other bags, bravely carried by Mrs Smith, contained twelve pairs of austere panties and three very large shirts. There was also a one-piece black regulation swimsuit, although Mrs Smith had an idea it would probably result in Pandora's being excused swimming for the remainder of her schooldays.
    "I can't breathe in this bra!" she said, stopping for a few seconds and hanging on to a lamp post. "My boobs must be so big now!"
    "Oh, come on, child! We'll never get home at this rate."
    Gerard looked mildly surprised at their reappearance.
    "Come through into the back," he sighed. "I've got another customer in here..."
    For the second time that morning, Mrs Smith and her youngest daughter trudged after the bra maker as he minced down the corridor into the work room. Pandora had lagged behind and her eventual appearance created a bit of a stir.
    "Pandora!"
    "I've got to take my clothes off to get measured, haven't I?"
    "Not until you're in the changing room, child!"
    "Why not? Last time he told me not to go in there."
    "But you can't walk in here like that! Look at you!"
    "There are two clients in the changing cubicle already," said Gerard, returning from somewhere with a kettle full of water and plugging it in. He looked at the incredibly topless Pandora and blinked. "She's got even bigger!"
    "I know," said Pandora sweetly. "I'm mammoth!"
    A twitter of giggly voices heralded the return of Gerard's other customers; two blonde girls, one almost six feet tall, the other little more than Pandora's height. Preoccupied with one another and wearing only panties and tan-lines, they were in the middle of the work-room before they realised anyone else was there. They squeaked in unison and covered their breasts with their hands. Then they remembered where they were and took them down again.
    It was just about this point when they noticed Pandora.
    "Fucking hell!" said the tall one. "Who's she?"
    "I'm Pandora."
    "These are the Jelly-babies," Gerard explained. "They're strip ... erm ... exotic dancers."
    "We're twins," said the short one, "but we ain't identical."
    "Who done your tits?" the tall one asked Pandora.
    "Who done them?"
    "Who did them, Pandora," her mother corrected her.
    "But she said..."
    "Who's your surgeon? Ours was okay, but these are as big as he'd give us." The tall twin pouted.
    "Yours are three times as big as ours," said the short one.
    "I know," said Pandora without malice. "I'm still growing, too. That's why we came back." She held up her abandoned Junior Goddess. "This is a triple R-cup, and it fitted okay this morning, but we only went round the shops and it got tight. It's miles too small, isn't it?" She held one cup against her right tit. It was indeed miles too small.
    "She's fucking gigantic," gaped the short one. "Are you her mum?"
    "Yes," Mrs Smith retorted coldly.
    "Well, she don't take after you. How'd she get them up to that size? What is she, sixteen?"
    "No."
    "I'm eleven," Pandora chirped. "Maybe that's why I'm getting so huge!"
    "They can't be natural!" The tall one shook her head in denial.
    "What's natural mean?" Pandora looked worried. "They're not unnatural, are they?"
    "She means going to a doctor and having your breasts enlarged," Gerard explained.
    "Can you do that?" Pandora gasped in disbelief. She approached the short twin and touched her resilient breast. "Wow! Did you get yours made bigger? By a doctor? With a knife?" Pandora explored further. "Wow, it's hard!" She rapped on it with a knuckle.
    "They're very firm," said the stripper defensively.
    "And you've had them made bigger?"
    "Yeah."
    "Wow! They can't have very big before, can they? Why didn't you have them made a decent size while the doctor was cutting you open with a knife?"
    "These are the biggest you can get," the tall girl said. "I'm forty-three inches, and my sister's forty-one..."    "We're billed as the Mighty Jelly-Babies, 60-18-34."
    "Sixty?" Pandora was mightily impressed. "I was only forty-seven and a half this morning, but I bet I'm nearly fifty by now. I was forty-one and a half yesterday morning." She tapped her fingers against the shorter twin again. "That's bigger than you, isn't it?"
