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 BIG FEATURE AT ST CAT'S

   by Some Sort of Dog





   WARNING: This warning is slightly different every time, but it always
says more or less the same thing.  This story features schoolgirls with
large breasts.  If you don't want to read about such things, you know what
to do.  If you are a minor, wherever you live, read no further.  It is
probably against the law for you to read this material.

   Although our young heroines are no more pure and virginal than any other
human beings in their position, they are not depicted here as having sexual
relations with adults.  Such a prospect, indeed, would fill them with
horror and disgust.  The story is a fantasy.  Some fantastic things may
well happen, but NOBODY gets raped, killed, or explodes.  You want that,
there's plenty of such crudity available elsewhere.  Go find it.



   This story would not have been possible without the valued assistance,
advice and collaboration of Ms Corinne Meadowlark, a very special lady.









   BIG FEATURE AT ST CAT'S

   by Some Sort of Dog









   Part XII









   Chapter 34:- The Girl From Devizes



   "How are they, Cee?"

   "A bit full.  This new bra's been adjusting itself all morning.  And I
wanted you, Shan!  I wanted to talk to you ever since you went off to the
lab at nine."

   "And I wanted you, too.  My nipples have been sore all morning."

   "You should see them, Shannie," she said, peering at them.

   "Don't start that again.  You know I can't see them!"

   "They're sticking out even through your bra and sweater.  Bigger than
ever.  Can't we go back to the bedroom and look at each other for a while.
I want to look at you, Shannie!"

   "All the girls are looking at us, Cee," I said out of the corner of my
mouth.  I grinned stupidly round the restaurant at the girls who were
staring at us.  They stared right back, stony-faced.

   Corinne reluctantly took her face out of my lap and went back to her
seat on the other side of the table.  I stood up and wriggled my skirt back
up over my hips.  Gosh, it was tight.  Surely I wasn't getting even bigger.

   "You're getting even bigger, Shan," Corinne confirmed.

   "Thank you, dearest heart!  You are most kind."

   "How did it go with Thingie.  Amelia?"

   "One of her breasts wasn't big enough," I said.  Which one was it,
again?"

   "Her right one was too big."

   "So what you're saying is that her left one was too small.  Shona rubbed
the cream into the right one."

   "Good.  She's a sensible girl."

   "No, that was the wrong one."

   Corinne ran a hand over her face.  "But you said it was right.  I saw
Shona on her way to the lab with her barrow this morning.  She ran over my
foot, in fact.  She said she'd made some special stuff to rub on to Amelia
that would make her right breast smaller.  I said I wouldn't mind some of
that on both of mine.  Funny, I don't think she really believed me."

   "*She* didn't believe you?  *I* don't believe you."

   "You think I *enjoy* being this size?"

   "You mean you don't?" I was absolutely horrified.  The thought that
anyone could *not* want gigantic breasts filled me with dread.  Especially
Corinne!

   "Well, not all the time.  It's great when we're together.  In bed, in
the shower, all wet and soapy ..."

   Corinne was getting moist again.  So was I.

   "Come on," I said.  "We just need to get through the afternoon, then it
will be bedtime.  The simple life."

   Corinne clung to my arm as we sashayed out of the restaurant.  I don't
know what that word means, but I'm sure that's what we were doing.  Two
hundred pairs of eyes followed us, and I'm sure not all of them were
focused on my fat bottom.



   **********

   The afternoon really dragged.  I kept looking at my watch, convinced it
was going backwards.  If it was going backwards, it was going so slowly
that I couldn't see the hands moving even when I really concentrated hard
and stared at it for several minutes.

   "Excuse me, Miss!"

   I came back to the land of the living.  "Yes, Toria?"

   "Are you going to bother to teach us anything, Miss, or can we all go
and do something more interesting?  You've been gazing at your watch for
the last ten minutes."

   I sat and stared at her, and to my horror found tears streaming down my
cheeks.

   Victoria got up from her desk and came to the front of the class.  "I'll
send the rest of them off to do something else, Miss," she said quietly. 
"You're too upset to carry on." I heard her clapping for attention, then
she dismissed the class, telling them to go and do general studies in the
common room.  "Now," she said gently.  "What's the matter, Miss?  You can
tell me."

   I couldn't think of anything to say.

   "Have you got a tummy-ache?  A headache?  Is your period late?  Have you
been sick in the mornings?  Your nipples look enormous.  Are you sure
you're not pregnant, Miss?"

   I shook my head.  Tears splashed on my desk.  Victoria came and put her
arm around me.  "Take the rest of the afternoon off.  Go and lie down for a
bit.  Shall I tell Miss Mountains, Miss?"

   "No!" I said hurriedly.

   "Miss Meadowlark, then?" I nodded dumbly, and she smiled.  "Okay.  Off
you go.  I'll find her." I felt her soft lips brush my cheek.  What was
going on round here?  When I looked up, Toria had gone.  Had it all been a
dream?  No, the classroom was empty.  And my watch wasn't going backwards.
It was three o' clock.  I got up, my swollen nipples sore and throbbing,
and moved slowly to the door.

   It was almost dark, drizzling with rain.  I decided to take a short cut
around the side of the main block, beneath the trees.  I had reached the
last five yards, almost under the shelter of the porchway, when a shadowy,
hooded figure sprang out of the shadows and reared up above me.  I screamed
and tried to run, but the ground was slippery and I felt myself falling.

   All these years, wasted.  So young, so much love to give, this young
life snuffed out, like a candle in the wind.  The irony of it was that I
had found a real, warm, affectionate and incredibly large-breasted lover;
only to be murdered almost within screaming distance of our own bedroom.  I
stumbled to the ground and it all went dark.

   "Miss?  You all right?  You fell over."

   The hooded figure loomed over me, a silhouette against the dim light of
the wintry sky.

   "I was waiting for you, Miss." I knew that West Country accent.

   "Amelia?"

   "Oh, Miss.  You're all right.  I thought you might have lost your memory
when you fell down.  Can you walk?  Steady?"

   She helped me to my feet.  I was staggering a bit, but Amelia was strong
enough to support me.

   "Come on, up the stairs."

   I opened the bedroom door and we went in.  Amelia stood just inside the
door, shrouded in a blanket.  She pointed to it with a rueful grin.  "I had
to wear this.  It makes me look a bit strange, Miss."

   "What's the matter?" But I'd already guessed.  She slipped the blanket
off and dropped it on the floor.  I'd guessed the nature of Amelia's
problem, but not the extent of it.  Her right breast was vast.  Her left
one was still a mere J-cup.  "Oh, dear.  Amelia!  Shona got the wrong
boob."

   "No, it was the right one.  It was the chemical that didn't work
properly."

   "It looks as if it worked just fine," I said, indignantly.

   "But it's three times as big as this morning, not smaller."

   "We can't make boobs smaller!  Who ever heard of such a ridiculous
idea?"

   Amelia looked as if she didn't really understand.  "But what are we
going to do?  I can't walk around like this."

   "That's simple enough.  We'll just make the left one bigger to match. 
It won't take long.  If we do it tonight, you'll be nice and symmetrical by
morning.  We can hide you in the bedroom next door.  There's a bed in
there. You'll need your security blanket, but it's not a bad little bed. 
Look, I'll call the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group, and we'll get you
equalised."

   "But, Miss!  You can't make my left one as big as this other one.  I'll
be gigantic."

   "You'll be gargantuan, actually, Amelia, but at least you'll be
symmetrical.  Symmetry is a girl's best friend.  Men tend to steer clear of
asymmetrical girls." I was rambling and we both knew it.  I picked up the
phone and called Miss Labia.  She promised to send a message and get the
First Form Sexual Chemistry Group up here with the tub of cream urgently.

   "There," I said.  "All under control."

   The door opened suddenly and slammed back on its hinges.

   "Shan?  Shan!  Are you all right?  Toria said you'd had an attack of
pregnancy or something!" She flung her arms around me and we hugged for
several minutes.  Then over my shoulder, she spotted Amelia.  "What the
bloody shit happened to *her*?" she gasped.

   "They got the wrong boobie, the stupid cows!"

   "No, Miss, this is the right ..."

   "Let's not go through that again!" I turned to Corinne again.  "The
First Form Sexual Chemistry Group are coming over with some more of the
boob cream.  They're going to do her left one this time."

   "Wow!"

   "Wow?"

   "Well, I mean.  Are they going to make it as big as the right one? 
Amelia's going to become a major player in the St Cat's Big Bust League."

   "But, Miss, I don't want ..."

   "At least, she'll be symmetrical, Cee.  Being so beautifully symmetrical
yourself, you will appreciate the benefits of that."

   "I suppose so." Corinne didn't sound convinced.  Some women are so
ungrateful to Mother Nature.  There was a knock on the door.  Two knocks,
in fact.  That is, several knocks, but two people knocking.  A sound of
unseemly scuffling came to us as well.

   "Come in," Corinne shouted.  The door opened, and a dishevelled Suzanne
and Pansy burst in.  They jostled each other, giggling and being generally
little-girlish.

   "Hi, Miss," said Suzanne.

   "Lo, Miss Meadowlark," murmured Pansy, blushing deeply.  Ah, I thought,
a sub-teenage crush is making its presence felt.  Suzanne plonked down a
tub on which was scrawled the legend 'TIT CREAM'.  She looked at Amelia and
her eyes goggled.

   "Fuck ME!  Ooops!  Sorry, Miss!"

   "That's all right, Suzanne, under the circumstances, it's
understandable. Now, you girls can see the problem.  Shona did the wrong
tittie."

   "No, Miss ..."

   "It's all right, Amelia.  We only need one briefing.  Too much
conflicting information will only confuse Suzanne and Pansy.  Now, you
three, would you like to go and do this in the next room.  Through that
kitchen, there.  It's a bit cold, but I have turned on the heating."

   The three of them trudged through into my old bedroom and closed the
door.  I had a sudden thought.  Opening the door, I shouted to them a last
minute instruction.  "And make sure you do the right one this time!"

   "Are you feeling better, darling?" Corinne placed a cool hand on my
brow. "What was the matter?  Was it pregnancy?  Was Toria right?"

   "I don't think so.  I haven't missed a period since I don't know when.
Maybe Toria misread the symptoms.  I just came over all weepy in class.  I
wanted you."

   Corinne's arms were around me, tightly.  One of her Number One Hugs. 
"Ouch!  My nipples are sore."

   "I never touched them," she said.  "Not right down there."

   "No, your knee bumped one of them."

   "I think we'd better have a look at those things.  Get them out!"

   I fumbled with my buttons and unveiled everything.  It took some time to
get my bra undone, I was so tender.  At last, Corinne carefully removed the
bra and laid it on the bed.

   "Oh, Shan," she said, "they're terribly swollen!  Here." She took an
areola in her cool hand, held it softly.  "Does that feel better?"

   "Yesssss.  Hold my other one."

   "Like this?"

   "Yes, Cee.  Are they really swollen badly?"

   "About twice as big as they were this morning.  They must be about
D-cups on their own!"

   No wonder my bra was uncomfortable.  "What should I do?  Should I take
them to see the doctor?"

   "No, I shouldn't think that's necessary.  Just pop them in the post."

   That's one of the nice things about Corinne, she has such a
hugely-developed sense of humour.



   **********

   "But you heard what Miss Gruntworthy said, Pan.  Make sure you do the
*right* one."

   "But it was the *left* that was too small, and we've done that."

   Amelia's left breast, the dinky little J-cup sized one, gleamed faintly
with the cream which Suzanne had rubbed in with the vigour she brought to
all her undertakings.

   "You've done the wrong one ..." Amelia started to complain for the
umpteenth time.  The First Form Sexual Chemistry Group ignored her
protests.

   "I think she meant we have to do the left one, like she said, then do
the right one as well."

   "But Suze!  The right one's enormous already.  Why make it even bigger?"

   "We only obey orders, Pansy!"

   "Oh, I wish Miss Meadowlark was here to help us," Pansy said, blushing
at the mention of her beloved's name.

   "Yeah, I bet you do.  Are you in love with her or something?"

   "NO!"

   "I knew you were.  Anyway, give me that tub.  I'm going to do her right
one as well.  Then we can get back to the common room.  I can watch telly
and you can wank yourself silly over Old Titlark."

   "I wish you wouldn't call her that, Suzanne." Pansy stopped speaking,
fascinated and horrified, as a huge glop of cream landed on Amelia's right
breast.  Suzanne began rubbing it in, evidently enjoying herself.  "That's
too much!  Suze, there's enough there for ten girls!"

   "Well, it's a big tit.  It stands to reason it will take more cream than
a small one.  There." She patted Amelia's right breast then stood back and
admired her handiwork.  "All done, Amelia!"

   Amelia began to cry.

   Embarrassed by the sight of a Senior girl weeping in their midst, the
Juniors picked up the tub and took their leave.



   **********

   "All done, Miss," announced Suzanne.

   "Good, well done, girls.  I think that will be all.  See you tomorrow.
Enjoy your evening."

   Pansy stopped at the door, reluctant to leave.  "Miss Meadowlark," she
said quietly.

   Corinne seemed to know.  "Yes, Pansy," she said with a little smile.

   "Oooh, nothing, Miss." Pansy brightened visibly.  "Thank you, Miss!"

   The door closed behind them.  Corinne blew out her cheeks.  "Does that
happen often?  Do girls fall in love with *you*, too?"

   "All the time, Cee.  You handled it just right."

   "But all I did was say her name?"

   "That's all it takes, Cee.  They're easily pleased.  She'll cry herself
to sleep tonight, with three fingers inside her sopping love-tunnel."

   "Three?"

   "The number is probably immaterial, Cee.  You're right, as usual.  But
there was something you promised earlier." It was my turn to blush.  "May I
measure your bust, now, please?"









   Chapter 35:- Shaping Up Nicely



   "You look even bigger this morning, Cee!"

   "You're not measuring them again.  You know what it led to last night.
We can't keep changing the sheets like this every day.  God knows what
Amelia thought!"

   I clapped a hand to my mouth.  "I forgot she was in there.  She's so
quiet.  You should have reminded me."

   "What, tell you to keep quiet while you're making love?  Come on,
Shannie, get real!"

   "I suppose so," I sighed.  "You weren't exactly the soul of discretion
yourself, though, from what I remember.  Did you, or did you not, at one
stage, shout the words - and I quote: 'Oh, Chauntaille, I wish you could
nipple-fuck me in three holes at once instead of just two'."

   "I may have done," Corinne said guardedly.  "Should we wake her up, do
you think?  She'll have had a disturbed night."

   "We'd better.  She'll be wanting her breakfast."

   I watched Corinne clamber out of bed and wiggle heavily to the kitchen
door.  From behind, her breasts were easily visible on each side of her
body.  The tape measure had given a measurement of ninety-one inches last
night, using Corinne' method of laying them on the top of the desk.  She
said the St Cat's table-top method was too painful for her, at least, for
the time being.

   Each of those mighty whoppers was now as wide as her waist.  No, wrong!
Each one protruded to the side as far as the width of her waist.  Does that
make sense?  It made a lot of sense to me as I saw her disappear next door
with a cheeky little grin over her shoulder.

   "Shan!" She had reappeared, an anxious expression on her face.  "You'd
better come and have a look at Amelia." She withdrew her head, and filled
with foreboding, I struggled out of bed and stood up.  My D-cup nipples
felt incredibly sensitive this morning, even when they brushed lightly
against the bed or the furniture.  IThey bounced off the door, then the
ironing table, and finally the door of my old room.

   Amelia was sitting up in bed, unable to believe what her own eyes were
showing her.  Corinne stood with a horrified expression, looking at me. 
"What can we do?" she whispered.

   Good question, Cee, I thought.

   Amelia's left breast had filled out nicely.  Perhaps a further small
application of cream would be required to bring it up to the size we had
envisaged.  That was the good news.

   The less good news was that the right one had doubled in size from it's
already wholly inconvenient girth of the previous evening.  It was now
taut, rigid and spherical.  It quivered only slightly when I jabbed it with
a finger.  Amelia grunted and began to cry again.  She was such a cry-baby.
On this occasion, though, I did feel a little sympathy for her.  It was
clearly only the fact that the skin of her right breast had said 'enough'
and refused to swell any further that prevented Amelia from reaching an
even more outrageous size.  Maybe in time it would relent and enter into
negotiations.

   Meanwhile, Amanda's left breast was perhaps sixteen inches in diameter.
Her right one was two feet!  I closed my eyes.  When I opened them again,
the situation was unchanged.

   "We'd better get her out of bed, I suppose," I said.

   "What for?  She'll never be able to stand up with those things."

   "She'll have to learn to stand up some time.  She can't lie there for
the rest of her life.  Come on, you take her other hand."

   Together, we got Amelia in a sitting position on the edge of the bed,
then, with her breasts bumping on her knees, we tried to get her to stand
up.  It didn't work!  Her right breast was squashed between her chest and
her thigh, and nothing we could do would allow her to straighten her body.
I tried pulling her breast out of the way, but it was so full and rigid, it
wouldn't move far enough, and Amelia cried so piteously we had to call a
halt and lower her to the bed again.

   "Let's try rolling her on to her side," Corinne suggested.  An
entertaining five minutes followed, with all three of us rolling on the
narrow bed.  At one stage, I became aware of Corinne's fingers exploring my
most private area, and I was sorely tempted to give her a good licking out,
but I decided, after due consideration, that this was not the time,
although it was probably as good a place as any.

   That was when I realised that Corinne and I were alone on the bed.  We
peered over the edge, and saw Amelia on her hands and knees.  She was
leaning against the bed with her left side because of the list to port
caused by the greater size of her right boob, which was big enough to
prevent her getting her right hand down on to the floor.  So, hands and
knees wasn't quite the right term.  It was hand, knees and one breast.  Not
that the terminology mattered.

   "I think we've got her, Cee!" I scrambled down to Amelia's side, and
hauled her legs out straight behind her.  She squealed in fright and began
whimpering.  She was now lying on her front at an angle of around ten
degrees from the horizontal, balanced on her vast tits.  "Hold still,
Amelia, don't bend in the middle," I told her, and between us, Corinne and
I managed to raise the poor girl to the vertical position, where she stood,
defying gravity and belief.

   Already, I saw, her right breast had decided that it couldn't carry out
a single-breasted campaign against the forces of nature for ever, and had
slumped into a sort of pear shape which I found actually quite attractive
once you got used to it.  Her left breast had fewer problems.  It had
settled with its nipple just below the level of Amelia's crotch, and was
jiggling gently to itself, awaiting instructions.

   The right one had already reached mid-thigh level and was on its way
past her knee.  It was beginning to look more like a breast and less like a
weather balloon.

   "That's much better, Amelia.  No, don't try and walk just yet!"

   "I wasn't, Miss.  I was only trying to breathe."

   "I think you can probably let nature take care of that, Amelia, dear. 
You just concentrate on staying on your feet."

   And, to her eternal credit, she did.  She even began to enjoy standing
up after a while, and gave little giggles whenever she lost her balance and
tottered a few steps, usually forwards.  She only fell over a couple of
times, and she soon learned her lesson about that.  Not that she had very
far to fall, but it must have hurt her a little bit.

   "Can you keep her balanced there, Cee?  I'll go and get dressed and
fetch help."

   "What?  How long will you be?  I can't stand here much longer, I badly
need a piss.  Very badly." She considered her internal workings for a while
and a haunted expression crossed her lovely face.  "And probably something
a bit more serious, too.  Five minutes, max, okay?"

   "I'll do my best," I promised, coming back into the room and struggling
into my bra.  "Ouch!"

   "Where are you going, anyway?"

   "Jeremy first.  We've got to get the doorway widened.  We'll never get
her out through there.  Then the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group."

   "What for!"

   "To get her left one up to the size of the right!  She looks simply
dreadful like this." I buttoned my blouse.  "Okay, babes, see you in a
little while."



   **********

   I did become unfortunately detained, but not for long.  Jeremy's shed
was in darkness, but his Jaguar was outside, so I took a look in the
sleeping area and found him still in bed.  He was not alone.  In fact, he
had the company of two of the Sixth Form girls I vaguely recognised, one
who was over six feet tall, the other well under five feet.  Both were
phenomenally beautiful and equipped with staggeringly overdeveloped
breasts.

   They sportingly made room for me in the bed and I snuggled up to Jeremy
while I explained the situation.  Of course, he wanted me to describe
Amelia's development in intimate detail, which I did, although it was a
little off-putting to find that he was giving the smaller girl a hearty
pumping as I completed my description.

   "It's all right," he panted, "I'm still listening!" So was the taller
girl, who seemed to become quite excited at the thought, and showed the
fact by rubbing herself on my leg like a randy dog.  I had to help her to a
climax or two, which took no more than seven minutes.

   So I was back in the bedroom without too much delay, and found Corinne
going practically ape-shit.  "It's all right," I told her graciously, you
can have your piss now.

   "It's too late for that!  It's touch and go whether I'll make it to the
bogs in time for the other." And she shot out of the room, still naked, and
bumped heavily into Suzanne and Pansy.  Especially Pansy, who wet herself
copiously and had to go and lie down to get over it.

   Ungrateful wretch that she was, Amelia cried the whole time Suzanne was
plastering the boob cream on to her left breast, but the First Former did
her usual competent job and put the lid back on the tub.

   "There's still plenty left, Miss.  Have you got anyone else who needs
doing?"

   "I'll have a think about it, Suze.  Don't throw it away.  We might need
to give Amelia a bit more."

   A fresh chorus of howls came from Amelia, so I put a chair next to her
and let her hold on to that.

   "Come on, Suzanne." I had to jerk my thumb in the direction of the door
before she understood, Amelia was making so much noise.

   "You can't hear yourself think in there, Suze!  Now what was it you were
trying to tell me?"

   "I was going to ask if you thought Amelia might want to go to the loo at
all?"

   "God no, she'll be all right.  It's only ten o' clock.  Jeremy will have
her out of there by this afternoon."



   **********

   It was quite successful.  The First Form Sexual Chemistry Group had
really done a tremendous job on the boob cream.  It was now almost
consistent and repeatable in operation.

   Amelia's left breast had become only slightly bigger than the right, six
inches or so bigger in diameter, but by the time we had given the other one
a quick dose, and a few more minor applications here and there, Amelia was
beautifully symmetrical by the end of the week.

   Of course, it was inconvenient that Jeremy couldn't make the door wide
enough to get her out of my old bedroom, and we had to have the builders in
to take down half the wall, but we managed to get hold of a portable
toilet, and we fed her on sandwiches and stuff, so I'm sure Amelia was
quite happy in there.  I bet she was so happy, that it was a disappointment
for her when she finally emerged, after no more than eight days in
captivity, with her breasts - now magnificently shaped and with a soft and
yielding consistency - swaying around her ankles.

   "Thank you, Miss," she said when we let her out.  There were tears of
gratitude in her eyes.  I suppose they were gratitude.  Not many girls get
the opportunity to become as hugely developed as Amelia.

   As we watched from the window at Amelia weaving her wheelbarrow across
the quad, Corinne softly stroked my pubic hair and said, "she looks
wonderful, doesn't she?  I was wrong to doubt you.  Symmetry is so
important."

   "Where's she going?"

   Amelia was steering an approximate course for the school gates.

   "She'll get used to her barrow soon.  It can't be easy, making it go
where you want.  Do you think it's really big enough for her?"

   "Probably a bit on the small side.  Maybe we can get her a bigger one."
I stroked the side of her breast.  "You'd better start getting some
wheelbarrow practice yourself, Cee, the way you're growing!"

   She didn't answer.  She looked a bit apprehensive.



   **********

   "There, try that, Miss Gruntwurvy.  It ought to be okay now."

   "Oooh, thanks, Clit!  It looks a bit strange." I dangled myself into the
curiously shaped bra cups.  The now enormous swollen areolae fitted into
the specially shaped ends of the modified ScatBra.  It felt marvellous. 
"That's lovely.  It makes all the difference."