    "At least I haven't got a huge bum," the girl said ungraciously.
    "Never mind," said Pandora. "You could start saving up and get the doctor to make yours bigger and sexier." To demonstrate how big and sexy a bum could be, she wiggled across the room, to the dismay of the exotic dancers. She stopped and turned round. "How big's your waist, anyway?"
    "Twenty-three," the short girl said with a hint of pride.
    "Hmmm. Mine's twenty-two. Most of the time, anyway. If I drink too much milk, it gets bigger. But it doesn't matter, 'cos my tits are so monstrous, nobody notices my waist getting so huge. I wonder if drinking milk makes them bigger, too," she mused, while the twins stared blankly at her. "I drink quite a lot of milk. My friend Sian's, mostly, although Tina's is nice..."
    "Pandora!"
    "Yes, Mummy?"
    "Stop it!"
    "But I'm only telling the ladies about..."
    "The ladies don't want to know."
    "We'd better go," said the tall twin.
    "Yeah," said the short one. "We'll take these bras, Geri, babes; they both fit okay."
    Gerard scribbled in his notebook. "That's the 34G for you, and the 36G for Janine? Shall I wrap them up, or...?"
    "No, we'll wear them now." The tall twin was pulling on a sweater while her improbable sister was halfway out of the door.
    "Thanks, Gerard!"
    "They've gone," said Pandora. "I hadn't finished telling them about milk..."
    "Pandora!"

"Hello? Mum's in the bathroom at the moment, this is Pandora speaking, how can I help you?"
    "Pandora? It's Betsy."
    "Betsy! Hi! How's it going?"
    "It's shitty. The teachers are horrible and the girls all call me names 'cos I've got big tits. Where's Mum?"
    "I told you. In the bog. We just got back from shopping. I got a new bra."
    "Ask her to come to the phone. I don't like it here."
    "How big are the other girls' tits, Bets?"
    "What do you want to know that for? Just ordinary sized..."
    "Are you biggest, then?"
    "Stop talking about tits, Pandora!"
    "I've got a new bra. That's three in two days!"
    "I don't want to know about ... how many?"
    "How many what, Bets?"
    "How many bras did you say Mum had bought you?"
    "Three. But she hasn't bought them all. Gerard gave us our money back for two, even the one that split. My new one's huge! I had a size triple-R this morning and I grew out of it by lunchtime..."
    "Pandora! Stop telling stupid stories. I want to talk to Mum."
    "She's got a headache. She's lying down. Hey, Bets! You know I was 36-22-36 when you went away?"
    "Pandora, please!"
    "Well, yesterday morning I got measured and I was 41½-22-39! Thirty-nine! My bum's huge, too. That is good, isn't it? Some things are better when they're bigger, like tits, but some people don't seem to be too sure about bottoms."
    "Pan..."
    "That's bottoms, like bums, I mean. Not front bottoms. Although my front bottom's pretty big, too, come to think..."
    "Pand..."
    "Anyway, I was wearing one of Tee's bras, but then I got my own new one. Sian came with us in the car and she was so big it's taking three days for Gerard to make her new bra. Anyway,mine was a 30J or K or something, but last night I woke up and..."
    "Pandor..."
    "I went into Tina's room and she was big when her milk came in, but I was three inches bigger than I'd been that morning. And this morning when I got up I was so big Mum took me straight back to Gerard's again and he said I needed a 32-PPP. But when we tried that on me, I was so huge I was busting out of it all over the place and he gave me another one and that was as 32-RRR..."
    "Pandora. There's no such thing as a triple-R cup bra. Stop making up stupid stories!"
    "There is. It's a Junior Princess or something. Anyway, I wore that one and we went shopping for some new panties and blouses, 'cos of my old ones being so much too small now, and that new bra was was getting so tight I could hardly breathe, so Mum took me back to Gerard's and there were two twins there, one ever so tall and one the same as me only their tits were tiny compared to mine and they didn't have big bums either, and they were dancers. I don't know how they can dance with big boobs, even only little ones as big as theirs. It must hurt. It hurts when I try to run now, I'm so huge..."