   "I don't like them," Flaps said sourly.  "They look stupid sticking out
like that."

   "She can't help the shape of her tits, you daft cow.  Look at them.  I
fink they look quite erotic.  I'm gettin' wet just lookin' at them!"

   "Are you really?" I looked at my watch.  "I could manage half an hour
..."

   "Sorry, Miss," Clit sounded genuinely regretful.  "We're rushed off our
feet wiv new orders for export.  Whole bunch of girls in the States have
discovered ScatBras.  Any uvver time, I'd have sucked your clitty and
fingered your twat 'til you creamed yourself, you know that!"

   I knew that.  I missed Clit's forthright language almost as much as her
prehensile tongue.  With a sigh, I loaded everything into my blouse again
and examined myself in the mirror.  The ends stuck out like halved rugby
balls on the ends of my breasts.  It did look a bit strange, I had to
admit. At least, I didn't have to look at them.  "Well, thanks for
everything.  I'll bring my other bras down for alteration tomorrow, if
that's all right?"

   Their voices were raised in furious argument again as soon as I left. 
In another ten minutes, they would be lapping contentedly at each other's
love fountains.  The rejection had left me feeling horny as a goat, though,
and I seriously began to doubt if I could make it back to the bedroom
before I wasted a perfectly good orgasm out here in the open air.  Jeremy?
It was worth a try.

   "Twice in a week, Shan?  I can fit you in if you'll settle for a
quickie." He showed me through into the bedroom, shoo-ing a flock of
scantily-clad Second Form girls out of the door.  I hated to think what he
had been doing with those.

   "They are the Junior Handicrafts class," he explained.

   "Why are they dressed like that?" The girls had been wearing nothing but
panties, pulled right up into the cracks of their bottoms, and what
appeared to be stockings with suspenders and high heels.  "We do try to
discourage the younger girls from wearing heels, Jeremy."

   "I know, but they insisted, and I hadn't the heart to refuse once they
started whining the way they do, rubbing themselves against me and pawing
at my bare chest with their little chewed fingernails."

   "No, I don't suppose you did.  Handicrafts?  What are they doing in here
with you, anyway?"

   "I'm not sure.  It was Moggie's idea, so I just went along with it. 
They're pretty, though, and fun to have around the place.  And they're not
so smelly as cats." He found an abandoned pair of frilly knickers and
sniffed them automatically.  "Well, perhaps they are, come to think of it."

   I had my blouse off by this time.  He was staring at my modified bra.

   "Bloody hell, Shan.  What have you got on?"

   "Do you like?  It was necessary, my areolae have got so big and
sticky-out."

   "Say that again, Shan!"

   What, sticky-out?"

   "No, that other word!"

   Unfortunately, by the time I had said 'areolae' thirty times, Jeremy
came liberally and ceased to be of any further service to me.  "You
bastard!" I said, fairly good-naturedly, and gave him a wet kiss.

   "I won't wash it for a week now you've kissed me there, Shan."

   "It tastes as though you haven't washed it for a month already."

   "Sorry." He looked ashamed.  "It's that Junior Handicrafts class!"

   "Jeremy, you haven't been shagging them!"

   "Only a little bit, Shan, honest.  I didn't put it in.  And it only went
a *teeny* way in, anyway - just the very end - and I didn't *move* at all!"

   "You are a disgrace to St Cat's!" I stormed, and flounced out.  The
Junior Handicrafts class watched me go with open curiosity.  Some of them
were filling out nicely.  I was halfway across the quad when I remembered
to go back for my blouse.  I will not attempt to describe what was going on
when I blundered into the shed.  You'd never believe the sheer depravity
these girls were capable of getting up to in less than two minutes.

   Or getting down to.



   **********

   Feeling somewhat jaded, I wandered off in search of something hot and
comforting.  How about Martin and Bob?  It had been pretty quiet on the
film scene for a while.  The Sixth Form common room looked like one of
those abandoned film stages.  Lamps, reflectors, snakes of cable, but not a
living soul.  No Martin, no Bob.  In the next room, I found Pubella sorting
out some dusty power cables.  She wore a pair of thick working gloves,
which made her school uniform look somehow frivolous.

   Her nose and the extremities of her breasts were smeared with dust.  She
looked up at me with thinly-veiled hatred.  "If you're looking for Bob,
they've taken a week off," she said aggressively.

   "Oh.  Why should I be looking for Bob?"

   "You're fucking him, aren't you?"

   "Only once, Pubella!" I felt aggrieved; wrongly accused.

   "Once!"

   "One night.  Fourteen times." I may have allowed a little exaggeration
to creep in, but I felt that Pubella needed to be taught a lesson.  It
seemed to work.  She spoke with a new respect.

   "Was that fourteen times for him, or you, or both?" Her eyes pleaded
with me.

   "About three for him, actually.  Twenty-five for me.  An average of
fourteen." Not far out, in fact.

   "Oh, Miss!" Tears sprang to Pubella's eyes and trickled down through the
dust on her cheeks to splash on the dusty floor like little balls of
mercury.  "Teach me how to have one, please!"

   "Have one what?  An orgasm?"

   She bit her lip.  "Yes.  I know we've done Wanking in class, but ... 
I've always faked it!"

   "You've never ...?" It is a question best left unspoken.  She shook her
head.  Well, you know how these things happen.  Sort of on the spur of the
moment, really.  Not that it was over in a short time.  Pubella took quite
a lot of hard work before she came - most satisfactorily - with a great
deal of screaming and fuss.  She sat up afterwards, her eyes shining.

   "Do you have a cigarette, Miss?"

   "I don't use them, Pubella."

   "No, nor do I, but it seemed right, somehow.  How was it for you, Miss?"
I reminded her that all I had to show for it was a very smelly hand or two.
She looked suitably shame-faced.

   "Is that the best way to do it, Miss?  Do I always have to do exactly
what you did to me?"

   "You will find that the finger up the bum is optional, Pubella, but I
can recommend it as a great help in stubborn cases."

   "Golly!  I think I'll do it every time.  Thank you, Miss.  I'll always
remember what I've learned today." She gave me a warm, soft kiss on my
cheek.  Her mouth was open at the time.  Ww!  I shuddered.  She kissed me
again, intrigued by the apparent cause and effect.  The third time, she hit
the jackpot.

   Within a few minutes, I had recovered almost fully.  "Don't worry,
Pubella," I panted, hoarsely.  "Keep practising, and you'll find *you* can
come without touching yourself as well."

   I made a note to speak sharply to Miss Rhys ap Llewelyn Owen.  Imagine,
a girl in the Sixth Form at St Catherine's High School for Girls, faking
her orgasms for three years, and getting away with it!  If word got out
about this, we would be the laughing stock of the entire education
industry.









   Chapter 36:- Frustration



   Walking slightly uncomfortably, I had reached the foot of the stairs
when I heard Moggie's voice.

   "Ah, Chauntaille!  Everybody's been looking everywhere for you.  Where
have you been?"

   "Getting my bra altered, Miss." I showed her, with a twirl which like
most of my twirls, ended in near disaster.  Moggie caught me just in time,
although she was just too late to prevent a collision.  The major victim, a
Third Form girl, was slammed against a nearby wall.  A number of her
friends gathered round her inert body.

   "It looks nice, Shan.  I love those end bits." She ran a hand across one
of my still tender areolae and I was forced to cling to her, passionately,
but with due care.  "How long did it take them?" she asked through a
mouthful of my lips and tongue.  "Ouch, Shan, darling!  Don't squeeze
Moggie's nipples, sweetheart, there's a love!"

   "Sorry, Miss!  Half an hour.  But I've had a couple of bits of sex since
then."

   "Have you?" She brightened visibly.  "Goody-goody!  Come on, then, whom
have you had?"

   In the background, the group of Third Formers carefully lifted their
classmate's body on to a stretcher and bore it away.  The double doors
closed behind them with an air of doom.

   "Well, Clit and Flaps were too busy with export orders and couldn't fit
me in.  So I tried Jeremy, but he had the Junior Handicrafts class with
him. I was getting my gear off and he came.  Just like that,
spontaneously."

   "Yes.  You do have that effect on people, Shan."

   "Anyway, I kissed him bye-bye, and he tasted of Junior girl."

   "Oh, yuck!"

   "So I stormed out.  And when I went back in because I'd forgotten to get
dressed, you could hardly see Jeremy under this huge pile of Junior
Handicrafts girls."

   "Lovely girls, but terribly oversexed.  Carry on."

   "Is that why you sent them to him?  He didn't seem to know why he had
them or what he was supposed to be doing with them all.  And why are they
dressed like that?  Completely topless.  Frilly lacy knickers disappearing
half-way up their plump little arses.  Stockings and suspender belts. 
Absurdly high heels."

   "They're not allowed heels at their age," Moggie was suitably indignant.
"They'll damage their feet.  I'd better get over there and take a look at
them."

   "Knock before you go in.  They may be doing something rude."

   Moggie raised her eyebrows until they practically disappeared over the
top of her head.  "In that case, I'll definitely go and see them.  What
else did you get up to?"

   "I went to find the film crew.  I was gagging for it by then."

   "Poor Shan.  And they weren't there, of course.  You should have come to
see me.  Where's your Corinne?"

   "Working, unfortunately.  Anyway, the best bit, Pubella was in the film
studio, tidying up, and she was very rude to me about Bob, and I told her
we'd only done it once." Moggies eyebrows disappeared again.  "One night
anyway.  And Bob had come three times to my twenty-five.  That was when
Pubella told me she'd never had an orgasm!"

   "Pubella Stravinsky?  Never ...?  But ...  the girl's nearly seventeen!
What about her Wanking classes?"

   "Faked.  The lot!"

   "That does it.  I'm expelling her straight away.  It's a disgrace.  St
Cat's will be a laughing stock."

   "It would be, Miss, if the press got hold of a story like that.  'Sacked
Schoolgirl Faked It'."

   "I suppose so, yes.  But it's ...  it's simply not good enough. 
Seventeen and never had an orgasm?  It's sick!  Disgusting!"

   "She has now, Miss," I said simply.  "I brought her off.  Two up the
front, one up the back.  Sucking the nipples at the same time, of course.
It took quite some time." I showed Moggie my fingers as pathological
evidence.

   She took a pace back, indicating that she had no real desire to sniff my
fingers as well as look at them.  "Well, it should have worked, that little
lot.  Well done, Chauntaille!  I trust she showed her appreciation in the
usual way?"

   "Yes, Miss," I said, although I had no clear idea what the usual way
was. My usual way of showing appreciation might well not be anyone else's.
In fact, it almost certainly isn't.

   "Where are you going now, then?  Corinne won't be back yet.  You'll be
at a loose end for a while?"

   "I suppose so, yes."

   "Come on up to the office.  We'll have a little meeting.  I want to see
if your pussy is quite as huge as I remembered.  And those nipples, too. 
Do they look as fascinating without the bra as with it?"

   "I don't know, I've never seen them yet.  I can't see them, right down
there.  Everybody says what they look like but nobody really describes them
to me."

   "Darling!  Come on." Flecks of spit and dribble were beginning to run
down her chin and cheeks.  She looked like a warning poster of a dog with
rabies.  "Let me describe them to you.  Just for an hour.  When your
Corinne gets back, you'll be all ready for her, won't you."

   "I'm ready for her now.  I've been ready for her all afternoon." I could
feel my voice beginning to sound hysterical.  The group of Third Formers
with the stretcher case came back through the double doors and headed off
in the opposite direction.  Obviously, they had tried to take the
unconscious girl to the Nursing Sister outside surgery hours.  If they had
only asked me, I could have told them.  Sister entertains medical sales
representatives during the afternoons.  Much of her work involves the
routine destruction testing of contraceptive devices.

   Moggie walked behind me.  Actually, she ran behind me, such was our
urgency.  By the time we arrived at the Headmistress's office, we were
going flat out, and my breasts were flying in all directions.  We burst
through Miss Labia's office, where the secretary was reading a lurid
gentlemen's magazine with her feet up on the desk.  I averted my gaze to
avoid staring at her wetly glistening eponymous parts.

   With Moggie in hot and moist pursuit, we flung our clothes off in the
middle of the floor and we were already locked in feverish embrace when we
realised we were not entirely alone.  Another couple were coupling on top
of the leather-topped desk.

   "Megan!" cried Moggie in disbelief.

   "Corinne!" I screamed.

   If she answered, I never heard it.  I didn't wait for a reply.  I
stumbled out through the door and down the stairs.  Girls scattered from my
path as I lumbered on, blinded by tears of frustration and despair.  I
didn't stop until I arrived in the bedroom, where I threw myself down on
the bed, fully prepared for a comprehensive cry.

   Unfortunately, the bed was already occupied.

   A grunt came from the occupant.

   "What the fuck ...?"

   "Cee?  What are you doing in here?"

   "Oof.  Gerroff.  You're heavy, Shan.  Get off."

   I got off.

   "What are you doing in here?"

   "I live here.  It's my room, remember?  We sleep here.  We cohabit. 
This is our bed.  You squashed me," she complained.  "Why?"

   "I didn't expect to find you in here.  I just saw you over in Moggie's
office.  You were ...  well, no, you probably weren't."

   "Wasn't what, Shan?  Here, have you been crying again?"

   I scrubbed at my eyes with both hands.  "No!"

   "What about?" She watched me for a while, then held her arms out.  The
duvet slipped down her body, revealing several square feet of her breasts.
Perhaps a third of them.  "Come on!" It certainly looked inviting between
those things.  It was, I discovered a few seconds later.  It was warm and
yielding, soft and velvety.  And it smelled of Cee; slightly sleepy, warm
and musky.  "There!" She rocked me gently.  "I don't know what the trouble
is this time, but it's all better now, isn't it."

   "Yes," I mumbled into her cleavage.  And it was.  All better.  Then a
thought came to me.  If it wasn't Corinne in Moggie's office, who was it?
It was certainly a long-haired girl with huge breasts.  Smegs had been on
top, and I had recognised her well-used rear end.  True, her rear end was
concealing the girl's face to a certain extent, but the breasts, squishing
out from beneath Smegs's stomach, were Corinne's without a doubt.  But they
weren't, were they!  She couldn't have got back here before I did and
tucked herself up in bed ready for me to arrive and land on top of her.

   It was round about then that I realised I was still stark naked, having
left all my clothes scattered around Moggie's office.  Wrong, actually.  I
still had my shoes and socks on.  It seemed a good moment to think back
over my brief journey from Moggie's to here and wonder if my nakedness
might have caused undue embarrassment to anyone.  On reflection, I decided
probably not.

   "What are you doing here at this time of day, anyway?" I said.

   "I thought you'd never ask!  I finished my class and looked around for
you, but nobody knew where you were.  So I came back here.  My back ached
and my feet were killing me.  So I thought I'd just maybe warm up the bed,
but I fell asleep.  Then you landed on top of me.  You spoiled a perfectly
good dream.  You were in it, too."

   "I was?  What were we doing?"

   "Shan't tell you!  Well, maybe, just a little bit.  We were ..." she
whispered something hot and noisy in my ear.  It tickled.

   "Corinne!" I was genuinely shocked.  "I didn't even think you knew that
word." I made a mental note to ask somebody else what it meant.

   "I don't know what it means," she admitted.  "I thought you might."

   "As if you think I'd tell you.  It's too disgusting.  Cee!"

   "Yes?" She stroked my hair.

   "Undress me, please.  Take my shoes and socks off." I lay back on the
bed and waited.

   "Shannie, you certainly know how to smooth-talk a girl, don't you?"









   Part XIII









   Chapter 37:- Something Nasty In The Shower



   There was a gentle knock on the door and a voice whispered, "Shan?"

   "Smegs?" Funny how her voice could still do things to my backbone.  I
slipped out of the bed, where Corinne was sprawled, sound asleep and
exhausted, and opened the door.

   "I brought your clothes." She handed me a bundle.  "Look, earlier, in
Moggie's office, were you very upset?"

   I felt my face going scarlet.  "I thought it was ...  well, you know!"

   "I know." Smegs touched the back of my hand lightly.  "Every long-haired
girl you see is her, now, isn't it?"

   "I suppose so," I said, miserably, and placed my bundled clothes on the
dressing table.  Half of them fell off but I was too tired and top heavy to
bother picking them up.

   Surprisingly, Smegs did it for me, placing my skirt on the little pile
and my bra on top of that.

   "Nice job they made of the bra cups.  Are they very sore, your nipples?"

   All I could do was nod.  Smegs almost put her hand out to touch one of
them, but changed her mind.  "Mandy was very upset when you rushed out of
the office."

   "Mandy?"

   "The long-haired girl.  You shouted 'Corinne' and rushed out, and I
jumped up to stop you ..."

   "You did?"

   "Of course.  Anyway, that was when Mandy got upset.  Moggie dragged me
back, or I'd have chased you and brought you back."

   "You would?"

   "Yes." She still had my knickers in her hand after picking them up off
the floor.  She said nothing, but just held them up and looked at me.  I
nodded, and she tucked them away somewhere.  "You're all right for clean
ones?"

   "Corinne fetches them for me.  She's most fastidious about that sort of
thing."

   "I noticed.  It's a pity she wears silk ones.  I'm sure we could get a
tremendous price for hers, they're so subtle.  But I can't get silk
replacements at a reasonable price.  Too risky."

   "Pity.  How did you know?"

   "Know what?"

   "How did you know Corinne's knickers are so subtle?"

   "I don't.  I was just guessing.  I'm right though?"

   "Of course you are." I clutched her arm as she turned to go, and she
looked down at my hand on her sleeve.  For a moment, she touched it,
stopping me from taking it away, then she turned to go.

   "Get back into bed, love.  You're shivering with the cold."

   It wasn't just the cold.



   **********

   Smegs sat with us at breakfast, too.

   "Amelia's new wheelbarrow just arrived.  Jeremy's assembling it."

   "That was quick."

   "I warned them we were going to need quite a large quantity, so they
said they would get a special stock in, especially in the larger sizes. 
Jeremy's putting the padding in for her.  Same as the Countess's but not
velvet.  Something washable, in case she starts giving milk."

   "MILK?"

   "No, nothing yet.  Just a precaution."

   I noticed Corinne looking down at her own breasts.  That look of
apprehension I'd noticed before.  Was it imagination, or was she a bit
fuller this morning?  Surely, we couldn't have been zapped by the First
Form Sexual Chemistry Group, could we?  We hadn't been anywhere near the
boob juice, even the new cream.  Not that close, anyway.

   There was the erogenous zone stuff, but that seemed either to be wearing
off with time, or coming and going.  Last night, when Corinne had finally
consented to suck my toes - she'd made me wash between them first - there
had hardly been any erogenous effect from the sole of my more sensitive
foot.

   So, my thoughts returned to the question of Corinne's still enlarging
bosom.  And my nipples.  Even with the rugby ball bra, which had attracted
considerable attention when I had swayed into the restaurant that morning,
my nipples were really tingling this morning.  It was as bad as when they
had first grown.  Worse, if anything.  Every little touch set them off.  It
was a sick-making sort of feeling.  What was causing it?



   **********

   "She doesn't look very happy, Pan.  Do you think she's pining for you?"

   Pansy blushed and punched her cousin on the arm, setting several dozen
pounds of breast wobbling precariously inside her blouse.  "That's not
funny, Suze.  I wish you wouldn't keep on about it."

   Suzanne suddenly felt sorry for Pansy.  "Sorry, cuz!  She doesn't look
happy, though, does she?  Do you think she needs another go with the
Feel-Good Shampoo?"

   "You could have left the original bottle of Feel-Good in her room.  You
didn't need to swap bottles.  That's what is making her unhappy.  It must
be like withdrawal symptoms."

   "We couldn't leave it in there.  It might have gone off.  It's better
kept in the fridge.  I'll do another swap for a day, make her all happy
again.  Maybe she'll even speak to you, then.  Like that time in her
bedroom, remember?"

   Pansy smiled.  She remembered, and felt moist, just thinking about it.
"Swap it today, Suze!"

   "Just for you, cousin.  I'll do it now!"

   Arm in arm, the two of them left the restaurant.



   **********

   "Do you think Suzanne's wearing a bra?" I asked Corinne.

   "There's a lot of movement in there.  Maybe she's overflowing!"

   "Bloody hell.  And she's all natural.  She could be our first unenhanced
wheelbarrow girl!"

   "A worrying thought.  Did you see Pansy looking at me again?"

   "She's got it bad, Cee!  Perhaps you'd better speak to her next time you
get a chance."

   Corinne went pale.  "I wouldn't know what to say."

   "Anything!  Just her name.  Say hello.  She'll be in ecstasy for hours,
days, afterwards."

   "Mmmm.  Maybe, if that's all she needs.  What's the time?  I want to
wash my hair before the first class.  Coming back to help me?  It's so
long, it needs extra attention ..."

   I was already on my feet, dragging Corinne out of her chair.  "Excuse
us, Smegs!" With indecent haste, we made off.  I happened to glance back at
Smegs, expecting to see her looking after us, but she had already got up
from the table and was talking to a giggling bunch of Sixth Formers.  They
all turned and looked at Corinne and me as we went out the door.  I could
hear them all laughing, probably at something Smegs had said.

   We had plenty of time for a shower together.  This time, we weren't
interrupted.  It was a heavenly experience, with Corinne's inventive
fingers everywhere.  Literally everywhere.  She had me gasping within
seconds.  I was reminded of Pubella the day before.  Corinne achieved the
same result on me, using the same methods, in five seconds.  I must have
been ready.  Corinne needs a bit longer than me as a rule, but after ten
minutes beneath the water spray, she was panting and ready as well.

   We stepped out of the shower and I finished her off with a rough towel.
"Let's go back to the room," she murmured.  "Oooops, nearly forgot the
shampoo!"

   I don't know how it happened, probably just Corinne's centre of gravity
being slightly higher and further forward than she was used to, but she
grabbed for the shampoo bottle and saw it slip from the shelf and skitter
away across the wet floor of the shower tray.  A glob of green fluid oozed
out of the neck.  "Shit!" She bent to pick it up, and lost control of
herself again.  I managed to catch her before she fell down or bumped
herself painfully.  It was while I was still holding her - a couple of
minutes later, in case she overbalanced again - that we noticed a sharp
smell of burning.

   "What's that?" I spun round, but couldn't see anything past my own
breasts and Corinne's.

   "Aaaargh!  Look!" Corinne's scream chilled my blood.  Then I saw it. 
The shampoo bottle had spilled out a glob of green fluid.  It was that
which had apparently burst into flames!  We put it out fairly quickly, and
hosed it away down the drainhole, but Corinne was quivering with shock.  I
had to hold her to steady her nerves, and mine.

   "What made it do that?  I've never seen anything like that before!" She
looked up into my face with a troubled expression.

   "I think I have," I said.  "The trouble is not that whatever was in that
bottle caught fire on its own.  The trouble is that we've both just
showered in it!"

   "You think it was something nasty?"

   "I think somebody has been interfering with your shampoo.  And I'm
afraid my D-cup nipples are about to get even bigger and more
uncomfortable, and your ninety-one inches may well become eight feet."

   "Oh, Shan!  No!"

   "Oh, Cee!  Yes!"



   **********

   "How long before it happens?" Corinne carefully inserted the towel into
her cleavage.  You could lose a towel in there.  It could be gone for
weeks, and nobody would ever think of looking for it there.

   "Sorry?" I returned to the present.  "How long?  A few days.  Maybe
less, maybe a bit more.  The only thing is that it's happened now, all we
can do is wait for the results to show."

   "How did I get mixed up in this crazy business?" She towelled her hair
furiously.  "I must have been fucking mad to come and work here."

   "We'll pull through somehow, Cee." I felt desperate.  She couldn't go
away and leave me?  Not now?  "Please don't go away!"