    "Pandora. I'm telling Mum next time I call that you've been telling silly lies. I'm putting the phone down..."
    "Anyway, they went and Gerard measured me again and I can't wear a Junior Duchess any more, 'cos I'm too big..."
    "Good-bye. Too big?"
    "Yeah. He measured me again and I was fifty-one and a half! Junior Priestesses only go up to a RRR-cup, 'cos they're made in China. I need a 32T now."
    "Are you ... do you ... you're really that big?"
    "Of course, Bets. If this phone had TV, you'd be able to see. They're right out to here! I wish phones had TV, so I could..."
    "You've got a fifty-one inch bust?"
    "And a half. Nearly fifty-two."
    "That's eight inches bigger than me. My bra's only a 34J."
    "I'm a T-cup now. Although I bet my cups would hold loads of tea if you tried filling them up. Or milk. But I haven't got milk. If I had, I'd be even bigger still. Anyway, I'm bigger than Tina now, and bigger than Zara, and bigger than you, so I'm the biggest in the family, and I'm still only eleven. I could be the second biggest girl in the world before I leave school."
    "Second biggest?"
    "Sian's are seventy-ones. She's bigger than Keri and Eirlys and Angharad, and I'll be bigger than them soon. I'm probably as big as Eirlys now, and Keri doesn't matter 'cos she's ancient."
    "She's only the same age as me."
    "Yeah, that's what I mean. Still, I can't stand here talking to you all day. You going to call again?"
    "Where's Mum?"
    "I already told you. See ya later, Bets."

"I just spoke to my sister," said Pandora proudly.
    Sian wrinkled her nose. "I speak to my sisters all the time. It ain't no big deal."
    "No, on the phone. Betsy called to speak to Mum, but I spoke to her instead."
    "Was she mad?"
    "No," said Pandora, puzzled. "She's at school, not one of those special places mad people go to."
    "What are you talking about? You're really weird sometimes, Panda. Was Betsy angry 'cos you spoke to her instead of your Mam?"
    "Of course not! I told her all about my new bra, and how I grew out of two brand new ones, and how one only lasted half the morning before it was too small..."
    "You sure you 'aven't got milk?"
    "Yeah, have a suck if you like." Ever helpful, Pandora hauled her right breast out into the daylight.
    Sian examined it with interest, stroking its satisfying girth before holding it firmly in both hands and applying her mouth to the end. She sucked hard, going cross-eyed in the process.
    "Ow! What are you trying to do?"
    "Suck the milk out."
    "You'll suck the insides out. There isn't any milk. If there was, I'd be even bigger."
    "They are pretty big, Panda," Sian admitted. "Especially for only eleven. Just think how big you'll be if you carry on growing at this rate. Nearly sixteen inches since the weekend!"
    "You grew a lot as well, remember."
    Sian bit her lip and lowered her eyes. "Not as fast as you. And mine's mostly milk. You've grown huge tits with no milk at all, and you're still growing. Mine have stopped. Nearly, anyway."
    "Stopped?" Pandora asked with interest. "Am I catching you up, then?"
    "Wow, yeah. You know how I was seventy-one inches when I got measured for my bra?"
    "Yeah."
    "That was when I was really full of milk. I bet I'm no more than sixty-something empty. You'll be bigger than me by the end of this week." Sian was rubbing her crotch vigorously with the heel of one hand.
    Pandora blushed bright red and touched herself through her shorts. This talk was having as much effect on her as it was on Sian herself. Then she felt a chill descend on her. "I daren't grow any more. Mum will go ape-shit!"
    "She won't! It's not your fault you're getting ten inches bigger every day, is it?"
    This was a truly appalling figure. "I'm not, am I?"
    "You're ten inches bigger than yesterday morning."