   But of course, she couldn't hear me with the hair dryer switched on. 
She could see my forlorn expression and my lips moving.  She just made a
sort of kissing motion with her mouth and it was time to cue Mr Spleen. 
While she could still do that, there was hope for us.



   **********

   Amelia was pleased with her new wheelbarrow.  The miserable moo, it was
about time she was pleased with something.

   "I've always wanted a barrow like this," she told me confidentially, her
eyes shining.  She looked quite pretty when her eyes shone like that.

   "You have?" It was a surprise to me.

   "Ever since I was ten, and I got these gigantic boobs, I wanted my own
barrow.  I used to load my breasts into Daddy's and wheel them round the
farmyard, but this is the first one I've had that was all mine!  Look at
the lining ...!"

   I stopped her.  "Wait a minute.  You always wanted one like this?  But
you only grew to this size a week ago!"

   "No, Miss!  You must be thinking of some other girl.  I was this big
when I came to St Cat's.  Remember how I had to be excused nearly
everything because of them.  You must remember.  How often do you get a
First Former with a 160-inch bust?"

   "Not very often, Amelia," I said, humouring her.  I wondered if there
was a good psychiatrist in the Yellow Pages.  Either for Amelia or for me.
"It's a lovely barrow.  Such pretty lining.  Polyester, is it?"

   "Yes, Miss.  It's softer than it looks, and when the milk comes in, it's
fully washable.  I'd take the lining out and show you, but you know what a
hassle it is taking these things out and loading them back each time.  Just
think, five years I've been carrying these monsters around St Cat's, with
wheelbarrows banned, but now, Amelia Murgatroyd has her own wheels.  Or at
least, her own wheel."

   No doubt about it.  The girl was barking mad.  She was honestly
convinced she'd *always* had boobs this big.  As if there weren't enough
problems round here, we now had a Fifth Form girl with three foot diameter
tits; the combined resources of Clit, Flaps and the whole ScatBra Project
Design Team were working flat out to design her a bra that worked ...  and
she was firmly convinced she'd always been this ridiculous size.  After all
the trouble I had been to, just making sure her breasts were equal in size.
How inconsiderate could some girls get?

   "You don't have a bra on, do you, Amelia?"

   "Of course not!  Who ever heard of a bra this size?  That's why I needed
a barrow so much more than that cow Shona, yet she got hers first for some
reason!"

   "Of course she got hers first ..." I started to shout at her, but she
looked blandly at me and carried on with her closely reasoned argument.

   "I suppose it was because I have such a superb muscular structure, I can
carry them unsupported, whereas that Shona is a great elephant of a girl
without a muscle in her flabby body.  Look at me!" She flexed a bicep.  It
looked just like any other girl's bicep to me: soft, rounded and totally
inappropriate for supporting a pair of gigantic breasts.

   I looked round frantically for help.  Where was Corinne when I needed
her.  Or Smegs, or Moggie?

   "Are you looking for somebody, Miss?" Two small, innocent voices at my
elbow.

   "Suzanne.  Pansy.  I was looking for Miss Thunderbolt, or Miss
Mountains. Or Miss Meadowlark." I noticed Pansy's face turn instantly red,
like a chameleon placed on a guardsman's tunic.  "Hang on, though." A
thought occurred to me.  "Suze!  You remember last week, when you rubbed
the bust enhancement cream on Amelia's breasts for me?"

   Suzanne looked at me as if I had taken leave of my senses.

   I felt rising panic.  "Pansy?  You remember?"

   She slowly shook her head.

   "You rubbed the cream on her left breast to make it grow to the same
size as the right one.  Then you put too much on the right one and it grew
even more gigantic, so you had to put some more on the left?  And the left
one got too big, and you needed some more on the right again?"

   Suzanne laughed nervously.  "You say the daftest things, Miss!  You
almost had me thinking you were serious for a minute.  But Amelia's always
been this big, ever since we came to St Cat's!  When Shona got her barrow,
we wondered why Amelia hadn't been the first to get one."

   I backed away a few paces.  The two cousins smiled encouragingly at me
the way you do at someone with short-term memory difficulties.  "I'll go
and find Miss Meadowlark or Miss Thunderbolt after all, thanks, girls.  No,
don't bother looking for them.  I'll find them.  It's all right!"

   I turned and lumbered away as fast as I could.









   Chapter 38:- Insufficient Memory



   "Come on, Shona!" Suzanne grumbled.  "You are the worst wheelbarrow
driver in the whole world."

   "You want to try pushing this lot around everywhere you go.  It's not as
easy as it looks.  I hope you get this big one day," Shona muttered darkly.
"Oof!" she grunted.  The barrow wheel came to a full stop against the
doorstep and Shona's body shot forward between the handles.  Cushioned by
her mighty breasts, she floundered on her belly on top of the barrow, with
her feet momentarily off the ground.  The other girls watched her with
interest.

   "You can't do anything without showing off, can you?" Pansy complained
in a cross voice.

   Shona recovered her composure if not her dignity.  "It's your fault, all
this," she panted, backing up a few steps and taking another run at the
doorstep.  This time, the wheel went bumping up the step and Shona followed
the vehicle through the door at a brisk, bouncing trot.  "That fuckin'
hurts," she groaned.  "If you'd let me get on with the breast reducer, I
could have made these things smaller by now."

   "Our fault?" Suzanne was indignant.  "We've never stopped you making
breast reducer if you wanted to.  You certainly need it."

   Shona stared at her.  "That's rich, coming from you, the ace breast
enlarger in the whole of St Cat's!"

   "What are you going on about?" Suzanne was genuinely mystified.

   They lurched around the corner to the door of the First Form Sexual
Chemistry Laboratory, and the two cousins watched critically as the
wheelbarrow struck the wall and came to an abrupt halt.  "Give me a hand
with these things," Shona pleaded.

   Suzanne and Pansy each took a breast in both hands and lifted them out
of the barrow.  They lowered them carefully to rest against Shona's legs.
"Come on, Sho," said Pansy, "take your time." The three girls moved slowly
into the lab and approached their work bench.

   Shona slumped into a chair with a heavy grunt and took her notebook out
of the desk.  "Look," she said, pointing to a page in the book, a maze of
scribbles and crossings out.  "I reckon all you've got to do is put more of
that in, and take some of that out."

   The others gathered round, interested but puzzled.  "What's it do, Sho?"
Pansy screwed up her face and studied the page of incomprehensible
gibberish.

   "I can't believe ...!  You wrote all this yourselves.  All I did was
copy up your notes.  It's your breast enlarging cream.  You used it a
couple of weeks ago on Amelia, from the Fifths.  It certainly worked on
her!"

   "Amelia?" Pansy shook her head with chilling certainty.  "No, not her.
Amelia has always been as big as that.  She's been growing steadily since
we've known her, but she was always huge.  I think Suze was jealous of
her."

   "Me?  Jealous?" Suzanne laughed.  "Why should I be jealous.  I've got
more than enough tit to be proud of!"

   Shona looked from one to the other.  The cousins' faces were open,
innocent.  As far as Shona could tell, they had no knowledge of bust
enlargement and no memory of having enlarged Amelia.  This was too weird
for her to handle.  "So you won't help me with this reducing cream then?"

   "We'll help you mix the chemicals and stuff, if that's what you want. 
But we can't tell you anything else.  We don't know anything, do we, Pan?"
Pansy didn't.

   "Why don't you look in your own notebooks," said Shona.  "It will all be
in there.  Pan!  Your book is always lovely and neat and methodical.  Get
yours out and let's see it."

   Pansy took her book out of the desk.  "Is this mine?" she said, thumbing
through the neatly handwritten pages.  "I don't know any of this.  It must
be someone else's book."

   "It's yours.  Look, there's your name on the front."

   "Pansy Woods," read Pansy.  "That's me," she said in tones of wonder.

   "Course it's you!  Now read it, and see what it says."

   Pansy read it, while Suzanne peered over her shoulder, her tongue
sticking out as she read it, too.  It took some time.

   "Wow!" said Pansy, at last.

   "What do you mean, wow?"

   "I mean, somebody has really worked this out.  Imagine going to all this
trouble, getting another book the same as mine, then copying my handwriting
and writing all this stuff in here.  All just to make me think I've been
working on bust enlarging cream!  Why would anyone go to all that trouble?"

   "Exactly!  Why would they?  They didn't!  You've got ambrosia, that's
what you've got!"

   "I haven't got anything of the sort," objected Pansy indignantly. 
"What's ambrosia, anyway?"

   "They make rice pudding," said Suzanne, puzzled.  "It comes in cans.  We
haven't got any of that, Sho!"

   "Maybe it's something else, then." Shona sounded less confident.  "What
word sounds like ambrosia?"

   "Custard!" Pansy announced in triumph.  "They make custard, too."

   "It's when you forget everything?  It's like a disease."

   "We haven't got a disease, Sho!  We're perfectly healthy."

   Shona had to agree.  Suzanne was the healthiest-looking girl Shona had
ever seen.

   Anastasia came into the lab, carrying her books in front of her chest.

   "What is that word called where you forget everything, Staze?"

   "I can't remember," she said.

   "Sounds like ambrosia."

   "I dunno.  Anaesthesia?"

   "Could be.  That's a disease.  You've got anaesthesia, Pan!"

   "Fuck off," Pansy said, insecurely.  "I'm going to ask Miss when she
comes in.  She'll know."



   **********

   "Sit down, girls!  Carry on with your projects, please."

   The class sat down with a great scraping of seats.

   "Miss?"

   "Yes, Pansy?"

   Pansy came up to the front of the class.  "Shona says I've got
anaesthesia," she whispered urgently.  "Is it catching?  Will the others
get it, too?"

   There was an other-worldy quality to this conversation.  "Do you mean
you keep falling asleep, Pansy?"

   Pansy considered this aspect of her condition.  "Yes, Miss.  Every
night."

   "You've probably got it, then.  What are the other symptoms?"

   "Someone stole my notebook and copied a load of stuff into it that I
don't remember.  About a breast enlarging cream." She began giggling at the
very idea of such a thing.  Her breasts bobbled up and down alarmingly.  "I
mean, why?"

   I could see her point, as it were.

   "What project were you working on, Pan?" I asked, on an impulse.

   "I can't remember, Miss.  Somebody stole all my notes.  Suzanne can't
remember either.  It's only Sho who says we were trying to make stuff to
make breasts get bigger.  And Sho was trying to make them get smaller.  She
even said we'd made Amelia grow, Miss.  That's stupid.  Why would we want
to make Amelia get bigger than she is?  She uses a wheelbarrow already!"

   "I see what you mean.  Look, just for today, go and help Shona with her
reducing cream or whatever it's called.  You and Suze.  I'll see if I can
find out anything about anaesthesia for you.  Okay?"

   She didn't seem too satisfied, but she went back to the group, and I saw
them whispering among themselves for a while.  Eventually, Anastasia came
up to me.

   "Is it amnesia, Miss?"

   "Probably.  What about it?"

   "I think that's what they've got.  I told them they'd got anaesthesia,
'cos that used to be my nickname at my last school.  I think it was because
I was so boring, Miss."

   "Anastasia," I yawned, "please get on with it."

   "They don't remember anything about Amelia at all.  They think she was
always like that.  Nothing about her tits being two different sizes or
anything.  They've forgotten it all.  It's spooky, Miss!"

   "It's certainly that.  I'll tell you what you'd better do.  Go back and
work with your group, and make a note of everything Suze and Pan seem to
have forgotten.  There must be a reason for it.  Perhaps it's an effect of
one of the chemicals.  I'll try and find out all I can.  Okay?"

   "Yes, Miss!"

   "You're looking enormous this morning, Anastasia!"

   "I grew again, Miss," she said mournfully, while blushing quite
prettily. "I must have sniffed too hard at the mixture again."

   "Never mind, love, when the reduction cream is working properly, you can
have first try."

   "Oh, I don't know, Miss.  I'm getting to quite like them!" She gave a
cautious twirl, and the effect was certainly startling, until her glasses
fell off.  I watched her fumbling around on the desk for a while, then put
her out of her misery.

   "Here they are, Anastasia.  Off you go and carry on with your work. 
Don't forget, write it all down."



   **********

   "I'm worried, Cee!  Those girls can't remember a thing.  It's Suze and
Pansy, and Amelia herself.  They can't remember rubbing cream on her
breasts, nor about them being different sizes, nothing!"

   "It's got to be the cream affecting them in some way.  Did they all
touch it?"

   "Dunno.  They did it next door.  And it's no good asking them, they've
forgotten!"

   "It could be the smell it gives off, or something.  I'm guessing.  We'd
have to try it on somebody."

   I raised an eyebrow.  Was this really Corinne, suggesting we carried out
tests on live subjects?  She was falling into St Cat's ways of thinking.

   "I suppose so.  But how?  If we rub it on a girl and she gets huge,
we'll think she was always like that, and so will she!"

   We sat and thought about the problem for a while.  Eventually, Corinne
had an idea.

   "How about if we get someone else to rub the cream on to a girl?  We can
see if they remember afterwards.  All we need is a couple of subjects. 
We'll need a relatively flat-chested girl so things don't get out of hand.
Miss Thunderbolt will go absolutely spare if we need another wheelbarrow so
soon after Amelia.  She'll blame me as Support and Mobility Mistress."

   "So, one flat-chested girl.  Plus one girl to rub it in.  I can find
those.  Anything else?"

   Corinne considered carefully.  "We ought to have a control experiment.
We need another girl to rub with plain cream, instead of breast reducing
cream.  That's the reducing cream that enlarges them, of course."

   I wrote down 'one plain cream'.

   "...  and another girl to rub plain cream on the girl we use for the
reducing cream ..."

   I wrote 'another girl to rub pl crm on girl used for reduc crm (enl)'.

   "...  and another girl to rub plain cream on both girls.  That ought to
do it."

   Once more I obediently wrote down Corinne's instructions.

   "Right," she said, "just to avoid arousing suspicion, *you* had better
order the reducing cream from the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group, and I
will ask for the plain cream."

   I gave up.  Corinne's soaring intellect had left me grovelling far
behind her.  "I love you, Cee," I said helplessly.

   "Not here, Shannie!" She shook me off with some difficulty.  "The driver
keeps watching us in his mirror."

   But once the bus had stopped in the High Street, I managed to drag
Corinne away round a corner and we snogged freely for a while until one of
those trucks came along that washed the streets with revolving brushes and
sprays of water.

   "Golly, Cee, I'm absolutely soaked!"

   "Come on, let's walk it off, Shan."

   We set off to do our shopping.  I suppose having a combined bust
measurement of over eighteen feet does count as one of the advantages.  We
negotiated excellent discounts on several items and piled back on to the St
Cat's bus with an air of a job well done.

   I tried to get to grips with Corinne yet again.

   "Wait 'til we get home, darling!" she purred, and somehow I realised she
meant it.



   **********

   "This cream feels really nice, Suze!" Pansy gave the mixture a final
stir and began spooning it into a tub.  "It's ever so smooth."

   "But what's it for, Pan?"

   "It says, 'Breast Reducing Cream' on the label.  You want to try some?
Yours are a bit big."

   "You can keep that stuff.  Mine are just fine the way they are, thank
you.  What's in the other pot?"

   "Plain cream.  Miss Meadowlark asked for some.  Dunno why."

   "You sure it was for Miss Meadowlark?  Maybe you got it the wrong way
round and it was Miss Gruntworthy who really wanted plain cream and Miss
Meadowlark wanted the reducer?"

   "I know it was Miss Meadowlark." Pansy blushed painfully.  "She
remembered my name."

   "Wheeee!  Pansy's still in love with Miss Meadowlark!"

   "Oh, stop it, Suze!  It's not funny."

   "Look, Pan.  You might have got it wrong.  You know what you're like
when Miss Meadowlark is around.  What if you did make a mistake and it was
Miss Gruntworthy who wanted the reducer and Miss Meadowlark who wanted the
plain cream?  It stands to reason, doesn't it?  Which one's got bigger
boobs?"

   "Miss Gruntworthy," said Pansy, sounding uneasy.

   "Well, she'd want the reducer, wouldn't she?"

   Pansy nodded.

   "It's all right, Pan.  You do things like that when you're in love.  I
won't tell anybody.  It was a good thing I was here to spot your mistake.
Just think if we hadn't noticed!"

   "All right," Pansy conceded.  Despite having equal intelligence and
brain-power to her cousin, she was sometimes overawed by Suzanne's three
months and sixteen jiggling inches advantage.  "I'll label them and take
them up to their rooms."

   "Room, you mean.  Don't forget, they sleep together in the same bed!"

   "I hadn't forgotten, thank you!"

   Suzanne wobbled away to the restaurant, leaving Pansy with the two tubs
of cream.  She thought about it for a while, then peeled the backing off a
new label.









   Chapter 39:- A Controlled Experiment



   "When are the girls arriving, Cee?  Have I got time to go to the loo
first?"

   "I think that would be wise, Shan.  Who knows what might happen if you
got excited?  They'll be along in half an hour."

   "I'll make it a quickie, then!"

   I do my best thinking while seated.  Certainly, Corinne's plan sounded
workable.  We had four girls coming.  Two of them were the victims, the
other two were the cream rubbers.  Each victim would be rubbed by the two
girls.  One victim would be rubbed with the reducing cream by one and with
plain cream by the other.  The second victim would be rubbed with two
helpings of plain cream.  Simple.  So why did I have a nagging doubt at the
back of my mind?

   All nagging doubts were driven away when I discovered there was no
toilet tissue in the loo.  Why can't this school do anything right?  Dark
thoughts crossed my mind: that it was an economy drive by Moggie; that it
was a crafty scheme by Smegs to boost her Type 'C' stains count.  That was
probably it, I decided, waddling with difficulty into the next cubicle and
making do with the two sheets that were left in there.  By the time I
presented myself back in the bedroom, half an hour had gone by.

   "Bloody hell, Shan, I nearly sent a search party with grappling irons
and breathing apparatus.  What kept you?"

   "No sodding toilet paper," I grated harshly.

   "You should plan ahead, darling.  Take your own.  Now, the disco lad
brought this video camera, do you know how it works?"

   "Sort of, yes."

   "Good!  Go and set it up next door, pointing at the bed.  We'll record
everything, then if they get amnesia, we'll be able to play it back to them
afterwards.  Go on, then!"

   I hurried off to do Corinne's bidding.  She was so masterful.  I
wondered what it would be like to have her spank me.  I made a mental note
to ask her later, and instantly converted my knickers to Type 'A' and 'C'.
By the time I had finished, and had a clear picture in the viewfinder, I
could hear voices back in the other room.

   "These two are the girls who are going to be rubbed with the special
cream, Shan," said Corinne.  "The special skin cream," she said with
careful emphasis.  "We'll just refer to them as Miss A and Miss B."

   I studied the two victims.  They seemed perfectly relaxed about it all.
Corinne had found two Fourth Form girls who were matched fairly adequately
in build and development.  Personally, I would have preferred girls with
slightly larger breasts, to make it more obvious if the reducer was
working, but they both had nice little C cups.

   "And these two, we will refer to them as Miss X and Miss Y, will do the
rubbing.  Now then, if you'd like to go into the next room.  Miss A and
Miss B, get undressed."

   "Undressed, Miss?  To put on face cream?"

   "It's not going on your faces.  It's for your breasts.  Right, you two."
Corinne handed two small pots to each of the two rubbing girls.  "Here you
are.  You will both rub some of the cream on each girl, okay?  Your little
pots are labelled A and B.  You rub them on Miss A and Miss B respectively.
Any questions?"

   "Yes, Miss," asked one of the rubbing girls.  "Do we rub both breasts,
or just one?"

   "Both.  Be sure to rub it well in!"

   "Ooooh, I will, Miss.  Thank you!" She was going to enjoy herself,
anyway.

   They all trooped off into my old room.

   "Is the camera running, Shan?"

   "Yes, Cee."

   "Good.  Well done.  I suppose we just have to wait, now."

   "Cee!  I was wondering ..."

   "What's the matter, Shan?" She took my hand.  "You look worried about
something.  What's up?"

   "I wondered if, one day, when we had a spare hour or two ..  you could
...  erm ..." I couldn't say it.

   "Come on, Shan.  Think about it.  Really, your concentration is getting
quite terrible, lately.  I think you need a bit of discipline.  Strict
discipline."

   "Yes, Cee.  I think I do.  Really strict!"

   "Gosh, that sounds terrible, doesn't it?  Almost as if you were going to
get a good spanking!"

   "Yes!" I croaked.  "Yes, please!"

   "You funny girl, Shan.  Come here!"

   I snuggled closer to her, smelling her warm fragrance, tasting her soft
lips.

   There was a polite cough.  "Excuse me, Miss?"

   It was the rubbing girl, the knowing-looking one who so obviously
enjoyed her work.

   Corinne and I broke our clinch and blinked up at the girl from where we
lay on the bed.

   "Yes, what is it," asked Corinne, dreamily.

   "We've both rubbed each of the girls, Miss, and there's plenty of the
cream left over.  Is there anything else you wanted rubbed, Miss?"

   "As long as you rubbed plenty in to each girl?"

   "Oooh, yes, Miss.  Loads of it!  I really enjoyed it, Miss.  That's why
I wondered if there was anything else I could rub for you."

   This girl was dangerously aroused.  A cold shower would be the best
treatment.  Corinne licked her lips and looked at the girl.  The girl
looked at Corinne and licked her lips.  Two pairs of nipples sprang into
erection.  Mine made it three.  Corinne glanced at me and grinned.  She
leaned over and whispered damply in my ear.

   "She's the plain cream girl!  What do you think?  She's got nice big
hands!"

   "Sure, why not!"

   "What's your name, girl?" asked Corinne.

   "Amy," said the girl, with a secret little smile.

   "Go and tell the others they can go, Amy.  We'll see them in the
morning. Then bring your cream pots in here.  And if you're very good,
we'll rub some of the cream into your little nubbins, too!"

   "Ooooh, Miss!" Amy shot out of the room.  In a short while, she was
back, tearing off her blouse.

   "Don't you wear a bra, Amy?" I asked sternly.

   "No, Miss.  I only got these this week, Miss."

   'These', as she called them, were two delightful little halved
apple-sized breasts, topped with nipples of what seemed to me to be quite
an unnecessarily large size.  The breasts were almost entirely covered with
puffy areolae.

   "Will you be undressing, too, Miss," Amy asked me.  I looked up with
some surprise to see that Corinne was already stripped off, ready to be
anointed.  I joined them, and Amy's eyes, already goggling as she stared
openly at Corinne's magnificence, nearly popped out of her head as my
ScatBra joined Corinne's on the floor.

   I had to wait for my rubbing, as Amy was giving her fullest attention to
Corinne.  My lover lay back, her mouth open, panting as Amy did her expert
best.  When my turn came around, the first jar was empty, and Amy had to
use the last of her second jar on me.  It was cool and soothing, especially
on the still swollen nipples and areolae.

   "Are these sore, Miss?  They're enormously swollen!"

   "They are, Amy, but that lovely cool cream and your beautifully long
fingers make them feel much better.  Thank you!"

   "Thank YOU, Miss!"

   And when it was over, Corinne and I both took a handful of cream from
the large tub and rubbed it freely into Amy's little apples, one apple
each. The girl moaned in a totally abandoned manner.  This was going to be
one hot piece of tail in a few years' time.  Or even a few hours.

   "Wow!" commented Corinne, when Amy had gone, after thanking us most
kindly with big wet kisses.  "Is she a hot one or what?"

   "Funny," I said.  "I don't remember seeing her before."

   "That's how it is when they suddenly start growing up.  They're so
anonymous, then they just blossom!"

   "Well, *she* certainly has.  She's got me so hot and horny, Cee!"

   "Well, what's keeping you, then.  Get the rest of your gear off and stop
wasting time."

   "Mmmm, that's nice!"

   "You know, I was tempted to let her rub me in a few other places, not
just my tits!"

   "Cee!  You are a schoolteacher.  Remember your position!"

   She sighed.  "I suppose so.  And I was only *thinking* about it.  But
hey, Shannie!  Talking about positions...!"



   **********

   There was a pounding on the door.

   "What's the time?" I couldn't see the clock.

   "Five past five!"

   In the morning?"

   "Who is it?" Corinne called.

   "It's Amy!  Miss?  Let me in!"

   "Amy who?  Do you know what the time is?"

   There was a long silence before Amy spoke again, slightly breathless. 
"It's five past five, Miss.  I had to go and look at the clock, Miss."

   "Oh, my God," I muttered.

   "It seems to be one of the girls.  Let her in, Shan, there's a love."

   "ME?"

   I opened the door and Amy slipped inside.  I could hear her shivering in
the darkness.  I seemed to spend half my life letting girls into staff
bedrooms at dead of night.  The next thing, she'd be telling me that she'd
suddenly developed enormous breasts!

   The girl whispered to me.  "My boobs hurt, Miss.  Here ..."

   She grabbed my hand and placed it on her chest.  Golly, I thought.

   "What do you think it might be, Miss?"

   What sort of a question was that?  "They're very nice, Amy," I said.  I
imagined her blushing prettily there in the dark.

   "No, silly!  What I meant was, why do they hurt, Miss?  They're all
sore. What was in that cream?"

   "Nothing," I said.  "It was plain cream in your pots.  You were the
control.  The other girl had ...  something else in hers."

   "Shan?  What's going on over there.  Come back to bed."

   "It's Amy, Cee!  She's bigger!"

   "She's what?  OUCH!"

   "I'm what?" echoed Amy, faintly.

   "What's the matter, Cee?"

   "I sat up and bumped my boobs," said Corinne.  "It hurt ...  Oh, my
Godfathers!  I'm fed up with these fucking things!" She fumbled around by
the bed, and the light came on.  Amy stood blinking in front of me, her
breasts thrusting confidently out through a T-shirt.  Her nipples were
still bigger than I liked to see on a young girl.  Then I did a double-take
and spun round to see what was troubling Corinne.

   "Ooooow, that hurt!"

   I looked at her and my jaw slowly opened.  Now, after a pair of breasts
reaches a certain size, it's not so easy to notice if they get a little
bigger.  I mean, looking at Amy's, it was easy to tell that she wasn't
half-apple size any more.  She was more like half-pineapples.  With
difficulty, I took my hand off her breast and Amy gave a disappointed
little pout.  The point I'm trying to make is that if Corinne was to add
the same amount of flesh as Amy, it just would not show.

   But it did.  Corinne had thrown back the duvet and revealed herself in
all her glorious nakedness.  She was noticeably bigger.  Make that
Noticeably Bigger.  Or even NOTICEABLY BIGGER!

   "They hurt something awful!  They do get tender every month, but not
usually until another week.  They've always been like this, for years.  I
wish I'd had them reduced when Mum first took me to the doctor."

   "Sorry?  Cee, what are you talking about?  You've grown.  You're huge!"

   "I've always been huge, Shan.  Is this supposed to be a joke of some
sort?  It's too early in the morning for jokes!"

   This was a distinctly worrying development, in every sense of the word.
There was obviously something wrong with the cream.  Not only had it been
incorrectly labelled, it also worked in reverse.  The breast reducer had
turned out to be more effective at enlargement than the old boob juice.

   But far, far worse, Corinne had no memory of the experiment, nor of the
aftermath with Amy.

   I considered the problem out loud.  "We've got to think about this. 
Which cream is which.  And Amy had better know ..."

   "I'd better know what?"

   "Why your breasts have grown so big.  One of the pots of cream was
supposed to be a new breast reducer.  Some of our girls have become a
little too big lately, and wheelbarrows are so expensive." I was careful to
give Amy the party line on this.  "Anyway, we were going to give the
reducer to one of the girls, A or B.  The other one would be getting plain
cream, nothing else.  There was something else, which is going to be a
little hard to explain." It certainly was!

   Amy laughed nervously.  "But my breasts *haven't* grown big, Miss. 
They've always been this size, since I was nine.  It's just that they hurt,
that's why I came to see you."

   "They hurt because they're nearly bursting your T-shirt, Amy.  It fitted
when you put it on, but you must be six inches bigger now."

   Amy looked at me as if I was going crazy.  She shook her head.  Corinne
was no help.  "Who is this girl, anyway?  I've never seen her before in my
life.  Is she a student here?"

   "Eeek!" Two amnesiacs in the same bedroom.  Let me out!  "At least, mine
haven't grown," I said.

   "Pity, really, Shan," said Corinne soothingly.  "You've always wanted to
have breasts as big as mine.  Never mind, love.  Perhaps there's some cream
you can rub into them and little Shannie's will get to be as big as little
Cee's!"

   "But, Cee ...!"

   She was bigger than me now, for sure.  It would be most pleasant to get
the tape measure out and see just how big she was, but Corinne would calmly
say she'd always been the same size.  But she knew who I was.  How? 
Obviously, she remembered everything else, but nothing about the
circumstances surrounding her latest enlargement.

   I could feel rising panic.  It was getting to be an increasingly regular
occurrence these days.  I sat on the bed and dissolved into tears. 
Fortunately, help and sympathy was at hand.  Corinne and Amy hugged and
soothed me, stroking my hair, my thighs, my face, my breasts.  If it hadn't
been quite such a stressful occasion, I might have enjoyed it more.  As it
was, I was being touched all over by two experts.  One of them was a
trainee expert, but she was undoubtedly a fast learner.

   It hadn't finished.  Fingers began fondling me in ever more personal
regions.  I made a mental note to have a word with Amy's Wanking teacher,
Miss Rhys ap Llewelyn Owen, and have the girl reassessed for moving into a
higher class.  "Whooowhooowhooo!" I said, loudly, making rather a mess of
the sheets.

   Amy looked suitably impressed.  She had obviously not been at such close
quarters to a squirter before.  Or a gusher, which was what I felt like.

   "Bloody hell, Miss," she told me.  "You've pissed yourself!  I haven't
done that since I was five."

   Never mind talking to Miss Rhys ap Llewelyn Owen, I thought.  Amy is
probably in the correct class, after all.

   "I'd better be getting back to the dorm, Miss," said Amy.  "My breasts
feel much better now."

   "Your what?"

   "My breasts.  I've decided to call them that from now on.  Boobs sounds
so babyish, doesn't it!"

   No wonder they didn't hurt any more.  Her T-shirt had split from top to
bottom, and those half-pineapples had emerged proudly into the open air.

   "I'll see you later, then, Miss," she said, in a voice reeking of
promise.

   "Erm ...  yes, I suppose so, Amy!"

   "Who was that girl, Shan?" asked Corinne, once Amy had bounced
deliciously out of the room and closed the door with an over-the-shoulder
wink and a blown kiss.  "She seems terribly over-familiar toward the
teaching staff.  I think she needs much stricter discipline."

   That reminded me of the night before, when Corinne had still been
Corinne.  And I burst into tears yet again.









   Part XIV









   Chapter 40:- Reviving Old Memories



   The effect was devastating.  Moggie had called a meeting about something
or other vital.  I hurried ahead to tell the headmistress that Corinne
would be a little delayed.  Miss Rhys ap Llewelyn Owen and Smegs were there
before me.  They all looked up quizzically as I came in.

   "Is Corinne on her way?" Moggie asked.  "We have lots to discuss."

   "Just coming.  She's having a bit of difficulty getting her clothes on
this morning."

   I lied.  In fact, Corinne was having difficulty getting *my* clothes on
this morning.  Her own were useless.  She didn't even acknowledge them as
hers.  How big she was I didn't dare even to guess.  My latest ScatBra
creaked under the strain but the specially extended ends to the cups were
just about big enough to accept the tips of her breasts.  The appearance,
though, when the whole thing had finished adjusting itself, was bizarre. 
And apart from those fantastically shaped cups, there was surplus Corinne
poking out of every conceivable open space: over the top of the bra, out at
the sides, underneath.

   All she could find big enough to cover it was a giant T-shirt with the
word 'LooK' on the front.  By the time I had watched as she loaded herself
into that, I was ready to prostrate myself before her.  If it hadn't been
for Moggie's meeting, I think I would have done.  As it was, I had to be
content with a swift lick of honey-flavoured Cee-juice and a promise.

   "These have shrunk," she complained.  "They've always fitted up to now.
It's your fault, Shan, you should have read the washing instructions."

   It was no use arguing with her.  We sat in Moggie's office, awaiting her
arrival.  There was a scream from outside the door, presumably as Miss
Labia got her first look at the newly-expanded Miss Meadowlark, then I
braced myself for the reaction as the door opened and Corinne came in
sideways, one breast at a time.  The reaction could be described as
gratifying.

   Three voices said in unison, " FUCKING HELL!"

   On the other hand, it might have been three-part harmony, you know what
my ear is like.

   "Sorry I'm late, Miss, did Shan explain how she'd shrunk all my
clothes?"

   "Whaaa...?" Moggie's eyes opened even wider as she read the legend on
Corinne's chest.  "Oh, yes, she did.  Most careless of her."

   Corinne sat down in the vacant chair between Smegs and me.  The space
wasn't nearly wide enough, and I felt the drum-tight bra material rasp down
the right side of my breast as she took her seat.  Smegs obviously felt the
same thing.  I heard her early-morning grunt with a strange feeling of
tenderness.

   "I do feel a bit full this morning," said Corinne, "but it could be
these bra cups.  They've gone right out of shape." They certainly had. 
That was my best bra, too.  It would never be the same again.

   "Wheelbarrows!" Moggie announced with another disbelieving glance at
Corinne as she wedged herself further down into her seat.  I allowed her
another inch of width and she slid down a bit further with a sigh.  Her
bottom must have finally made contact with the chair.  Inevitable, I
suppose, when your breasts weigh more than the rest of you.  It's not a
problem I have, not now my waist and hips are becoming more matronly: more
suited to childbearing, God forbid.

   "We now have two official wheelbarrow girls in the school, plus one
owner-driver.  I am thinking ahead.  It is clear that wheelbarrows are
going to become a more frequent sight in the corridors of St Cat's.  In
fact, Corinne, you are probably going to need one yourself before long."

   "Who, me, Miss?  I haven't needed one for ten years, why should I start
needing one now?"

   "You what?" Moggie was speechless.

   "A wheelbarrow.  I've had at least a 100-inch bust since I was nine, so
you could say I'm used to it by now."

   "Corinne, are you sure you are feeling all right?" Moggie asked her
solicitously.  "Would you like to lie down for a while?"

   "But I've just got up!  I feel fine ...  apart from this ...  fucking
bra!  Ouch!" She fixed me with a baleful glare.

   Smegs stood up.  It was probably that or be rolled bodily off her chair
as Corinne's bosom expanded with her breathing.  "Corinne," she said
gently. "I'm not sure what's been happening to you, but are you honestly
telling us that you think you've *always* been as big as this?"

   "Not always, silly!  I wasn't *born* with them.  They arrived when I was
nine.  They've grown a bit since then, of course, but not much.  I quite
like them," she admitted, with a proud little look down at herself.

   We all looked at each other.  "What's the matter with you all?" Corinne
demanded.  "Have you all gone crazy or something?"

   Moggie gathered up her papers suddenly.  She handed a wheelbarrow sales
brochure to Corinne.  "Here!  Would you like to take this to all the girls
over a certain size.  Don't promise them anything, of course, but ask them
for their preferences, colour, thickness of hand-grips, lining material? 
You know the sort of thing.  Let me have some sort of idea about the number
of barrows we need to order.  Can do?  By close of play tonight, okay?"

   Corinne took the glossy leaflet and got up from her chair.  I boosted
her from beneath, feeling a surge of naked lust as my hand contacted her
taut bottom.  Corinne thanked me politely.

   "You three, if you could spare one more moment?" Moggie waved the rest
of us to stay.  Corinne waddled out, and we watched her squeeze herself
through the doorway.

   "Wow!"

   "Bloody hell!"

   "Duw!"

   "Well, Chauntaille?  When did this happen?"

   "Last night, Miss.  There seems to have been a sinister development with
the new breast reduction cream."

   "Yes, you could say that," said Moggie.  "Are there any more cases of
selective amnesia in the school?"

   "Yes, Miss.  Amelia Murgatroyd thinks she was always big enough for a
wheelbarrow, and wonders why she didn't get one years ago.  Suzanne and
Pansy rubbed the cream on her breasts and agree with her completely.  They
say she's always been as big as that."

   Moggie let out her breath.  "Never a dull moment with the girls of the
First Form Sexual Chemistry Group!  What are we going to do this time?"

   "It may not be the end of the world," I said.  "I'm sure the kids are on
the verge of a breakthrough with the reducing cream.  The amnesia thing is
a little worrying ..."

   "A little?  A *little* worrying?"

   "...  but once we isolate the substance that's causing it, we can sort
that out.  The girls are convinced it's all to do with impurities in those
cheap chemicals you ordered last year."

   "Oh, yes, it would be *my* fault, of course!" She pouted unhappily, like
a schoolgirl.  "I can't imagine why the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group
should be working on a breast reducing cream at all, anyway!  It's so
unhealthy, it's just plain sick!"

   "It was Shona, Miss.  She is *extremely* big.  And every time she
crashes her wheelbarrow it really hurts her breasts so much."

   "She's not even 180 inches, for Chrissakes!" stormed Moggie.  "Young
Cassandra's much bigger than that, AND she's giving milk, AND she's no age
at all!"

   "Cassie's strong enough not to need a barrow.  She was brought up on a
farm, heaving straw bales and delivering calves.  And Shona's lactating as
well, don't forget ..."

   "Nothing.  Pints, not gallons, like Cassandra.  She's just a great big
baby, and allowing her to work on a dangerous substance like breast
reducer: honestly, Shan, I'm disappointed in you!"

   I hung my head in shame.  Hot tears tricked down my cheeks and soaked
into my cleavage.  I felt gentle hands on my shoulders, and a comforting
arm went around me in a warm hug.

   "Leave her alone, Moggie," said Smegs.  "She's had enough.  Imagine what
it's like seeing the breasts of the woman you love suddenly grow to double
their size overnight.  And amnesia on top of all that!  Shan's doing very
well not to crack up."

   I buried my head between Smegs's breasts.  Well, I got my nose between
them, at least.  Corinne had spoiled me recently.  Smegs's hug tightened.
The silly girl had been missing me.  She was wearing a skirt that buttoned
down the side, I discovered, and Smegs had to raise her bottom from the
chair for only a split second while I lowered it and her panties down to
her knees.  I engulfed myself in her familiar and friendly ambiance, and
with a low moan, she held my head so I couldn't escape.

   Vaguely, the voices of Miss Rhys ap Llewelyn Owen and Moggie came to me,
chatting about something inconsequential, as Smegs came with a triumphal,
aching rush and I buried my lips against her yielding mouth.  We broke away
after a while, panting and spitting out fine blonde hairs.

   "Well, that was quite like old times," said Moggie.

   I may have blushed prettily.  Even Smegs was blushing prettily.  We
kissed again, more softly this time, our fingertips brushing lightly over
all those little details of each other's bodies we had almost forgotten,
but not quite.

   "Look," said Moggie.  "I think we can adjourn this meeting.  You two had
better nip off to your room and have a cuddle.  You've got things to talk
about, I'm sure."

   But I heard no more.  When I did chance to look up, half an hour later,
Moggie and Miss Rhys ap Llewelyn Owen had gone, leaving Smegs and me
rolling on the floor in a kaleidoscopic variety of positions.



   **********

   "It's funny, Suze," said Pansy.  "I keep thinking I remember something
about us inventing some stuff to make breasts get *bigger*!  Can you
imagine?"

   "I had that feeling, too!  Spooky!  Why would anyone want to make their
breasts bigger?  Not that we'd need it, anyway!"

   "Another thing." Pansy lowered her voice and looked around.  They were
out in the open, walking to the lab for a lesson.  "Last night, in bed, I
felt a sort of Uncontrollable Horniness."

   "An Uncontrollable Horniness?  You, as well?  Was yours with capital
letters, too?"

   "I think so.  But I wanted to ...  to sit on somebody's face." She went
scarlet.  "But worse.  I wanted to do things to my thingie!"

   "Oh, Pan!  That's gross!  Did you wash your hands before breakfast?"

   "I only said I wanted to do things to my thingie, I didn't say I did
them.  Well, not much, anyway.  I only touched it a bit.  It made me jump,
like when their nose touches you ...  there!"

   Suzanne looked at her cousin with raw envy.  She wanted nothing more
than to go back to bed and feel the same as Pansy said she had felt. 
"That's dirty," she said, predictably.

   "I couldn't help it.  I didn't mean to dream about sex.  But I'm going
to tonight, again, if I can!  I'm going to rub my titties and suck my
nipples and touch my thing, before I go to sleep."

   "You'll never get to sleep if you do all that," said Suzanne with the
absolute certainty of a girl who had tried it many a time.

   "I'm still going to try," said Pansy, dreamily.  "I shall think of Miss
Meadowlark!"

   "You don't need to, Pan.  There she is!  Fucking hell!"

   "Wha...?"

   "Look at her!  She's fucking gigantic!"

   The two girls gaped as Corinne wobbled massively toward them.

   "Hi, Suzanne.  Hi, Pansy!"

   "Hi, Miss Meadowlark," said Suzanne.  "You look *huge* this morning!"
Pansy nudged her, blushing desperately.

   Miss Meadowlark refused to blush prettily.  She tugged at her bra straps
with an expression of annoyance.  "What on earth are you talking about? 
You're late for your class.  Get in there at once!"

   The girls watched her walk away, most of her bosom clearly visible from
the rear.

   "What's eating her, Pan?"

   Pansy was crying quietly, mopping at her eyes with her hankie.  "She was
horrible to us, Suze.  And all you said was that she looked huge.  She *is*
huge!  She's grown.  What's the matter with her?"

   "I don't know," mused Suzanne.  "But I had another of those funny
feelings just then.  You know, like when you've been here before?  Yet this
time it was ever so strong.  It felt as if it wasn't about Miss Meadowlark,
either, it was about Amelia for some reason."

   "Amelia?"

   "There, it just happened again!  It felt ...  oh I dunno, Pan.  It was
there, then it went away again." She put an arm around her cousin.  "C'mon.
Let's go in and see how Shona's getting on with her reducing cream!"









   Chapter 41:- Brave New Scheme



   Smegs and I sat up in the middle of Moggie's carpet and looked at each
other with deep affection.

   "I missed you!" I said.

   "And I missed you.  But it's all right now.  Thanks, Shan!"

   "Oh, silly.  You don't have to thank me!  And we can do this any time."

   "What about Corinne?"

   "What about her?  I think she's going off me.  We don't talk any more.
And now, she's grown and she can't remember anything about it.  It's too
spooky to get my head round.  I'm scared to talk to her about it.  She
seems so *sure* she's always been like that."

   Smegs stroked my neck, where the hair is all fluffy.  "What about
Amelia. And the kids?  They got it, too?"

   "The kids who rubbed the cream on to Amelia, yes.  Only one of them
rubbed the cream on, but they were both there.  It must give off fumes or
something when it's rubbed in.  It doesn't seem to have affected Shona and
Anastasia.  They helped with the mixing, but they weren't there with Amelia
when the others rubbed the cream on to her."

   "It's a problem, Shan.  All these chemicals seem to be overlapping,
somehow.  It's not just love, fuck and tits any more.  There's this cream,
and the reducer they're trying to make ..."

   "And another, the erogenous stuff."

   "You never mentioned that.  Sounds fascinating."

   "It's got a bit of built-in amnesia to it as well, but I tried it out on
Corinne, and it definitely worked.  Wow!  It certainly did!  But I know I
got some on myself.  The trouble is, with the amnesia, I can't remember
where."

   Smegs ran her fingers across the sole of my bare foot.  I flung myself
on her.  It was twenty minutes before we disengaged, wetly.

   "Well, that stuff certainly seems to work," said Smegs in admiration. 
"I only just touched your foot and you broke all records, even for you! 
Make a note of that one, Shan.  Sole of foot."

   "Thanks, Smegs.  My voice was still quavery.  There may be others, so be
warned!"

   "I think I may already have found some of them, darling," she smiled. 
"Later, perhaps?"

   I nuzzled her gently and leaned against her lithe body.  "Later, Megan!"



   **********

   "That feeling came again, Pan!"

   "So did mine."

   "Yours?  You mean the feeling that you've been here before?"

   "Yes.  But it's more than that.  I'm getting the Uncontrollable
Horniness again!  I suddenly wanted to rub my thing against Darren."

   Shona and Anastasia gasped at her.  "Pansy!" Shona hissed.  "Quiet!  If
he hears you ..."

   Pansy seemed not to hear them.  "Not against his nose though.  Not any
more.  I want to rub my thing against his willie!"

   "Pan!" Suzanne looked disgustedly at her cousin, but there was a strange
look in her eyes.  Her nipples had become unusually prominent.  She ran her
tongue around her lips and looked over at Darren with new interest.  He was
oblivious of their interest, lost in his musical world.  "I dunno, though,
Pan.  Maybe it's not a bad idea."

   "I thought of it first," said Pansy.  She began to fumble with the belt
of her skirt, her eyes alight with passion and brimming with lust.

   "Pansy!  NO!" Shona grabbed her arm, but she was too late to prevent
Pansy dropping her skirt and stepping out of it.  She stood there with her
bosom heaving, her thighs and calves shapely and womanish even in their
short white socks and clumpy flat shoes.  The others looked at her with
interest.  Pansy had the air of a volcano about to do what volcanoes did
best.

   Suzanne tried to restrain her as well.  "You'd better not, Pan, you'll
get us thrown out."

   "I don't care.  I want to fuck him!"

   Even Suzanne blushed at that.  It sounded so *rude* somehow.  It was
almost as if she felt the word 'fuck' would never be quite the same again.

   "Come back, Pan, you can't go up there like that.  You've got no skirt
on!"

   "I know, I took it off, remember?  Let me go!" She shook herself free
from Suzanne's grip.  The rest of the class was paying attention now, aware
of the disturbance.  Shona and Anastasia grabbed Pansy by the arms and
hauled her back to the bench, and Suzanne pushed her down on to a stool. 
"Let me go.  I want him," Pansy whimpered.

   "No, Pansy!  Sit still and don't move." Suzanne stood over her cousin,
determination on her face.

   But suddenly Pansy's shoulders slumped.  "I'm sorry," she said.  "I
don't know why, but I had this urge.  It's gone now.  Can I have my skirt,
please?" Anastasia dusted it off and handed it to her.  The other girls in
the class returned to their work.  The antics of the cousins' group were
always entertaining, but this time nothing more seemed to be happening.  A
mere half a striptease and a bit of a struggle hardly rated a raised
eyebrow.

   "Do you feel all right now?" Suzanne whispered to Pansy.

   She nodded.  "It was just like last night.  I got this funny feeling
about us having this stuff to make boobies grow, then I felt all strange
and wanted to fuck Darren.  But it's gone now.  What's going on, Suze?"

   "You *did* have stuff that made boobies grow, Pan," said Shona with
exasperation.  "We keep trying to tell you.  It made *me* grow.  So it
certainly works!"

   "No, how could we do that to you, Sho?" Suzanne said, but even as she
said it, there was a haunted look on her face.

   "Shona's right," said Anastasia.  "I know I'm not as big as you two, but
I used to be flat-chested.  Then we all made this stuff.  Shona grew, and
so did I.  And we all made it into a cream and you rubbed it on Amelia, and
she grew as well."

   Suzanne and Pansy buried their faces in their hands, unable to grasp
this absurd notion.

   "But that stuff you're mixing now," Suzanne pointed to the simmering
flask, "that makes boobs smaller?" Shona said it did.  "Who's it for?"

   "For me," said Shona, simply.  "I want to get rid of that wheelbarrow
and be a normal girl with an ordinary 100-inch bust again!  When it's
ready, I want you to rub my boobs with it."