    "Yeah, but it's afternoon now. I was only six inches bigger this morning."
    "Wait 'til tomorrow morning, then and see how big you are then. If you're up to fifty-three and a half, that will be six inches a day. Six inches a day isn't bad, Panda! You'll still be bigger than me by Sunday. Imagine the two of us walking into class next Monday morning!"
    Pandora tried. The thought of even being able to walk into class was hard enough to get her head round. Would she be able to walk at all? "What's it like, Sian? Trying to walk with those things?"
    "Just the same as walking with yours, only mine are about twice as big. And mine aren't seventy-one inches all the time. I bet they're only sixty-six or so now."
    "Do you want to find out?" Pandora whispered.
    "'F'you like. Don't squeeze them too much, though, in case I start milking." Obligingly, Sian peeled off her sweatshirt and stood placidly waiting for her friend to measure her. "What are you waiting for?" she asked after a few minutes.
    "The tape measure."
    "Haven't you got one?"
    "I don't carry it with me the whole time."
    "It's in the top drawer. Hurry up, these things are heavy standing up, especially with no bra on."
    "How do we do it? Do I have to start with the tape right up here?" She touched Sian in between her shoulder blades. "Then put it all the way round you, right down to here?" She looked up into her friend's eyes from her position down on her hands and knees.
    "I don't see why not," said Sian.
    "That will be miles round! Why can't we put them on a table?"
    "It's just the same!"
    "It can't be."
    "We can't get them on to a table, anyway," Sian pointed out. "It took four of us to do it at Gerard's place. Besides, we haven't got a table in here."
    "There's one downstairs. Or in the garden. It's a nice low table out there. Let's do it in the garden!" She hung the tape round her neck and grabbed her friend's hand.
    Together, they plodded slowly downstairs and out into the back garden, blinking at the light.
    "Hi, girls," laughed Mrs Jones. "Doin' some sunbathing, are we?"
    "Pandora's measuring my bust."
    "You kids are obsessed with your busts! My, yours look nice, Pandora. Still growing, are they?"
    "She's growing six inches a day," said Sian.
    "Wow!" Mrs Jones stood up and stretched, barely noticing when one fat breast flopped out of her bikini. "I'll leave you to it, then. I'm starving. You kids fancy some rice pudding? We've got loads left over, real creamy it is."
    "Yes, please," said Pandora, remembering how hungry she was.
    "I'll fetch it out for you. Get on and measure Sian, before she starts milking."
    "Shall I put them on the table?" said Sian. "It's low enough to get them on there, then I can kneel down, okay?" She hung her bosom over the table top, then slowly lowered herself down and backwards. "It feels funny," she giggled. "And the table's cold. Hurry up!"
    Pandora busied herself with the tape, encircling Sian with some difficulty. Mrs Jones had reappeared with a tray.
    "That table's not all that strong, you two. It's only plastic. If you break it, you'll have to explain to your Dad what you were doing. How big are they, anyway?"
    "Sixty-six," said Pandora breathlessly.
    "Is that all?" Mrs Jones looked worried. "I hope that new bra's not going to be too big when it finally comes."
    Sian stood up, her breasts peeling themselves free of the table last of all. "I told you they were smaller," she said.
    "Stop touching your front bottom, Sian, dear. Your shorts are all grubby fingermarks down there and it looks terrible."
    "It don't show, Mam," Sian pointed out. "My boobs hang down way past my pussy."
    "Sian, please! The neighbours will hear you." She set down the tray, containing two dishes piled high with rice pudding and a pint mug of milk for Pandora. "If you want any more milk, Pandora, just shout. We've got so much in the fridge we might have to throw some away."
    Pandora had already drunk half of it. She belched gratefully. "Thanks, Mrs Jones." She drank the other half and handed the glass back.
    "I never knew a girl drink milk like you! Carry on with your pudding and I'll get you some more."

End of Chapter 9