   "There won't be enough there," Pansy assured her.

   "That's just a sample.  We're going to try it out on somebody else
first. Somebody with tits, of course.  Once it works, we'll make enough for
me, then when I'm small again, we'll make enough for everybody ..."

   "Everybody?" Suzanne backed away.  "Not me!"

   "Everybody who wants it.  It won't be compulsory.  Even though you are a
bit big for eleven, Suze.  So you will help us, won't you?"

   "Yeah.  We'll help, won't we, Pan."



   **********

   "Miss?  Oh thank God I've found you!" She had been running.  Her hair
was a mess and her tie was askew.  Her blouse had come untucked from her
skirt.

   "What's the matter, Anastasia?  Bloody hell, girl, you're even bigger!"

   "It's Suzanne and Pansy, Miss," she said, blushing prettily and panting
at the same time.  "They're behaving a bit strange."

   "You mean they can't remember about Amelia's breasts getting bigger?"

   "A bit of that.  But Pansy suddenly ...  well, she got all horny and she
was going to fuck Darren!"

   "She WAS?"

   "She took her skirt off.  We all had to drag her back, Miss.  Then she
got better all of a sudden.  Shona and me, we tried to explain, and I
thought we were getting through once, but then they sort of forgot
everything again."

   "That's excellent, Anastasia.  Good work.  Can you carry on doing what
you're doing.  Watch them if they seem to start remembering again.  And if
they seem to get suddenly horny, try and stop them doing anything too
terrible.  If you can't stop them, come and find me.  I'll come straight
away."

   "Yes, Miss, thanks, Miss!"



   **********

   I sought out Smegs for help.

   "What can you remember about the Uncontrollable Horniness antidote?" I
asked her.  We were walking across what used to be the sports field.  Apart
from the pantie-soilery with its chimney belching yellowish-grey smoke, it
was quite like the good old days in the Fourth Form at St Cat's.

   "I've got the formula in my books somewhere.  It was straightforward
stuff.  Have you got the latest formulae for the breast enlargement cream
and the reducer?"

   "I can get them.  Anastasia's in on this with me.  With us.  She said it
looked as though Pansy and maybe Suzanne were just starting to remember
occasional things.  And then Pansy got horny and tried to fuck Darren."

   "Poor Darren.  What a problem for him, having a horny ten-year-old with
a bod like Pansy coming on to him.  Literally coming on to him!  Has he
recovered?"

   "She didn't make it.  Apparently she got her skirt off but the others
dragged her back.  Then it stopped, just like that, Anastasia said."

   "Okay, Shan.  You get the formulae and we'll go over them together. 
We'll find out what's causing the Uncontrollable Horniness, and we can
control that.  And the amnesia will be all part of the same thing.  It will
be all right." She stopped for a moment and looked at me.  Hesitantly, she
asked, "where are you ...  are you still sleeping with Corinne?"

   I nodded, and swallowed a lump in my throat.  "I still love her, Smegs,
even though she's spooky."

   Smegs fingers brushed my hand.  It was like an electric shock.  "It's
all right, Shan.  We'll get her back for you."

   "Oh, Megan!" I buried my face in her chest and she held me gently. 
Tenderly, she placed her arm round my back and we walked slowly back toward
the school.  Our hips bumped gently against each other.

   "Your bottom is getting obscenely huge, Chauntaille," she said in a
shocked voice.

   "Yes, Megan," I murmured, looking up helplessly into her eyes. 
"Thirty-nine inches!"

   "In your dreams, Shan, thirty-nine.  You're forty if you're an inch."
She shook her head sadly at me.  Then she placed a soft kiss on my lips,
and loped off to her next class.



   **********

   "Shona!  I've got it!"

   "Ouch, Suze.  Don't punch like that.  Look, you've made me spill this
stuff on Anastasia.  Wipe it off, quick, before it soaks into your blouse."
She dabbed at the stain with a wad of paper towel.  "Gosh!  Is that all you
in there, Staze?  Bloody hell!  Those are some tits!"

   "Yes, it's all me," said Anastasia, blushing prettily.  The bright green
stain was centrally placed between her thrusting orbs.  "What was this
stuff, Sho?"

   "Reducer.  You'll start shrinking soon, Staze!" Shona tossed the tissue
in the waste bin.  "You've got what, Suze?"

   "Do what?"

   "You said you'd got it."

   "That was *years* ago.  I've forgotten what it was all about now." Shona
punched her arm to help her remember.  "All right, then.  I've found the
answer."

   "What was the question, Suze?"

   "You know you're spending all this time making breast reducer?  You're
going down the wrong track.  Look!" Suzanne pulled a newspaper out of her
bag.  "I don't read this thing, but I saw this ad." She spread the paper
flat and jabbed at the page with a stubby finger.

   "I can't see, Suze, your tit's in the way." Suzanne took a couple of
paces back.  "That's better!  What am I supposed to be looking at?"

   "Cooking fat," shouted Suzanne.  "Super Lite for Super Pastry!"

   Shona studied the advertisement.  She read it through twice.  "What's
this got to do with boobs, Suze?"

   "It's fat, but it's not as heavy as ordinary fat.  Your boobs are FAT,
Shona!"

   "I know they're fucking fat, that's why I want to make them smaller."

   "No, it's fat they're made of.  But if we could change that fat into
lightweight fat, your boobs would be ...  well, lighter, wouldn't they? 
And you wouldn't need a wheelbarrow."

   "They'd still be just as big, though."

   "That's true.  But if they only weighed half as much.  Sho, it would be
great wouldn't it.  You'd be able to run."

   Shona went pale.  "Run?"

   "Well, nearly!  Walk, anyway."

   "What are you going to do, Suze?"

   "I'm going to find our how to make Super Lite Boobs.  You can forget
boob reducing cream, it will never work, Sho!"



   **********

   "Miss!"

   "Come in, Anastasia, it's open."

   The bedroom door burst open and Anastasia came in.  She stood there, her
glasses glinting as she studied me.  I realised that it would be a fairly
uncommon experience for her, confronting a stark naked school teacher in
her bedroom.  I decided to ease the girl's embarrassment by covering up a
few acres of breast.  The easiest way was to put my bra on, but that meant
lowering the great huge things into the cups.  Anastasia watched,
speechless and spellbound.  At last I stood up straight and looked at her.

   "What's the matter, Anastasia?"

   Too late, I realised that by hoisting my breasts up to above the level
of my crotch I had revealed that other area of my anatomy which tends to
attract comment.  Anastasia was far too polite to say anything, but her jaw
had dropped.  I turned away and bent to pick up my panties off the bed. 
They slipped to the floor.  I bent further, again realising too late that
Anastasia was getting an eyeful of the nether regions of Chauntaille
Gruntworthy.  Oh, what the hell, let her look.  See one, you've seen them
all.  More or less.  I stepped into my knickers and hauled them up until
they would go no further.  At last, I could face Anastasia with a clear
mind.

   "Sorry about that.  Now, how can I help?"

   "Look," she said simply, pointing to her blouse.

   "Mmm, that's a nasty stain.  Put it in to soak in cold water before it
goes into the laundry.  Funny colour.  What is it?"

   "Boob reducer," squeaked Anastasia, very close to tears.  "It worked,
Miss!"

   "It what?  You mean ...?  Take your blouse off!"

   Dumbly, Anastasia undid her buttons and shrugged out of her blouse. 
Even though I had never seen her breasts uncovered before, I could see she
was right, the breast reducer had worked.

   "Why me, Miss?  I was just getting to like mine, now they've gone!"

   "Not gone, Anastasia, they're just smaller.  They're still very nice
breasts."

   She blushed, but not very prettily, I noticed.  "Yes, Miss," she mumbled
unhappily.

   "Now, darling, come here." I held her against me.  She seemed to quiver
like a scared cat.  "Is there any more of that stuff left?"

   "No, Miss", she sniffed.

   "Does Shona know you've shr ...  got smaller?"

   "Not yet, Miss, but she will."

   "Not necessarily.  You could stuff your bra for a day or so.  Then we
can grow you bigger again.  Have you got a note of the formula?"

   "Yes, Miss."

   "Right, give me five minutes, then we'll go down to the lab and mix a
big tub of that stuff, okay?  We won't involve Shona and the others for a
while, or they'll all want some.  First of all, I need some for Miss
Meadowlark.  She's more urgent than anyone, understand, Anastasia?"

   The girl nodded, and sniffed again.  "Get dressed," I said.  "The lab
will be empty for the next two hours."









   Chapter 42:- Kissing Cousins



   "Where have you been, Staze, we've been looking for you everywhere."
Suzanne was squatting on her bed in a bulging T-shirt.  Pansy perched on
the edge of the bed, looking anxious about something.

   "I've been helping Miss Gruntworthy do something in the lab," said
Anastasia, unable to lie convincingly to her friends.

   "Teacher's pet, then, are you," Suzanne jibed at her, while Pansy
blushed, feeling insecure about such matters.

   "No, she just wanted a hand with something, and she asked me.  Probably
'cos I'm the most reliable.  What did *you* want me for, anyway?"

   "'Cos you're the most like a boy!"

   Anastasia huddled her shoulders and folded her arms across her recently
diminished bosom.  Even with her bra stuffed, she felt conspicuously
flat-chested around these two busty cousins.

   "What did you want somebody like a boy for?"

   "For practice.  Pansy wants to practise on a boy before she gets another
dose of the Uncontrollable Horniness.  Well, she can't do that, so we
thought we'd use you.  We'll both have a go, while you're in the mood."

   "Who says I'm in the mood?" demanded Anastasia.

   "'Course you're in the mood," said Suzanne, generously.  "And you won't
get pregnant, we're only using you to get off.  Snogging," she explained at
Anastasia's look of horror and incomprehension.

   "Snogging?  With you two?" Anastasia had gone pale.  She took her
glasses off and wiped the lenses, then they fell from her trembling fingers
to the floor.  "What if I don't fancy you?"

   "That's all right, Staze," said Suzanne kindly.  "We don't fancy you
either.  That's why we're not going to fuck you.  That means sitting on
your face."

   "Oh, good," said Anastasia, who had an idea that fucking was perhaps not
quite what Suzanne imagined, but didn't feel sufficiently confident to
argue with her.  "When are you going to do this, then, and where?"

   "Now!  And here!"

   "But the other girls ...  they'll all see us."

   Suzanne looked about the dorm as if seeing the rest of the girls for the
first time.  "So?" she said.  "What's wrong with that?  We're only
kissing."

   "Nothing, I suppose." Anastasia looked resigned.  "What do I have to
do?"

   Suzanne swung herself off the bed.  "Good old Staze, I always said you
would, but Pansy said you'd be too scared.  You can do it with Pan first."
She dragged her cousin roughly into position facing Anastasia and pushed
and pulled the two girls until they were about a foot apart.  Anastasia
looked down at the gap between them, most of it filled with Pansy's
exuberant bosom.

   "Right, Staze.  You're the boy.  Snog Pan."

   "I don't know how," whined Anastasia, unhappily.

   "Oh, come on.  Grab her and pull her towards you.  Give her a big hug."

   Anastasia did more or less as she was told.  Pansy thrust her away.

   "She's too close," she complained.  "She's shoving her naughty bits at
me.  If she was a boy, I'd be able to feel her willie!"

   "'Course you would," agreed Suzanne.  "That's the whole idea."

   "It's horrible."

   "But Anastasia hasn't got a willie, Pan.  So it's all right."

   "That's not the point.  It feels rude."

   "Pansy, just get on and snog Anastasia, will you.  We'll never get round
to my turn at this rate."

   The lovers assumed the position again, and their faces moved closer
together.  Their eyes instinctively closed, and their noses bumped gently
but firmly together.  Anastasia's glasses fell off.

   "Oh, fuck ME!" said Pansy.

   "You shouldn't say that to a boy, Pan," Suzanne explained patiently. 
"He might not understand.  You are supposed to tilt your heads to one side,
then your noses will miss each other."

   "Which side," Anastasia wanted to know.

   "Either fucking side!  It doesn't matter.  The opposite way to Pan. 
Watch her and tilt the opposite way."

   "Can't I close my eyes?"

   "No, the boy's supposed to keep his open.  Now get *on* with it."

   Their noses slid past each other and their lips met inertly.  A few
seconds later, they broke apart again.

   "She's trying to stick her tongue in my mouth," cried Pansy in outrage.

   "You're supposed to, aren't you?" Anastasia looked surprised.

   "Not yet, Staze.  You hardly know each other.  Just wet your lips and
put them against Pansy's, then enjoy it." The girls obeyed her
instructions, as far as possible.  Suzanne watched them with ill-concealed
impatience.  At last, she could wait no longer.  "Come on, it's my turn
now!" She elbowed Pansy roughly aside and seized Anastasia by the
shoulders, then bored in for a huge wet kiss.

   "Hang on!  Get her off!  Grrrrrmphflupp!" Anastasia wriggled herself
free and stood quivering with shock.  "She was eating me!"

   Pansy looked aggrieved.  "You said that was wrong, Suze.  You hardly
know each other, remember?"

   "But I *do* know Staze," Suzanne replied with a wolfish leer.  "She's my
friend!" She grabbed at her friend again in a decidedly friendly manner. 
Despite herself, Anastasia was beginning to respond.  Suzanne's huge
breasts squashed between them like pillows, Suzanne's tongue flickered in
and out of her mouth like an inquisitive snake, Suzanne moaned softly with
passion.  Anastasia entered into the spirit of the occasion and thrust her
hips forward.  She encountered Suzanne thrusting back at her.  Her leg was
between Anastasia's thighs, gently forcing them apart.  The girls' loins
melted into each other.

   Several minutes went by, while Pansy paced up and down nervously and the
other girls in the dormitory formed a ragged circle round the snogging
couple.  A certain amount of panting and moaning could be heard from
members of the audience.  Eventually, the lovers came up for air.

   "Hey, Staze, you're pretty good!  I really fancy you.  I'm getting
soaked!"

   "What have you stopped for, then?" A strange light shone in Anastasia's
eyes.  Her hands met behind Suzanne's neck and pulled her close.

   They recommenced their female bonding.  One or two of the other girls
had formed pairs and were pawing at each other clumsily in an experimental
way, while keeping an eye on Suzanne and Anastasia for fear of missing
anything vital.  Their vigilance was rewarded.  In a bold move which
brought a gasp from the onlookers, Anastasia made her first truly overt
move.  One of her hands detached itself from Suzanne's neck and sought her
breast.  It wasn't really too difficult to find, after all.

   Suzenne appeared to stiffen slightly as Anastasia first touched her,
then she relaxed and began to escalate the intensity of her kissing.  It
was Anastasia's turn to be cautious as Suzanne's long tongue became ever
more adventurous.  Her caution lasted all of five seconds.  She went in for
a spot of tonsil hockey herself, and backed it up with a determined frontal
assault, up inside Suzanne's fully laden T-shirt, to cup her hand round
Suzanne's breast.  It was far too big to get her fingers even part of the
way round it, but she tried, and Suzanne responded generously, rubbing
herself against Anastasia with a little cry of abandonment.

   The audience was beginning to look concerned.  Things were getting out
of hand.  At this rate, someone was going to end up seriously pregnant. 
Suzanne found Anastasia's right breast with her own hand and began to
explore.  She mistook Anastasia's writhing for mounting passion and
practically ripped off the buttons of her blouse, then plunged her hand
into the warm nest of the smaller girl's cleavage.

   There was one of those moments of silence.

   Anastasia pulled away and stood stock still, looking up into Suzanne's
eyes in mute, dog-like appeal.  Suzanne seemed to be about to say
something. Her mouth even opened ready to say it.  But the words never came
out.  Instead, she placed both hands behind Anastasia's head, and soft as a
feather, kissed her lips one last time.

   Anastasia relaxed and practically fell into Suzanne's arms, burying her
face between her huge, warm breasts.  Suzanne cuddled her gently, rocked
her like a little baby.

   "The show's over, break it up, you lot," she said, and the spell broken,
the audience moved away.  The First Form at St Cat's did not argue with
Suzanne.

   With a little private glance into Anastasia's face, Suzanne led the girl
to her own bed and sat her down.  She glanced around the dorm.  The girls
were occupied with other things.  They had plenty to talk about.  Even
Pansy was missing, presumably in the toilet, playing with herself.

   "Well, Staze!" Suzanne said quietly.  "And we thought you were growing
all this time.  How long have you been stuffing your bra, then?"

   Anastasia shook her head.  Tears came to her eyes.  She couldn't say a
word.

   Suzanne placed a hand under her chin and raised it slightly for another
sisterly kiss.  "I won't tell anyone, Staze, but I'd like to know the
answer.  Later?  After lights out, okay?"

   Anastasia gulped.  "Okay!"



   **********



   "You look whacked out, Cee, what's up?"

   Corinne looked up at me.  She was sitting listlessly on the edge of the
bed.  "I'm shattered.  I don't know why, I've never felt this tired before.
My back, my shoulders, my feet, even." She looked at the big tub of cream I
put down on the dressing table.  "What's in there?"

   "It's for you.  I thought you'd be tired after running round all day, so
it's some special relaxing rub we've made for you.  It's all natural oils
and essences.  If you like, I'll rub it on.  It really works."

   "I certainly need something." She stood up with great difficulty.  My
bra creaked dangerously.  "I split my shirt," she complained.  "Look!"

   Since that was the word printed right across her chest, it was exactly
what I was doing.  She showed me the split, as if I could miss it!  The
T-shirt being knitted in the form of a tube, there was no seam to give way.
Instead, the material had simply parted under the strain.  It now said L
oOK.  Most distracting.

   "When did this happen?"

   "On the way back, fortunately, so nobody saw me.  You must have shrunk
this shirt as well!"

   "Take it off.  I'll help you."

   Helping her was easier said than done.  The poor girl was so tired that
she flopped around as I pulled the shirt over her head, then released the
velcro fasteners and eased the bra straps off her shoulders.

   "Thanks, Shan," she said wearily.  "I really fancy taking you to bed
right now, but I honestly don't feel up to it.  You'd think I'd be used to
these things by now, wouldn't you!"

   "That's all right.  Lie down and I'll do your back."

   She tried to lie on her tummy, but things got in the way.  Eventually,
she lay half on her side with her breasts spread out before her.

   "Where does it ache?"

   "Everywhere.  Oooh, there, yes.  And there, too.  That's lovely, Shan.
Keep going."

   I had to be sparing with the cream on her back, to make sure of leaving
enough for the far greater surface area at the front.  "Now turn the other
way," I said.  "That's right, beautiful." There was still the problem of
getting her on to her back, but she solved that one herself.  As I smoothed
the last of a handful of cream into her buttocks, she stretched luxuriously
and rolled on to her back.

   "Cee's boobies are tired as well, Shannie," she pouted, and I just about
wet myself.  "Rub Cee's monster boobies, Shannie.  Make them all better!"

   Never mind *just about* wetting myself, I thought, let it go, Shan.  I
was so wet, I didn't know whether it was one thing or the other.  Well, I
did, but you know what I mean.

   There she lay, with those two great big THINGS on her chest, lying on
both sides of her body, yet still standing up about a mile and a half in
the air.  I had never seen anything so totally *rubbable* in my life.  I
took two great handfuls of cream and went 'Splat!' It might even have been
'Splats!' Singular or plural, Corinne's mammoth breasts absorbed the best
part of a pint of cream each, and by the time I was finished rubbing it in,
I was so thoroughly drenched I had to change my knickers as they were
literally dripping!

   "Don't go away, Shannie," Corinne wailed.

   "I'm not going anywhere, I'm just taking these things off."

   A hand grabbed mine, and I was dragged back to the bed.  With surprising
strength, seeing how tired she was, Corinne positioned my helpless body
above hers, my knees each side of her face.  I peered longingly down her
slender body to her lightly-furred pussy.  I strained to reach it, like a
dog trying to get at a juicy tidbit of meat.

   "Shannie, your bottom is getting obscenely huge," she scolded me from
down there somewhere, and I felt something touch me.  Was it a finger?  Her
tongue?  It didn't really matter what it was, I was coming yet again.



   **********

   "You don't mean to tell me it works, Staze?" Suzanne groped under her
pillow for her torch.  "Show me," she ordered.

   Anastasia reluctantly turned on her side to face Suzanne, and pulled up
the bottom of her fleecy nightie.  Suzanne played the beam of the torch
over Anastasia's chest, then looked under her arms as well, as if she
thought the girl might be hiding her boobs somewhere else.

   "Where did they go?" she whispered at last.

   "I told you.  When Shona spilled that glob of stuff on my blouse, I
shrank.  My boobies were coming along nicely until then." There was deep
sorrow in her voice, and Suzanne was touched.

   "Don't worry, kid.  We can always grow you some more, that'll no problem
at all as soon as we've finished developing something to make boobs grow.
How big do you want them?  No, tell me later," she said as Anastasia opened
her mouth to say something.  "The important thing is that the shrink works.
Or at least, that batch did.  Right, nobody else knows but us?"

   "No.  I mean, yes.  Miss Gruntworthy knows."

   "Her?  Why?  What did you go and tell her for?"

   "She was the only one I could think of.  I was scared of you lot finding
out.  You'd all take the piss out of me."

   Suzanne took the girl in her arms, gently easing her head into her deep,
sweaty cleavage.  "As if we'd do a thing like that, Staze.  So, it's just
you, me and Miss Gruntworthy?"

   "There's one other thing." Anastasia's voice was muffled until she
prised her face out of Suzanne's chest.  She went on more distinctly. 
"Miss Gruntworthy has a great big tub of the stuff.  We made it earlier. 
That's what I was doing when you were looking for me.  I don't know what
she wanted that for."

   "I wonder who she's going to use it on.  Not herself, surely?"

   Anastasia clapped her hand across her mouth.  It sounded loud, even
beneath the bed covers.  "It's not for her.  I just remembered!  It was for
Miss Meadowlark!"









   Part XV









   Chapter 43:- It Seems To Work



   I couldn't sleep.  It was like one of those Christmas Eves when you're a
kid, when you know your presents are there, downstairs, but it's still the
middle of the night: too early to get up and investigate.  Corinne lay
beside me, snuffling softly in her sleep.

   I wanted to see if the boob reducer had worked, but I didn't want to
wake her.  She had been so tired that she had fallen asleep even while we
were making love.  It had been all I could do to get her turned round so
her head was on the pillow.  Corinne was heavy: so much heavier than usual.
It was all breast, all the extra weight.  If only they could make these
things lighter, I said to myself.

   Eventually, I suppose I must have dozed off, because the next thing I
remembered was feeling a kick on the shin.  Corinne was stirring in her
sleep.  There was daylight creeping through the curtains.  It took a few
seconds as usual to work out where I was, and who was here with me, then I
remembered.  And I couldn't bring myself to look.  Had it worked?  Slowly,
so as not to wake her, I sat up, still looking straight ahead.

   "God, I'm so stiff," grumbled a voice from beneath the covers.  There
was a lot of rustling and Corinne emerged, nose first.  "Hello," she said.
"I am deeply knackered.  All that walking around yesterday.  My back.  My
poor little feet!" She sat up and placed a kiss on my cheek.  "My hair
feels a right mess.  Look at me!"

   For the first time, I looked at her.  And gasped.

   "Bad as that, huh?" She ran her fingers through it, combing out the
tangles with little grimaces.

   I was still staring at her.  We hadn't bothered putting on nighties. 
That is, I hadn't bothered, and Corinne was flat out anyway, so she
couldn't.  So I had a perfect view.  The sun peeked through a cloud and a
golden beam of morning sunlight fell on Corinne's chest.  No, there was no
mistake.  She was back to where she had been before her disastrous
enlargement.  In fact, she was back to the size she had been when she had
first arrived at St Cat's for her interview.

   She decided to look at her hair for herself, if it was bad enough for me
to stare wordlessly at her for fully fifteen seconds.  She slid herself out
of bed and undulated gently to the dressing table mirror.

   "I see what you mean," she said, tugging at a stray hank of hair, then
picking up the brush.  She began to brush tentatively, standing in front of
the glass and occasionally tossing her hair back over one shoulder.  I
watched, fascinated.  Had she always been as slim as this?  Was it just a
trick of the light?  "How's that?" She turned and showed me.  "Not one of
my better hair days, but better?"

   "Better," I agreed.  "How does it feel?"

   "Could do with a visit to Madame Alfred's, but it will do for today."

   "No, not your hair.  Your ...  the rest of you?"

   "Weary, as I said.  All that time wandering around asking the girls
about their wheelbarrows.  I don't know why that should make me so tired,
but it did."

   "You don't feel any different?  Any smaller?"

   Corinne grinned at me.  "It made me tired, it didn't wear me away.  No,
I'll recover.  Just give me time." She studied her reflection critically
again, turning slightly this way and that.  "Have you seen my bra?" she
asked, poking around in a pile of clean clothes.

   "In your drawer?"

   "How would it get in there, if it's the one I was wearing yesterday ...
hmmm, it was, though!" She took the bra out of the drawer, where I had
tucked it out of sight yesterday when she had been struggling to fit
herself into my clothes.  I watched her put it on.

   "Have you been wearing this?"

   "Whaaa...?  Me?"

   "It's too big.  All the adjusters are stretched way out.  Look!" She
squeezed at the cups and we both watched as the ScatBra made itself
smaller. At last it stopped creaking, and she shook her breasts
experimentally from side to side.  God, if she'd tried that yesterday,
she'd have gone through the wall.  "Seems better now." She found a clean
blouse and put it on.  "Are you getting up today, or shall I take a sick
note in for you?"

   "No, I'm fine ..." I groped for my bra, the one she'd been wearing
yesterday.  It creaked and squeaked as the cups made themselves smaller.

   "Yours too?  Anyone would think we were both shrinking.  The Incredible
Shrinking Schoolteachers." She disappeared into the little kitchen area and
I heard the water running.  I managed to hide the ripped T-shirt in the
laundry basket, and piled a load of dirty washing on top.  I was looking
out of the window when she came back in.

   "Are you sure you're feeling all right?" she said, coming close and
touching my temple with one or two cool fingers.  "You've got a bit of a
temperature."

   "No, I'm fine.  So long as you are, that is?"

   "Me?" She took a deep breath and jiggled around.  "I feel better than I
have for ages!  Must have been that cream you massaged me with last night."
She took the lid off the tub and dipped a finger into the contents.  "Was
this full?  You've used gallons!"

   "No, it was only half a tub.  Good stuff, isn't it!  Seems to work just
fine."

   "Yes!" Corinne stroked my neck softly.  "Just fine!"



   **********

   "There they go.  I thought they were never going!" Suzanne crept slowly
out of her hiding place and glanced both ways.  The carpeted corridor was
empty.  "Come on, Staze!"

   Anastasia followed Suzanne into Miss Meadowlark's and Miss Gruntworthy's
bedroom.  "There it is!" She spotted the cream tub straight away.  "Come
on, bring it, let's get out of here!"

   "Don't panic!  Hey, was this full?"

   "Near enough, yes." Anastasia inspected the tub.  "Gosh!  They've used
loads of it.  What have they been doing?"

   Suzanne narrowed her eyes.  "Well, it was hard to say, I didn't get a
very good look, but I would think they used it to shrink Miss Meadowlark.
She was huge yesterday, but she seems to be back to normal today.  Either
they shrank her with this cream or she had some of that water redemption."

   "That what?" said Anastasia, then she decided not to challenge Suzanne.
"Let's go," she pleaded.  "Before somebody comes."

   Together, the two girls sneaked back to the dorm, and Suzanne hid the
tub in the bottom of her wardrobe.



   **********

   I knocked on Smegs's bedroom door.  There was a muffled snort from
inside.

   "Who the fuck's that," she wanted to know, and my heart filled with love
for her.

   "It's me, you idle cow, shift your smelly arse," I advised her.

   "It's open ..."

   She was sitting on the edge of her bed in well-remembered pose,
scratching an armpit and squinting up at me.  "What's the time?" She ran an
experimental tongue round the inside of her mouth and shuddered.

   "Eight o' clock.  Corinne's in the loo.  I wanted to tell you before she
came back.  She's shrunk."

   "Shrunk?"

   "Didn't I tell you?  I didn't, did I?  Anastasia had some of the
prototype shrink juice spilled on her chest, and she came to me.  It had
worked.  So straight away, I grabbed her and we went and mixed a load more
- a big tub full - and last night I rubbed Corinne with it.  All over.  It
worked, like I say.  She's smaller."

   "Well, that's great news, Shan.  What does Corinne think?"

   "She doesn't know!  You know how she thought she'd always been the huge
size she was yesterday, when she was bursting my best bra?  Well, now she's
back to her original size, and as far as she's concerned, she's always been
that size.  She thinks the cream was ..."

   "She remembers you rubbing the cream on her?"

   "Yes.  She thinks it was just a nice massage to relieve her aching back.
She says she never felt better."

   "Wow, Shan!  You realise what this means?"

   "Not really, no.  I'm not thinking too clearly at the moment."

   "We can make women larger or smaller at will, and they will think they
were always like that.  So will the people who rub the stuff on.  Like
husbands and boyfriends.  But ...  wait a minute...!"

   "You mean ...?"

   "Yes, I mean!  YOU rubbed the cream on to Corinne, yet you can remember
that she wasn't always as small as she is now."

   "But I knew when I was rubbing the cream on, I mixed it.  If I hadn't
known, as Suzanne and Pansy didn't know, and Amy ...!"

   "What?" the voice came from the bed.  Smegs looked uncomfortable.  She
couldn't look me in the eye.  "Who's talking about me?"

   My eyes boggled as the bed covers gave a writhing motion and Amy's face
appeared, her hair tousled, looking unutterably desirable.  I pointed a
wavering finger at her.

   "Sorry," muttered Smegs.  "We spent the night together," she explained.
Rather needlessly, I thought.

   Amy sat up in bed, brushing her hair out of her eyes.  She rubbed both
eyes, sticking her elbows out sideways, a pose which thrust her breasts out
mightily.  They wobbled heavily.  I clutched my groin in case anything
dreadful happened down there without warning.

   "Hi, Miss," said Amy, cheerfully, stretching hugely.  "I could murder a
cup of coffee, Meggo," she yawned.

   "Meggo?"

   "I'll make you one, darling," murmured Smegs, heading for the kitchen.
"You too, Shan?"

   "No, none for me, Meggo.  I'm off for breakfast." I followed her,
admiring the sway of her hips, her endless thighs and strong calves.

   "It's what she calls me," Smegs whispered out of the side of her mouth.
"Sort of a pet name."

   "Which one of you's the pet?  You never made *me* a cup of coffee in
five years!"

   Smegs blushed.  "Amy's a bit demanding, but she's pretty good in bed."
She sounded so ashamed I felt sorry for her.  Almost.

   "I'll see you after breakfast and we can try and work out what's
happening," I told her, opening the door.  "See you later.  See you, Amy!"

   "Later, Miss!" My spleen did a soft-shoe shuffle as I went out.  Had I
imagined it, or was Smegs already spreadeagled on the bed in an attitude of
total submission?  I must have imagined it.  Surely.  Not Smegs!



   **********

   "Where were you?" Corinne was back in the bedroom when I got back.  "I
needed you to tell me what you think of this skirt.  It feels a bit baggy
round the waist, somehow.  Did you wash it with some of your things and
stretch it?"

   It was my fault again!  Her skirt this time.  I slipped a couple of
fingers inside the waistband.  It was certainly loose on her.  She must
have become smaller all over.  Okay, she'd lost pounds off her bust, but
the rest of her was shrunk, too: not by such a great amount, but enough to
notice.

   "It's not stretched, it's still the right shape.  You must have lost a
bit of weight since you last wore it."

   "I wore it last Friday," she said, with no doubt at all in her voice. 
"I certainly haven't lost two inches from my waist since then, have I?"

   "Well, you do look a little more trim, Cee.  Thinking about it, you
could easily have lost an inch or so.  You look great, anyway.  Really
fit!"

   "Gee, thanks, friend.  That's what men say when you walk past building
sites, isn't it?  Look at that then, phworrr!  She's FIT!  You know what
they mean I'm fit *for*, don't you!"

   "You're that as well, darling.  If we weren't going to breakfast, I'd
take you back to bed, but if you're wasting away, we'd better eat.  Not
that I'm wasting away, though!"

   A sinister thought had just come to me.  If this new wonder mixture
worked on waists and hips as well as breasts, why couldn't I have a little
application where I really needed it?  I could get Corinne to rub it in to
my bottom, my tummy and my thighs!  Tonight!  That was something to really
look forward to.

   "Come on, then." She held out her little hand for me.  It was always
nice, I thought, the way Corinne liked to hold hands.  It was so friendly,
yet at the same time, we both knew it meant something more.



   **********

   "Why did you steal the reducer back from Miss Gruntworthy, Suze?"
Anastasia wrinkled her nose and looked at her buxom friend.

   "To use on Shona, of course.  It will save her having to use her
wheelbarrow and keep crashing all the time.  If we can get her down to a
hundred inches, she'll be ever so happy, she says.  She wants to be a
normal girl, that's all."

   "How about Amelia, too?" said Anastasia.

   "I don't know about her.  She's always been big.  It might not work on
her, you see?"

   "But, Suze...!" Anastasia started.  "Oh, never mind.  What about me,
now? Can we make me bigger again?"

   "Not yet," explained Suzanne with great patience.  "We haven't invented
anything to make boobs bigger yet."

   "But you *have*," howled Anastasia.  How do you think Amelia got that
size, and Shona?"

   "Same as me, only more so.  It's just Mother Nature!"

   Anastasia sighed heavily.  She was beginning to feel as confused as
Suzanne obviously was.  She pulled her notepad from her bag and sat down.
With the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, she began
to write.



   Fuck: Makes you horny.

   Love: Makes boys fall in love with you from half a mile away.

   Boob: Makes your tits get bigger.

   Shrink: Makes your tits get smaller.

   Easy so far.  She scratched her head and wrote some more.



   Erroneous: Makes you get all horny when it gets on parts of you and
people touch you there.

   Ambrosia: Sometimes you can't remember anything, but sometimes you can.

   Her head was spinning.  All she really wanted was her boobs back.









   Chapter 44:- Creaming



   Anastasia thought about the problem for half an hour before the solution
came to her.  It was blindingly obvious.  She had watched Miss Gruntworthy
mixing the shrink cream.  It was perfectly straightforward.  By changing
from a liquid to an easy-to-use cream, they had even overcome the tendency
of the stuff to catch fire.  All she needed was the formula for boob juice,
and then she would be able to substitute the vital ingredient from the
shrink cream.

   She turned back a few pages in her notes to where she had carefully
copied out Suzanne and Pansy's boob juice formula.  Taking a clean page,
she began to write boldly.

   An hour later, everything was ready and stashed away in the cupboard. 
As soon as the others went to have their evening meal, she would plead a
stomach ache and mix her own special boob cream.  She even had a tub ready
to pour it into.  Just like when Miss Gruntworthy had mixed the shrink, the
cream would set in the tub to a rich spreadable consistency.  Anastasia
could hardly wait.  The other girls had never hung around so long after the
class ended.  Didn't they want their dinner, Anastasia thought, wildly.

   "Come on, then," Suzanne said at last.  "There'll be none left if we
don't get over the restaurant.  Come ON, Staze!"

   "I've got a tummy-ache.  I'll see you guys in the dorm.  Later."

   "Later, then.  You don't want us to bring you a doggy bag?"

   "Oh.  Maybe a little bit, Pan.  I might feel better later on.  Thanks."

   The girls left, and silence descended at last.

   The mixing took longer than she thought.  Anastasia reached the dorm,
panting, only thirty seconds before the others came back from the
restaurant.  They found her curled up on her bed with a book.

   "How's your guts-ache, kid?" said Suzanne.

   "Oh!  Oh, fine."

   "Good, 'cos Pan's brought you a whole bag-full.  She's gone to the loo,
she said she was busting for a crap.  She's brought you meat pie, potatoes
and vegetables.  Gravy, bread and butter pudding and custard.  No cabbage."

   "All in the same bag?"

   "She only had one bag.  But it all goes down the same way, Staze."

   Pansy came in and dumped the bag on Anastasia's bed.  "That's better,"
she informed anyone who was interested in her bowel movements.  "Here you
go, Staze, I got you some of everything."

   Anastasia peered into the bulging bag and felt less hungry.  "Thanks. 
Maybe I don't feel quite so hungry just yet.  I'll have it later."

   "Best have it while it's hot, Staze!"



   **********

   Anastasia sat up and peered at the clock.  It was midnight.  They'd all
be asleep by now.  She really did have a tummy-ache now.  Having to force
that dinner down while the others stood round her bed and watched every
mouthful had done her no good at all.  She put her feet on the chilly floor
and reached into her wardrobe for the tub of cream.  Then she padded out
into the toilets.



   **********

   "You awake, Sho?" Suzanne shook the big girl by her toe.  Acres of
breast wobbled massively in the reinforced double bed.  Shona opened an eye
reluctantly.  "Come on.  It's gone twelve.  Let's go and do it!"

   "Where?"

   "In the bogs.  If we do it in here and make a noise, they'll all wake
up. Come on."

   Shona followed Suzanne out of the door and down the corridor to the
toilets.  "In here!"

   "In there?  In a cubicle?"

   "If anyone comes, we don't want them to see, do we?  Go on, and take
your nightie off."

   Shona squeezed her bulk into the cubicle and flopped her bottom on to
the cold seat.  Her breasts lolloped to rest on each side of her knees,
resting lightly on the floor.  "Ouch, this floor's bloody cold," she
complained.  "How are you going to rub that stuff on?  There's no room for
you in here as well."

   Suzanne had already found that out for herself.  "You'll have to do your
own.  Do it by feel.  Can you reach everything?"

   "You mean can I reach all of my boobs?  Nearly.  I suppose I can, if I
stretch.  I don't know why you can't do it for me, it would be much
quicker."

   "If you'd got on with it, you'd have been half done by now," scolded
Suzanne crossly.  "You ought to be thankful to me for getting up at
midnight just to help you.  You're an ungrateful bitch, you know."



   **********

   In the last cubicle along the row, Anastasia heard the others come in
and froze into stony silence.  She would have to stay now until they'd
gone. She knew what they were doing, all right, from the conversation,
although why it had been necessary to squeeze Shona into a toilet cubicle
she had no idea.  She sat with her tub of cream between her feet, shivering
with the cold.

   She might be here for hours!  What if the other two didn't go back to
the dorm?  Anastasia would be found, frozen solid, in the morning.  Might
as well do what she came for, then.  At least, she thought, grimly, if they
find my body in the morning, it might as well have decent-size tits.  She
peeled the lid of the plastic tub and dipped her hand into the cream.  It
was still not completely cold, even though it had been mixed seven hours
ago.  Even so, it struck a chill into her boob when she dobbed a handful of
the stuff on to the upper slope of her left one.  It was all she could do
not to cry out.

   Fortunately, Shona was making enough noise for both of them.

   "What are you moo-ing about in there?" Suzanne asked her with some
impatience.  "Can't you just spread the stuff on and be done with it?"

   "I can't reach.  I'm too big.  I can't reach the ends!"

   Suzanne snorted with disgust.  "I'm going back to bed.  I can't hang
around here while you mess about.  You'll have to finish it yourself.  Make
sure you do, now you've started.  You'll end up a horrible shape if you
leave it half done.  I'll see you in the morning." Her bare feet padded out
and the door slammed shut behind her.

   Anastasia felt a little better.  With Suzanne gone, she only had to run
the gauntlet of Shona to get back to the dorm.  And the cream felt nice,
now she was rubbing it into the flesh of her breasts.  They felt warm and
tingly, and the nipples had become erect, pressing against her palms every
time she rubbed across them.  She did it again, and was shocked to hear a
moan coming from her own mouth.  Was that me, she thought.  She rubbed more
insistently, round and round, squeezing, kneading herself.  She took two
more handfuls of cream and lashed it on, then smoothed it out and rubbed
until it was all absorbed.  Her flesh gleamed in the dim light.  Her
nipples were like twin cherries, strawberries, even.

   Panting slightly, Anastasia shuddered and stopped rubbing herself. 
Easing her thighs apart, she touched herself with her index finger, and
nearly shot off the seat.  Wow!  She touched herself again...

   "Who's that?"

   Anastasia sat bolt upright, not daring to speak.

   "Who's there?" said Shona.  "Who's in there?  I know you're there."

   Anastasia slowly stood up and opened the door of the cubicle.  She
peered out.  There was nobody in the room.  She scanned the row of
wash-basins, looking in the mirrors for signs of movement.  Nothing.  The
door creaked as she opened it still wider and stepped out into the room. 
Then she began to creep silently towards the door.  In a second or two she
would be outside Shona's cubicle door.  It was almost shut, but she could
hear Shona grunting to herself as she tried to rub the cream on to the more
unreachable portions of her giant breasts.

   Ready?  Now!

   Anastasia shot past the half-open doorway of Shona's cubicle, hearing a
squeak of fright from within.

   "Who's that?" she heard as she shot through the door into the corridor.
Seconds later, she was trembling in her own chilly bed, her breasts still
curiously warm and throbbing.  She ducked her head beneath the covers,
almost expecting to see them glowing like beacons in the darkness.



   **********

   Shona listened for several minutes before summoning the courage to prise
herself off the toilet seat and look out of the door.  Nobody.

   She sneaked along the cubicles, looking into each one.  There was nobody
there.  It was only when she reached the end one that she turned with a
shrug.  May as well carry on rubbing my tits out here, where there's a bit
more room, she thought.  That was when she saw the tub of cream in the end
cubicle.  Somebody else creaming herself?

   A bit more in this tub.  Shona dipped her fingers into the cream.  Hmm,
not too cold.  On an impulse, she took a generous handful of cream, reached
way down and sploshed it on to her left nipple.  Another on her right.  It
was much easier out her in the open.  Suzanne was a strange girl, wanting
her to rub the stuff on to her breasts in secret in case anyone saw!

   "We're all girls here," she muttered to herself as she squeezed the
cream generously around the fullness of her mammoth breasts.  It felt
great! Like nothing she had ever felt before.  Warm.  Sure, the cream was
slightly warm but it felt even warmer when she rubbed it in.  Just the
thing for a cold night, she thought.  "There!" She stood in front of the
big full length mirror and admired her reflection.  "Hey, not bad!  Seen
worse!  She turned this way and that, admiring the way her gigantic swollen
breasts swayed and rebounded, slick with cream.  Had she missed a bit
there? No, fully covered.

   With a satisfying click, she replaced the lid of the cream tub and set
off back to the dorm.  She was halfway there when she remembered she had
left the other tub of cream in the loo.

   Three minutes later, both tubs in the bottom of her wardrobe, Shona
sighed heavily as she slipped into her extra wide bed.  She had pulled her
nightie on, cool cotton over her blazing nipples.  Her breasts felt
amazing. A strange thought came to her.  They had looked so wonderful in
the big mirror.  Shona almost felt a sort of regret to be losing them.  Not
completely, but down to a mere 100 inches!  What a shame.  And they felt
tremendously tingly, and sexy!  They had never felt like this before.  With
some difficulty, Shona pushed her hand beneath the vast weight of her right
breast where it lay beside her body.  Up and across her loins, until her
impatient fingers thrust the nightdress aside and came to rest on her
pussy.

   She almost cried out in delight as her fingers found their target.  The
clock glowed in the darkness.  It was a few minutes before one o' clock.



   **********

   It was another of Moggie's meetings!  Again, we found ourselves sitting
in a row before the headmistress's desk.

   "You're looking very fit, Corinne!" Moggie smiled at her.

   "Thank you, Miss," said Corinne without enthusiasm.

   "Much slimmer," said Moggie.

   "Yes, Miss."

   Corinne didn't really believe her.  She had no reason to think she'd
lost any weight at all.  Hadn't she always been this shape?  Why was
everyone telling her she looked so fit?  We'd been through all this
earlier, as we had been dressing.

   "Everybody was telling me I'd lost weight," she had told me.  "All day
long: I was getting pissed off with it.  I was nearly starting to believe
it myself."

   "If that skirt really has shrunk, Cee, it might be an idea to get
another.  I'll measure you if you like."

   "No need for that," she sniffed.  "My waist is seventeen and my hips are
thirty.  They've been that size for ever!"

   I gazed at her out of the corner of my eye.  It would be worth trying
some of that shrink cream on my bottom half.  It could do no harm at all. A
word with Anastasia as soon as the chance came along.

   "...  do you, Chauntaille?" Moggie was always asking questions when I
was thinking about something else.

   "Yes, Miss," I guessed.

   "You what?" Moggie gasped.  Smegs, Corinne and Miss Rhys ap Llewelyn
Owen were staring at me.

   "Sorry.  I meant no, Miss!"

   "I should think not.  Thank you then, ladies.  That will be all.  Right,
no questions?  Good.  Carry on, St Cat's!"

   We filed out of the office.

   "Was that true, Shan?" Corinne asked me as we headed for the classrooms.

   "Was what true?"

   "Moggie asked you if you had ..." She stopped.  Pansy had appeared.  She
seemed agitated, hopping up and down.  Things moved generously inside her
blouse.

   "Yes, Pansy?"

   "Sorry, Miss!  Sorry, Miss Meadowlark." Pansy blushed hotly, bit her lip
and pointed her toes inwards.  "It's Anastasia, Miss.  And Shona!  Both of
them, Miss.  I think you'd better come and see them, Miss."

   Here we go again, I thought.  The First Form Sexual Chemistry Group
strikes again.  "See you later, Cee," I said.  "Lead on, Pansy, let's see
what you've done this time."

   Pansy shook her head.  "Not me, Miss.  I've been out of it.  I can't
shit, Miss!  Nurse says I've got consternation ..."

   "That seems like a logical conclusion, Pansy.  I'm sorry to hear of your
problem.  You'll find nature will eventually take its course.  The pain
will be similar to having a child.  Character building.  Anyway, what's
happened to these girls of yours?"

   "They've grown, Miss.  Substantively."

   "You don't say.  You mean Anastasia has grown back to where she was. 
She got smaller, didn't she?"

   "Smaller?  No!" She looked at me strangely.  "She's huge now.  You wait
'til you see her!"

   "I think I'd better.  What about Shona?" Shona couldn't have grown.  She
was the size of a house already.  Several houses.

   "You know her wheelbarrow, Miss?" Pansy asked, darkly.

   "It's a very nice wheelbarrow, Pansy."

   "But it's too small." We had arrived at the lab.  "They're not in here,
Miss," she said as I was about to go in.  "They daren't leave the dorm."

   "As big as that, huh?"

   "As big as that." Pansy said no more as we went up the stairs and along
the corridor to the wide door marked 'First Form - No Male Staff Without
Prior Arrangement'.

   We paused outside the door and Pansy took a deep breath.  "I hope you're
ready for this, Miss.  It's not a pretty sight!"

   "I'm ready, Pansy.  Lead the way."









   Chapter 45:- A Bit Of Love And Attention



   Pansy opened the wide dormitory door.  It swung silently on its heavy
duty hinges.  The builder had done an excellent job on this occasion.  A
strange tableau confronted us.

   Shona was still tucked up in bed.  Suzanne was sitting beside her, an
anxious expression on her face, saying something reassuring.

   "Oh, Miss," said Suzanne, getting up.  "Shona's not very well.  And
Anastasia seems to have ...  well ...  grown, Miss!"

   "Where is she?"

   "In the bogs, Miss.  She won't come out."

   Time to see her later.  For now, Shona was perhaps the more urgent case.

   "Well, Shona?  You've done it again!"

   She gave a nod.  "Yes, Miss."

   "But why?  Have you been spraying boob juice again?  Or creaming
yourself?"

   "She's been creaming herself, Miss," said Suzanne.  "Every fifteen
minutes.  She's grown as well, but not a lot.  Probably no more than half a
metre, a couple of feet, maybe."

   Bad enough, I thought.  But the other symptom was distinctly worrying.
Creaming herself every fifteen minutes?  What did Suzanne mean?  "What do
you mean, Suzanne?"

   "She's got the Uncontrollable Horniness, Miss.  It comes and goes.  It's
pretty powerful, Miss, so it's just as well her tits are so big she can't
move.  She just lies there and comes, Miss.  Have a look at her.  She's not
due for another seven minutes." With a flourish like a music hall conjurer,
she whipped back the duvet.

   I've described this problem before.  Once a girl's breasts reach a
certain size, an increase of a few pounds, or a few dozen pounds, makes
little or no difference.  Well, it does to the poor girl, of course,
especially when she wants to get out of bed to go to the loo, or wherever.
I took in Shona's newly enlarged monstrousness with a single glance.  The
cotton nightdress was stretched drum tight across her upper body.

   "What have you been putting on yourself this time, Shona?" I asked in
exasperation.

   "Reducing cream," she said numbly.

   "It doesn't seem to have worked very well, does it, dear?"

   "No, Miss."

   "Is there any of this cream left?" Nagging doubts were playing at the
edge of my mind.

   "Bottom of my wardrobe," said Shona with a nod in that direction.

   Suzanne opened the wardrobe door and took out two plastic tubs.

   "Two?" she said, looking quizzically at Shona.

   "I used some of the other tub that I found in the end toilet.  Where
Anastasia had been rubbing herself."

   "That stuff seems to have made Anastasia grow," said Suzanne, looking
puzzled.  "I didn't think there was such a thing yet!"

   I couldn't believe she just said that, but I let it pass.

   "Pansy," I said.  "Take these two tubs down to the lab and find out
what's in them.  Where did this one come from?" I held up the almost empty
tub that looked somehow familiar.  I remembered the torn label that had
once said, 'Vanilla, Chocolate and Coffee.'

   "From your room, Miss!" said Pansy, hanging her head.

   "We'll talk about that later, Pansy.  Get those things analysed straight
away.  Did you use both creams, Shona?"

   "Yes, Miss.  I used that one first, and then Anastasia's." She began to
sob.

   "All right, darling," I said.  "We'll sort it out.  Perhaps you
shouldn't have mixed the two, but it's done now.  Can you get out of bed if
we help you?"

   "I'll try, Miss.  I need a piss, Miss!"

   We helped her off the bed.  There was a big wet patch on the bottom
sheet.  "Looks as if it's too late for the loo, Sho!" said Suzanne.

   "No, that's my love juice," said Shona, blushing.  "Gosh!  All that lot
from me?  I didn't know I was such a wet girl." She stood forlornly in her
nightdress which was almost exploding.

   "How long before the next burst of Uncontrollable Horniness, Suzanne?" I
asked her urgently.

   "A minute, maybe.  She's not exactly regular, Miss.  In fact, I think
she's starting now."

   Shona's eyes had glazed over.  A trickle of spit was running down her
chin.  I watched it drip unchecked onto her breast, where it soaked into
the material.  Her mouth opened and she gave a little moan.  Shona was
trying to reach down past her breasts, but her arms weren't remotely long
enough to get past her breasts, tightly enclosed as they were.  She began
to whimper softly.

   "I can't reach, Miss," she complained.  "I need to touch myself!"

   Well, at least we knew where we stood with Shona.  No false modesty
here.

   "Touch me.  Please," Shona wailed.  "Touch my thing.  Somebody, please!"

   "Touch her thing, Suzanne," I said.

   Suzanne squatted down, her breasts squeezed against her thighs.  She
probed with an experimental finger up beneath Shona's nightdress.  Shona
gave a sort of jolt and her eyes opened wide.  "Yow!" she said. 
"Suzannnnnnnnnne!  Do that again!"

   Suzanne did it again, whatever it was.  To judge by the effect, it was
quite pleasing.  I was tempted to ask Suzanne to do it to me, too.  Shona
writhed around as if balanced on Suzanne's wriggling fingers.  Masses of
flesh were on the move inside the nightie.  I clutched Shona's hand in case
she fell over and did some damage to the furniture.  She gripped my fingers
tightly and damply.

   "Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!  Ooh!" she said, not very originally, but
it had a rhythm to it which I was beginning to find not unexciting.  I was
getting moist myself.  Suddenly, Shona's arms were around my neck, her
stupendous breasts between us like great big goatskin sacks full of hot
butter.  Like what?  I asked myself.  Great big goatskin sacks full of hot
butter?  Where had that image come from?  It was certainly quite a good
image, if you started from the premise that it was possible to make
goatskin bags as big as that, and had the means of heating such a vast
amount of butter to melting point.  A minor point, but these things have to
be considered.

   Right now, there were other things on my mind.  Despite all my
schoolteacherly instincts, I was becoming terribly aroused.  Wonderfully
aroused.  I was experiencing Uncontrollable Horniness at close range, and
the effects of Shona were rubbing off on me.  Was this a contagious form of
Uncontrollable Horniness?  A concept too ghastly to contemplate.

   Our lips met, not at all softly.  Shona's lips opened in a snarl and
sucked my tongue almost out of my head into her mouth.  It was getting
drawn almost down her throat.  She was almost swallowing my head.  Don't
struggle, Shan, I told myself, you'll only excite her.

   My arms were round her.  Not very far round, but as far as they'd go,
squashing into the yielding masses of girl flesh.  I could feel wetness
through my skirt, something soaking into my thighs, and realised that milk
was flooding out of Shona's mighty nipples.  It dribbled down on to my
knees and trickled on down my legs.  She screamed into my mouth and tore
her head free, then yelled at the ceiling.  She was shuddering, quivering
in my arms.  With a mighty rrrripppp, her nightdress split from top to
bottom at both sides simultaneously.

   Both vast breasts plunged out, much bigger now they were freed from
captivity.  At the same time, Shona's struggles began to die away.  She
heaved a few more great sighs, clutching at me spasmodically.  To my
surprise, she raised her lips to mine and kissed me with a tenderness and
sheer eroticism that finally brought me to a comprehensive climax.  Then
she disentangled herself from me and stood back, swaying slightly.

   To my surprise, or maybe not, I realised that Suzanne was still crouched
at our feet.  She had removed her hand from Shona's steaming, sopping
nether regions and was examining her fingers with interest.  She sniffed
them and nodded with deep satisfaction.

   "Fuck me, Sho," she said respectfully.  "That was your best one yet!"

   Shona shivered, and I watched the ripples run across her breasts to the
nipples, which danced up and down entertainingly, little droplets of milk
catching the light as they flew.  Suzanne reached for the nearer of the two
goatskin bags and applied her lips to the turgid nipple.  Shona's eyes
closed as slurping sounds filled the air.  I became aware of the odour of
sex, of fluids and arousal: Shona's and mine, and probably Suzanne's and
Pansy's too.

   "You still here, Pansy?" I said, in a voice not my own.

   "Yes, Miss." Both her hands were up her skirt.  I could tell she wanted
a drink of Shona-milk as well, but was too shy to ask.  What the hell, I
thought, grabbing Shona's spare breast in both hands and hauling the nipple
to my lips.  It squirted into my mouth, sweet, like melon juice.

   "Ooooooh, Miss!" It was Shona's voice, as if from far away.  "Look at my
new nightie.  My Mum will kill me!"



   **********

   We had dumped Shona's exhausted body back on her bed and covered her
with the duvet.  Pansy went off to the lab, no doubt in a state of high
arousal, Suzanne went with me to the toilets to find Anastasia.

   "There she is, Miss, in that cubicle, there.  She always goes in the
same one."

   It was the end cubicle.  Soft whimpering came from inside.

   "Anastasia," I whispered through the door.  The crying stopped, although
she said nothing.

   "Can you open the door, darling?  Come on, it's only me."

   It took almost a minute before soft rustlings came from inside the
cubicle and the lock turned.  I pushed gently on the door and it opened a
little.  Anastasia was perched, hunched on the toilet seat, her bare knees
pressed together.  Her shoulders and arms were bare.

   "Come to me, darling!"

   She looked up, tears glistening in her eyes.  Still hunched up, she
tried to stand up without revealing herself to me.  With a sudden movement,
she lunged forward and flung herself against me.  I hadn't seen her breasts
very clearly, but from here, I didn't need to.  They were obviously back,
with a vengeance.  I cuddled her to me, holding her close, absolutely
consumed with curiosity.  We backed out into the room, where Suzanne stood
watching.

   "I've brought you one of my blouses, Staze," she said thoughtfully.  "It
ought to fit you."

   Anastasia wiped a tear away and looked up at Suzanne.  "Thanks," she
whispered, reaching out a hand for the big blouse.  She held it against her
chest and looked up at me.  "Miss," she said, "would you let me put it on
in here, please?"

   "Of course you can.  We won't look." I let go of her and turned quickly
away.  Anastasia ducked quickly back into the cubicle.  Suzanne and I just
stood and looked at each other until she reappeared, her shoulders still
hunched forward, buttoning the blouse.  There was a lot of Anastasia inside
it and the blouse bulged dangerously between the buttons.  As fast as she
did up one button, another came undone.  In the end, she had to admit
defeat, but she folded her arms across her chest.  That didn't work, of
course: her arms were thrust ridiculously far out from her chest, and her
breasts were crushed against her body, trying to burst out in all
directions.

   She looked so scared, vulnerable and woebegone, I held out my arms to
her again and she came to me, a lonely little girl.



   **********

   "Well?" said Moggie.  "What's the latest news?"

   "Thanks for seeing me, Miss.  I saw Pansy and she told me there was a
bit of a problem with two of the girls, Anastasia and Shona.  Obviously
they'd been creaming themselves."

   "There's nothing wrong with that, even for First Formers.  Kids grow up
so quickly these days."

   "They'd been experimenting with sexual chemicals, Miss," I corrected
myself.  "I found Shona in bed.  She'd been trying to use the reducing
cream that worked so well on Corinne.  Unfortunately, it seems, Shona was
so big, she ran out of cream.  A pity, really." There had certainly been
enough cream there to do a job on my haunches and flanks.  "Anyway,
meanwhile, young Anastasia had decided to make her breasts bigger again,
after the shrinking cream had worked too well on her.  So she made her own
and took it in the bogs to put it on."

   "Well?  Did it work?"

   "Only too well, I'm afraid.  The usual problem.  She used fifty grams of
a vital ingredient instead of 0.5 grams.  She's down with Clit and Flaps at
the moment, getting a new bra."

   "Ah, well," sighed Moggie, "no real harm done, then?  Worse things
happen at sea."

   "They happen here, too.  Shona used the cream that Anastasia had been
using on her own chest to try and reduce it.  Not only did it make her even
bigger ..."

   "...  not Shona?  She's a wheelbarrow case already ...!

   "...  but it also combined in some way with the reducer to bring about a
new strain of the Uncontrollable Horniness.  It comes and goes with
enormous vigour every quarter of an hour.  And I can vouch for its
effectiveness.  She hugged me and it affected me, too."

   "You, getting Uncontrollable Horniness?  Chauntaille, that I cannot
believe!"

   "It's true, Miss.  I came by the pint.  And Shona was trying to eat me
alive, and she was coming in bucketfuls and spraying milk all over the dorm
..."

   "MILK?"

   "...  and Suzanne was drinking the milk and she had her hand up Shona's
..."

   "...  you'd better sit down, Shan, darling.  You're getting
over-excited."

   I slumped in the chair and Moggie wiped the sweat from my brow with her
hankie in a solicitous manner.  In an even more solicitous manner she
gently raised my skirt and settled herself between my knees on the carpet.
I regret that I had already discarded my panties on the way to the office.
In fact, I was passing a classroom and Smegs had come bursting out,
sniffing the air like a hound on the scent.

   "I thought I could smell your puss, Shan," she had said, practically
tearing the sodden garment down my unprotesting legs.  "I'll take these,
thank you!" Without a further word, she had disappeared back into the class
again, leaving me standing, legs apart, with curious girls staring at me as
they passed.

   But I digress.

   It possibly helped, not having any panties in the way, as Moggie was
able to get straight to the point with thrusting tongue and trembling lips.
I never take long at the best of times, and the morning's events had left
me in a state of some enhanced receptiveness.  It was three hours later
when we staggered to our feet and Moggie shouted to Miss Labia for some
coffee.

   "Now, then," she said, stirring her cup.  "Where had we got to?"

   "I was describing Shona's orgasm.  She'll have had a few more since
then. I left her tied to her bed just in case she ran amuck and ravished
somebody.  The girl's got it bad.  She was pretty intense."

   "You had the cream analysed?"

   "Both types, yes.  As I say, Anastasia's was incorrectly mixed.  And in
conjunction with the reducer, it seems to induce Uncontrollable Horniness.
Apart from that, there are no major problems," I concluded with some
satisfaction.

   "You say this reducer is the same cream that shrunk Corinne?  And made
her lose her memory?"

   "The same."

   "Ah!"

   "Ah?"

   "Yes.  It seemed to work, didn't it?  It made Corinne lose all the extra
bust she'd grown, and made her waist and bottom smaller as well?"

   "Of course.  You saw her, didn't you!"

   "But you haven't seen her today?  Since breakfast time?"

   "Of course not.  I've been sorting out these Juniors.  And getting
fucked by you, Miss, of course."

   "Of course.  Thank you, by the way, Chauntaille.  You are even more
fragrant and even wetter than I have ever known you!"

   I blushed prettily.

   Moggie stared at me.  "But you haven't seen Corinne?  I think you'd
better.  She's probably lying down in her room.  The nurse sent her there
in mid-morning."

   "The nurse!  What's the matter with her?"

   "It's all right.  She's fine in herself.  In fact she's getting her
memory back slowly.  But some of the effects of some of the other chemicals
are wearing off, too."

   "What's happened to her, Moggie?"

   "Let go of my throat and I'll tell you," she gurgled.  "You'd better go
and see her.  I think she's going to need a bit of love and attention!"









   Part XVI









   Chapter 46:- Corinne Makes It Big



   I sat for a moment, staring at Moggie.

   "You knew all this?  You knew that Corinne had been sent back to her
room by Nurse because she was ill.  And you didn't tell me a word of it?" I
got to my feet.  I couldn't believe it.  Moggie had known all along, yet
she had gone down on me on this very chair.  The puddle of my juices was
still seeping insistently into the carpet.  While my little Corinne was
lying at death's door; for three hours, THREE HOURS, Moggie had lapped at
my foaming moistness without so much as a word.

   I stormed out, sending Miss Labia flying as I surprised her at the
keyhole.  She clattered in an undignified sprawl across her photocopier and
a mushroom cloud of toner burst upwards from the bowels of the apparatus to
descend as fall-out on her pristine white blouse.  At any other time, I
might have felt sorry for her.

   Down the stairs two at a time, narrowly avoiding destroying a flock of
Third Formers, girls of almost painfully indescribable beauty before whom I
would normally have considered prostrating my pantie-less body; begging to
be licked and sucked and pleasured to a noisy and flooding climax. 
Angrily, I elbowed the smelly little scumbags out of my way.

   The bedroom was in darkness, the curtains drawn.  I stood for a few
moments inside the door, my eyes becoming accustomed to the dark. 
Corinne's humped form was on the bed, breathing softly and deeply.  I
tiptoed closer and sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what to do next.
Corinne decided for me.  She stirred in her sleep and her eyes opened.  I
could just see the startled whites as she looked around her.

   "Shan?"

   "Yes, my love.  Are you all right?"

   "I'm shattered," she said thickly, and worked her tongue around her
mouth.  "What's the time?"

   "Just gone two."

   "In the afternoon?" She tried to sit up, but sank back.  "Oh, yes,
daylight." She was silent for so long I began to think she'd fallen asleep
again.  "I'm beginning to remember things, Shannie.  It's horrible!"

   "Take your time." Her hand was hot where it lay on top of the duvet.  It
wrapped itself around my fingers like a little friendly animal.  "Can you
remember what happened?"

   "About growing, and getting smaller again?  Yes.  It's hard to believe,
but it's all up here in my head.  That Amy rubbed cream on me and I grew
overnight.  Amy grew as well, didn't she?"

   I nodded in the dim light.  Corinne was remembering quite a lot.

   "Then you rubbed me.  I remember that." She squeezed my hand.  "After
that - today, was it?  It's all a bit woolly still.  I daren't look at
myself, but I feel enormous."

   "You what?"

   "Shan?  You don't know?  I saw the nurse.  I must have fainted in the
classroom.  I've got bigger again, Shan!"

   I tried to see but she was beneath the covers and she clutched them to
her neck.  "No, not yet.  I have to get used to the idea first.  When I
came here to St Cat's, I wanted to be bigger, I can remember that much. 
The idea of it was fantastic, it made me excited just thinking about
getting as big as you.  Or even bigger!  But now, I'm not sure I can handle
it, Shan."

   I wasn't being much use, but I stroked her hand and she seemed to get
some comfort from it.

   "What did it feel like," I enquired, uncertainly.  "When you were ill
today?"

   "It felt funny.  Like nothing I ever felt before.  Not unpleasant,
really.  In fact, for some of the time it felt great, amazing.  Really sort
of sexy.  My nipples were buzzing, tingling, like little electric shocks,
only it kept coming and going, and there were little tingly feelings
running through my tummy, and lower down."

   "Lower down?"

   "Lower down!"

   "Golly, Cee!"

   "But it got so much I started feeling sick, it was so bad.  Or so good.
I don't know.  And I could feel my bra getting tight, and adjusting itself,
then it ran out of adjustment and just got tighter and tighter."

   "It did?" My voice wasn't working properly.  "That bra would nearly fit
*me*!"

   "I suppose you want to see?"

   Was it as obvious as that, I wondered.  With an effort, I tore my hand
out from my knickers and wiped the dribble off my chin on a corner of the
bed covers.  "Oh?  You mean, see?"

   Corinne wriggled her bottom underneath her and sat upright, although she
still kept the covers up to her chin.  She gave a little shy grin and bit
her lip.  "It's funny.  But I feel shy all of a sudden."

   "What are you wearing under there?" I asked her, making polite
conversation.

   "Nothing.  I managed to get my bra off before I got into bed.  It would
have exploded otherwise."

   "ScatBras don't explode," I told her sternly.

   "That one would've.  Look at it.  It's over there on the dressing table.
It will never be the same again, I'm afraid."

   I went over and picked up the sorry-looking bra.  It was mangled.  It
looked as though it had been used for one of those traditional tug of war
competitions where two rival villages try to pull each other into a river.
"You've made a right mess of this," I scolded her.

   "It's not my fault, Shan!"

   "You could have taken it off before it got this bad."

   "I couldn't.  It got like that in the classroom, by the time I'd seen
the nurse, and got over here, it was so tight I couldn't undo the velcro.
My tits would have gone all over the place.  I was trying to hold them in
one arm while I undid the thing with the other hand.  Anyway, what about my
feelings?  Why are you going on about my bra all the time?"

   "Because it's not yours, it's mine!"

   "Yours?  You mean ...?"

   "Yes.  Look." I showed her the bra.  "See that stain on the cup.  I
remember doing that the first day I got the bra.  I spilled some wine on
it. It's one of mine, all right.  And you've completely buggered it."

   "But that means ...  I'm bigger than you.  I can't have got that big
without noticing."

   "Even with selective amnesia that comes and goes when it feels like it?
Come on, whip those covers off and let's have a look at you!"

   I reached for the corner of the duvet and tugged hard.  Corinne resisted
for a moment, clutching the covers in both fists.  I pulled more
insistently and she looked down, away from my eyes.  Slowly, she let go,
and the duvet slipped down.  At that stage, I could have plucked it away
with a flourish like a matador's cape, but I stopped.  Already, the tops of
Corinne's breasts were revealed.  A deep cleavage was visible, apparently
bottomless.  She looked up at me, her cheeks pink, her eyes moist and
bright.  She wet her lips.

   "Don't you want to see the rest, Shannie?"

   I was choking.  Of course I wanted to see the rest, but all in good
time. What I wanted most of all was to make love to this incredible girl.
The bed creaked as I sat on the edge of it, and I noticed Corinne's
half-amused glance as she observed the undiminished size of my bottom. 
There was an inconvenient amount of breast between us as I bent my head to
kiss her lips.  She turned to meet me and our tongues flirted like old
friends.  After a couple of minutes we had to pull apart from each other,
there was far too much breast squashed between us, mine and hers.

   We adjusted our positions and kissed some more.  I would have been
content to die and go to heaven, just like this.  Thinking about it,
though, in the light of my past record, I might have been destined
elsewhere.  But I just lay beside Corinne and went with the flow.  The flow
was as copious as usual, and I could feel the trickles running down the
inside of my thighs.

   "Suck me, Shannie," Corinne whispered suddenly.

   "Do what?" I said, startled.

   "Suck my nipples, suck my breasts, I need sucking, quickly, now! 
Please!"

   It sounded pretty urgent.  I swept the duvet off the rest of Corinne's
body and crawled into a new position where I could reach her nipple.  It
seemed further down than I remembered.  She gave a sharp little cry as I
took her in my mouth, and the nipple, already quite swollen, became even
more erect and turgid as I sucked on her.  Corinne let out a great
shivering moan and ...  surely not ...  I tasted a new sweetness in my
mouth.  I sucked more, feeling the puffy shape of her areola being drawn
into my mouth.  The sweetness was more intense, and there was definitely
some liquid in my mouth now.

   Corinne's hips began to move beneath my arm where I was supporting my
weight.  Her moaning was more insistent.  "Milk me, Shan!" she whispered.

   "MILK?"

   I sat up suddenly, Corinne giving a little howl of dismay as her nipple
slipped from my mouth and her breast flopped to the bed, sharp squirts of
watery-looking milk spurting from its strawberry-sized tip.

   "MILK?" I said again.  It certainly was.  "Cee, you're giving milk,
look!"

   "I fucking know," she growled hoarsely.  "Now get back on that teat and
suck me before I burst ...!" I started to obey.  "NO!  Do the other one,
it's pouring out."

   "I can't reach it, it's too far away!" Her other breast was lying on the
bed beside her, on the far side of her body.  To get to it I would need to
climb over the nearer one.

   "Shan, get up.  Give me the left one.  You carry on with the right one
yourself.  But give me the left one, I'll suck it myself." Corinne was at
her capable best all of a sudden, and I felt my old friend Mr Spleen do a
quick triple somersault.

   After a brief moment of confusion while I worked out which was her left
and which her right, I crawled on hands and knees - my own breasts trailing
heavily on the bed - reached across and grabbed the enormous sack-like
breast, and aimed the dribbling, squirting tip in the general direction of
Corinne's eagerly reaching lips.  She seized her breast between two tiny
hands and began sucking deeply, while I resumed work on her right one,
which seemed to have plenty more milk left for me.

   "Ooooh, Cee!" I mumbled, through a mouthful of spurting tit.

   "Shannie!" Corinne gave an urgent cry and I felt her hips bucking on the
bouncing mattress as her orgasm came ever closer.  With hindsight, I can
reveal that mine was no more than twenty seconds away.  We came
tumultuously, shatteringly and loudly, even by our own exacting standards.

   It didn't end there, of course.  We continued to drink and come, drink
and come back for more, and gradually, as the milk supply was exhausted, we
sought each other's streaming girlhoods, licking and fingering each other
until at last we lay, shattered, in total abandonment.  It was some time
before I could rouse the energy to roll off her and turn myself around so
our heads were pointing the same way.

   "Wow!" I said, inadequately.

   "Wow," she agreed.  We lay for a while, breathing heavily.  "Can you
give me a hand up, Shan.  This bed needs changing."

   I lowered my feet to the floor and stood with some difficulty; then
turned round, my knees trembling, and looked down at Corinne where she was
trying to raise herself to a sitting position.

   "My God, Cee, look at you!"

   "I am, I am.  Isn't it terrible?"

   "I suppose it is, yes." Actually, from where I was, it looked just fine.
A bit improbable, but certainly quite entertaining.  I offered her a hand
and she eventually struggled to the edge of the bed, sitting there with her
breasts resting one on each side of her thighs.  The areolae and nipples
were still distended from all the sucking and milking.  "Here," I said. 
"Try to stand up."

   She managed fairly well, all things considered, and stood looking up at
me uncertainly.

   "Will I be able to walk, do you think?" she asked.

   "Not far.  And you'll need a new bra straight away, of course.  No good
trying to walk down to the bra facility.  We'll need to get Clit and Flaps
up here to measure you." Was it my imagination, I wondered, or was it only
her breasts which had grown again, grown to an unprecedented size?  Her
hips, what I could see of them, and ...  I walked round behind her ... 
yes, her hips and her waist were both as small as they had been after the
over-enthusiastic rubbing I had given her with the shrinking cream.  She
seemed to be in grave danger of snapping in half across the middle.

   "What am I going to wear?" she wailed, practical as ever.

   "You can still wear your own skirts and jeans and stuff.  I can probably
find you a top that you could just about squeeze into.  Maybe the school
still has some maternity smocks in your height.  We'll ask Clitty.  You'll
be all right, Cee!"

   "But I'm vast, Shan!  I'll need a wheelbarrow.  Moggie will go
ballistic. And I'm lactating!  How often will that be.  I'll need milking
all the time.  I can't keep asking you to suck me, can I!"

   I didn't see why not.  In fact, the very thought of anyone else doing it
made me feel deeply jealous.

   "Smegs will know," I reassured her gently.  "She has plenty of
experience of milking.  And if I'm not around, or in class, there's sure to
be some equipment you can use.  Jeremy will have a couple of heavy duty
breast pumps left over, I'm sure.  The industrial ones, or the agricultural
ones, all went down to Baps's Girl Dairy, but I'll bet he's kept some
personal milk apparatus on hand in case of emergencies.  Girls like Shona
use them, I expect.  You'll be okay!  Give me the phone, I'll get busy!









   Chapter 47:- It Wears Off Overnight



   By next morning, Corinne was ready to face the world.  Well, not the
world, exactly, but the St Cat's restaurant at breakfast time, a far more
gruelling ordeal than anything else on the planet.  Clit had responded to
my appeal for help and had come along with the biggest bra she could find
in stock.

   I recalled the scene from the night before.

   "Luckily, it's a maternity model," Clit grinned.  "We're finding these
are getting very popular lately.  There's a bit of milk about." She showed
us how to open the front of the cups, and there was a highly diverting half
hour which started when Corinne's nipples peeped out at the ends of the
bra. Clit and I were unable to resist applying our lips to them, just to
see if they still worked.  They did.

   "I'll take these wet knickers along to Miss Mountains on my way out,"
said Clit, gathering up the steaming heap of underwear.

   "Not mine, you won't!" Corinne snatched the black silk pair from Clit's
surprised fingers.  "Those things cost money!"

   "You mean you don't get them provided free?" Clit sounded horrified. 
"I'm surprised Miss Gruntworthy hasn't told you."

   My fault, was it?

   "Thirty hips?  Twenty-nine!  I'll bring you thirty-six pairs of silk, in
your style.  Same every week.  Give me your wet ones.  Don't bother going
through Miss Mountains for this.  We've got a little high class operation
going.  Nothing but the best.  Pure silk.  Not for the general export
market.  Just a Pasha somewhere in the Middle East.  He'll go ape-shit once
he gets a taste of these, Miss Meadowlark!"

   "Oh, I don't know," said Corinne.  "The thought of anyone with my
panties, doing ...  what *do* they do with them?"

   Clit looked at me.  I shrugged helplessly.  "Do they wear them?" I
guessed.

   "Wear them?  Thirty inch hips?" Clit shook her head.  "Maybe on their
faces.  How would I know *what* they want them for.  But so long as they
pay what they're paying, they are welcome.  Right, Miss, are you on?"

   "I suppose so.  Do you really want these?" Corinne held on to her
panties, despite Clit having hooked a finger into the elastic waistband. 
They stretched enticingly between them and despite myself, I found that I
was nuzzling the soggy crotch.  I couldn't have done that with a pair of
Smegs's, I thought.

   "Excuse me," I said, and withdrew my face, blushing.

   "Yes, please!" said Clit.

   "Oh, all right, then."

   "I'll send thirty-six pairs over tonight, soon as I get back."

   She'd been as good as her word.  The thirty-six pairs were in assorted
colours and patterns, but even after weeding out some of the more bilious
designs, Corinne declared that four pairs of silk knickers a day would be
an undreamed-of luxury.

   Now, with breakfast approaching, Corinne switched off the breast pump
and disconnected her left nipple.  I reluctantly let go of her right nipple
and wiped my streaming lips on a towel.

   "Smegs will go mad when she finds out," I predicted.

   "She needn't know, if we're careful," said Corinne, closing the flaps on
the bra cups to my deep sorrow.  "Is this the shirt you said might fit me?"

   "That's the one." I winced in sympathy for the shirt as Corinne shrugged
into it and began to fasten the row of tiny mother-of-pearl buttons.  The
material bulged dangerously.  Six buttons from the top, she stopped.

   "That's about as far as I can get," she said.  She tried a cautious
breath and unfastened two of the buttons.  "Wow.  I should be able to get
away with that, at least, until the milk comes in.  How do I look?" She
held her arms out to the sides but wisely decided against a twirl.

   "Unbelievable!"

   She did, too.  So did my poor shirt.  It was only a shirt, but I felt a
surge of pride in the thing, standing up to this sort of pressure without
complaint and - so far - without splitting from top to bottom.  From the
top, where it leapt out in a quite ridiculous manner in front of her chest,
revealing a cleavage tight enough to trap a five-pound note; to the bottom,
where it overhung by several inches the miniscule waist of her straight
dark navy skirt; my shirt was playing a blinder.  It would never be the
same again, for sure.

   Corinne blushed prettily.  "Do you like me like this?" she sked,
fluttering her eyelashes and melting my loins.

   "I could get used to it in time, darling!"

   "Good!  Just let me get used to it myself.  You didn't mention to Smegs
about the milk?"

   "No.  It would lead to awkward questions about your panties again.  You
know what she's like.  Jeremy said you'll probably need milking every four
hours or so.  Perhaps that explains the traditional pattern of the school
day.  Milking before classes, again at lunchtime, again after school.  Most
convenient!  It must have been arranged that way way back at the turn of
the century to avoid causing undue embarrassment to lactating girls."

   "I suppose so," she said.  "Tell you what!  I'm starving."

   "You'll have to eat enough for two now," I reminded her, giving her a
cautious squeeze as we headed for the restaurant.



   **********

   "Jeez, Pan, look at your Miss Meadowlark!"

   "Suze, she's not MY ..." Pansy caught sight of her cousin's open mouth
and turned quickly, in time to see Miss Meadowlark and Miss Gruntworthy
entering the restaurant.  "Christ!" she blasphemed.

   The cousins weren't the only ones staring.  The hall fell silent as the
two vast-bosomed teachers wobbled and bounced to the cafeteria servery. 
The sight of Miss Gruntworthy on one of her more spectacular days was
enough to bring a flush of admiration to a schoolgirl's face, but she was
totally overshadowed by Miss Meadowlark this morning.  No one was sure what
had happened.  The whole school had been agog, trying to keep pace with
Miss Meadowlark's yo-yoing dimensions, but this latest development -
literally development - had them flabbergasted.  Gobsmacked, even.

   "She's HUGE, Pan!"

   "Who's done that to her?" Shona leaned forward across the table, her
eyes alight.  A wet patch had appeared on one of the girl's cow-sized
udders.  And the other one.

   "You need milking, Sho," Suzanne pointed out, not unkindly.

   Anastasia was animated, squirming her bottom on the chair.  Her
spectacular bosom rested before her on the table, one breast sitting
heavily in a bowl of abandoned porridge.  She hadn't yet noticed.  No doubt
she would get used to them in time, and learn to keep them from doing such
things.  Meanwhile, she gazed at Miss Meadowlark in barely-suppressed
excitement.  Anastasia knew a little of the background to Miss Meadowlark's
growth.  She had, after all, helped Miss Gruntworthy with the mixing of the
reducing cream.

   "Somebody must have given her a dose of boob juice.  Either that, or
she's been creamed!"

   The others looked at her blankly.

   "Miss Gruntworthy and me, we made the reducing cream for Miss
Meadowlark, that made her all skinny a couple of days ago.  It worked
great! Look at her skirt.  Have you ever seen such a skinny waist, apart
from Lim-Bim-Xuoyung Ng's?  But she must have been pissed off that her
boobs got too small, so she had them made bigger again.  Somebody must have
made her some boob cream."

   More blank stares met hers.

   "Well?" Anastasia looked from one face to another.  "Who did it?  It has
to be one of you!"

   "Not me," said Suzanne.

   "Nor me," Pansy shook her head.

   They all looked at Shona who was inspecting the growing wet patches
round her teats.

   "What's up?" she asked.  "What, me?  Mix boob cream?  I'm staying away
from that stuff!"

   "Then who?" Anastasia bit her lip and looked at the three innocent
faces. No deception, the other girls knew nothing about any boob cream. 
Suzanne and Pansy, for that matter, were still a bit sceptical about the
very existence of such a thing.  "But if nobody's mixed anything and given
it to Miss Meadowlark or Miss Gruntworthy, you know what that means?"

   The others waited for Anastasia's great revelation.

   "It means the effect of the reducing cream is only temporary."

   "Oh, shit!" said Suzanne, looking haunted by something.

   "And worse than that ...!"

   "You mean there's worse?" bleated Suzanne.

   "When it wears off, it makes them even bigger than they were before! 
That might explain why I'm so huge now, 'cos I shrank before I got enlarged
again." Anastasia sat back from the table, stretching herself.  The other
girls looked at her with interest as she ran her little hands around the
massive curves of her swollen breasts.  A distracted expression crossed her
face.

   "Somebody might have told me I had this dish of porridge stuck to my
boob," she said crossly.

   "We thought you were saving it for later," said Pansy.

   Suzanne had gone strangely quiet.  It was such a rare occurrence, the
others looked at her in alarm.  The girl's face was deep red and she was
biting her fingernails.

   "If that's true - about them growing again after they've been shrunk -
that's terrible news," groaned Suzanne.  She buried her face in her hands
briefly.  At last, she looked up at the others.  "Last night, I went and
rubbed reducing cream on Amelia Murgatroyd."

   Pansy had gone quiet, too.  When she confessed in turn, it was in barely
a whisper.  "I went and rubbed some on Sexy Amy.  She asked me to.  She
said she was getting too big and they were getting in the way when she had
sex.  Whatever that means.  I thought sex what something we all had all the
time.  It means like being a girl or a boy.  Anyway, I told her she could
rub it on herself, but she made me do it to her.  I used half a tub on her.
I haven't seen her yet this morning ..."

   Shona was crying quietly.  The other girls looked at her in dawning
realisation.  "Sho, you didn't ...?"

   She nodded, unable to say anything.  The ends of her breasts were soaked
now, huge wet patches about a foot across.  She pointed dumbly to her
breasts and mimed a circular rubbing motion.  In a faint croak, she said,
"I rubbed some shrink on these, last night.  They're smaller, all right,
not that it really shows at all.  But now ...!"

   "What are we going to do?" Anastasia said at last.  She was secretly
congratulating herself on her decision not to try reducing herself after
her most recent expansion.  Even allowing for the tendency of her breasts
to attract dishes of cold porridge, she was overjoyed with them.  The
thought of them ever getting smaller was not one that appealed to her.  The
thought that they might get even bigger brought a strange but exciting
tingle to her front bottom, which was how she still thought of it. 
Meanwhile, for the time being, she was resigned to learning to walk all
over again.

   Anastasia thought about Amelia Murgatroyd, already a wheelbarrow case.
She thought about the wildly over-sexed Sexy Amy, whose breasts were
getting in the way during her nighttime adventures.  And she thought about
her dear friend Shona, already ridiculously overdeveloped.  "What are we
going to do?" she said again.

   "We'd better see Miss Gruntworthy," sobbed Suzanne.  "She'll know what
to do."



   **********

   Why do they always come to me?  Why do they assume I know about these
things?  The improbable quartet stood around the breakfast table.  As ever,
I found myself calculating their total bust measurement in feet.  As ever,
I disbelieved the result.  Corinne and I stared up at them.

   "You're leaking, Shona," I pointed out.

   "Yes, Miss," she said, dully.

   Nobody else said anything, and we remained transfixed, a grim little
tableau.

   "What's the problem, Suzanne," I said at last.

   "Shrink, Miss!"

   "Me?" I felt myself going pale.  Only seconds before, Corinne and I had
been discussing the effects of the reducing cream.  We had decided it was
perhaps a good thing I had not been tempted to rub any of it on my hips and
thighs.  Its effects were obviously not altogether predictable.

   "No, not you, Miss," said Anastasia, coming to the rescue.  "But it
looks as if Miss Meadowlark has been using reducing cream, Miss."

   No point in denying it, after all.  She'd helped me mix the stuff and
she knew who it was for.

   "Well, it seems to be temporary, doesn't it, Miss.  And, begging Miss
Meadowlark's pardon, Miss, it looks as if it makes your boobs even bigger
once it wears off."

   "It seems so," Corinne agreed with a heavy sigh.  I glanced at her.  She
was obviously feeling the weight of those things, and it wasn't even half
past eight in the morning.

   "That's what we thought, Miss." Anastasia took a deep breath and a
hitherto unnoticed dish of butter detached itself from the underside of her
left boob and smashed on the floor at her feet.  The other girls winced. 
"We've used reducing cream on some other girls, Miss.  Some of the ones who
were too big!"

   "Go on," I said with a feeling of doom, and we all listened as Anastasia
repeated the dread catalogue of names.  Shona sobbed quietly throughout,
getting several decibels louder as her own name was mentioned.  She was
still leaking, I noticed, the wet patches now a couple of feet across, and
drips of milk were plopping unheeded into a spreading pool on the floor.

   "Amelia Murgatroyd," said Corinne, heavily.  She's going to need a
bigger barrow.

   "And Sexy Amy," I said.  At least, Smegs wouldn't object if *she* grew a
few feet.

   "And Shona, Miss," groaned Anastasia.  "Poor old Shona!  If she gets any
bigger, she might explode!"

   Corinne and I looked at Shona with a sudden stab of fear.  I wanted to
duck down behind the table, but settled for making myself as small as
possible.  Corinne was already trying to hide behind a box of cornflakes.
Suzanne and Pansy backed away a few paces, and Anastasia came smartly round
behind me, peering at Shona over my shoulder while her new breasts squashed
themselves heavily against my back.  I supposed I would absorb the worst of
the blast when it came.

   Shona looked down at herself, as if wondering where *she* could take
cover when it happened.

   "Oh, shit, look at all this fucking milk," she wailed.  "My Mum said she
was going to kill me if I lactated all over another blouse."

   "I shouldn't worry, Shona," I comforted her.  "That blouse will be far
too small by tomorrow morning."

   She's such a cry-baby sometimes, that bloody girl.  I really don't
understand her.









   Chapter 48:- Amazing Steam



   Corinne stretched this way and that, then sighed in frustration.  "I
know they're lovely and everything, and they're so sensitive I could come
right now just by looking at them", she moaned.  "But how I'm going to get
through the day, ScatBra or no ScatBra, I don't know.  They're so huge,
Shan!"

   "And there's no way of making them smaller.  Shrink only makes them grow
bigger!" I stared at them, wondering if I could make Corinne come just by
looking at them.  She bit her lip and looked away, her hand straying to
what Anastasia would perhaps have called her front bottom.  Amazing as it
seemed, my staring at Corinne's breasts hard enough seemed to have
triggered an orgasm.  Unfortunately, it appeared to be hers.  I resolved to
try this out again later.  Meanwhile, we had classes.

   "It's no use adding more counterbalance weights," she said, supporting
some of the weight with an arm while she tugged a shoulder strap into a new
position.  "They're so heavy, they're nearly cutting my shoulders off.  I
suppose some well-meaning people might suggest I should do exercises to
build up my muscles.  They don't seem to realise that these tits are fifty
times the normal size."

   I held her from behind and she rested her cheek against mine.  "Make me
better, Shannie," she said softly.

   "If only we could make them lighter ..." I mused.

   "I'm not having anyone attacking them with knives ..."

   "I wasn't thinking about cutting you about, Cee." The very thought made
me feel ill.  "I was just wondering.  They're made of heavy stuff.  If that
stuff wasn't so heavy ...?"

   Corinne turned to face me, and there was a massive collision of breasts.
We staggered away from each other, gasping for air.

   "Is this just an idea, Shan?  Or have you done any work on this?  I
mean, if they only weighed half what they weigh now, they'd be fantastic!
Just think, all this tit, and all this sensitivity, and that lovely
horrible full feeling when the milk comes in, and the sheer sensation of
the let-down ...  wow!  It would be ...  But what's the use?  There's
nothing we can do.  I'm stuck with these things unless I get some bastard
surgeon to hack them off."

   "Darling!" I held out my arms to her, and we carefully hugged each
other. "It was just an idea, pet, but there may be something in it.  I was
thinking of getting the First Form Sexual Chemistry Group to look into it
some time ago."

   This could be the answer.  My little bestest friend and lover was
suffering from a pair of the biggest breasts in the world, attached to the
most petite frame imagineable.  I had to help her.  Our lips met in a warm,
wet kiss.  We both sighed deeply.  "Come on, sweetness.  Let's go and teach
these kids some of the facts of life.  Who have you got this morning?"

   "Fourths," she groaned.  "The bra sizing system.  As if it mattered to
this lot.  Most of them are custom sizes anyway, yet I still have to teach
them how to measure themselves for a 34B."

   "It's an area of deep mystery and ignorance, Cee!  At least, St Cat's
teaches its girls the rudiments of the system so they can advise other
women they meet as they go through life.  And men."

   "Men?  Tell me about it.  They all think I wear a 120DD!"

   "Well," I said.  "I've got two lots this morning.  I have to divide
myself between Fifth Form Positions in Sexual Congress (Advanced) and the
First Form Sexual Chemistry Group."

   "Advanced positions?" Corinne's eyes were glowing.  "How advanced is
that?"

   "Pretty advanced.  They're quite imaginative.  All I need to do is make
a suggestion or two and they're off and running.  Still, I must dash.  Got
to hand out the strap-on cocks.  Funny thing, there's never any argument
about who is going to wear them.  They always seem to divide themselves up
into couples even before I arrive to start the lesson.  Last week, I was
three minutes late and the entire class was quietly getting on with its
work.  It restored my faith in modern youth."

   "Golly, I wish I could have seen them!"

   "Well, to be fair," I said.  "They were getting on with their work, but
they weren't showing a great deal of imagination.  I counted at least six
Missionary couples and four straight Doggies.  But that's not the point. 
They got on with what they were doing, and as they finished, two by two,
they rolled over and said, 'Good morning, Miss Gruntworthy!' Their big dewy
eyes, the musky smell of their wet sex.  They're really good girls."

   "They sound lovely.  But these strap-on cocks.  I've never seen one.  I
was wondering ...?"

   "Corinne!  I am disgusted!  And it wouldn't work for us.  How would we
ever decide which of us was going to wear it?  They're very good, though.
The Mark VII model actually *comes*!"

   "It does?"

   "I wish I had time to tell you the whole story.  It wasn't developed
here, but the designers - actually it was a Welsh girls' school where Miss
Rhys ap Llewelyn Owen used to teach - decided we had the capability to
develop and manufacture it."

   "Gosh!  And do we market it?"

   "Not yet.  It's a hell of a job.  The Mark VII comes, but sometimes it
comes far too soon.  Sometimes it doesn't come at all, and goes all soft
and floppy.  What sort of girl would want to buy a cock like that?"

   "I don't know," murmured Corinne.  "A lot of them do."



   **********

   "We'll ask her when she comes in," said Suzanne.  "She's got Fifth Form
Fucking first."

   Pansy gave a stir to a bubbling beaker.  A cloud of heavy vapour rolled
over the brim and settled on the bench top in a swirling fog.  Papers
curled up at its touch.  "I don't see that it could work.  It's a great
idea, sure, but how could we turn fat into something not as heavy.  Without
surgery.  You want to make a sort of cream a girl could rub on, and her
boobs would stay the same size but get lighter?"

   "It was only a thought.  Just to see if it's possible." Suzanne studied
the rolling cloud of vapour which had spread over the edge of the bench and
was trickling down her legs.  It tickled, strangely.  "What is that stuff
you're mixing, Pan?"

   "I don't know," Pansy admitted.  "Anastasia got me to help her finish it
off while she went to see the nurse about her periods.  She says it's
called Lube."

   "Lube?"

   "It's for rubbing on your pussy when you feel like fucking.  She wanted
to call it JY Kelly."

   "Why?"

   "Dunno.  It's just a name."

   "No, not the name, although it's pretty stupid.  Why do you need Lube to
fuck?"

   "I suppose the boy spreads it on his nose so it slips in easier.  Don't
ask me.  Fucking's over-rated, if you ask me."

   "You can't be doing it right, then.  Did Staze say she was going to try
it out for herself?  She's a quiet one, you can never tell what she might
do.  In fact ..." she looked around the lab and lowered her voice.  "I bet
she's gone to the nurse to get put on the pill.  She's got these huge tits
and now she thinks boys are going to be crawling all over her to get
fucked. And this Lube stuff is for *her* to use."

   Pansy noticed the cloud of vapour for the first time.  It had surrounded
Suzanne's legs like a shroud, clinging and eddying.  It had stained her
white socks a vivid yellow and was trying to force its way up her brief
skirt.

   "Golly, Suze," she said.  "Look at that steam!"

   Suzanne had slightly parted her legs and the Steam appeared to sieze its
opportunity, rolling in creamy folds in between her meaty thighs.

   "Bloody hell, Pan!" she cried.  "Oooh, it tickles!  OOOOOooooooooh!"
Suzanne, red-faced and panting, sank back against the bench, clutching at
herself.  "What was that?" she asked weakly.

   "I think you just had one of those organisms, Suze.  This Steam did it.
It got between your legs.  Gosh!  It's good stuff." She had hoisted her
skirt to her waist and was following the cloud of vapour around the lab,
trying to straddle it with her thighs.  Other girls watched her in
amazement as she pranced around.  Sadly, the cloud of Steam seemed to have
lost interest in girls.

   Pansy returned to her cousin, frustrated.

   "Stop touching yourself, Pan," said Suzanne, sternly, "you'll get
spots."

   "I don't care," said Pansy.  "I want some of that stuff." She stirred
the beaker with vigour, but it was apparently a spent force.  "Fucking
thing," she snarled.  "Typical!"

   "Have you seen Sexy Amy since breakfast," asked Suzanne, to change to a
less delicate subject.

   Pansy was still fondling the crotch of her white St Cat's panties in a
jaded way.  At last, she admitted defeat and lowered her skirt to
mid-thigh. "No," she said.  "Perhaps she's sick.  Whatever, if the shrink
did work, she'll be smaller this morning.  If she gets bigger again, it
will be later, like this afternoon.  Same as Amelia Murgatroyd.  Have you
seen her?"

   "Only from a distance.  She was walking!  There was her and a bunch of
other girls from the Fifths, and Amelia didn't have her wheelbarrow with
her.  So she must have shrunk.  They were going to Miss Gruntworthy's
Fucking Class, so maybe she'll be able to tell us when she come in.  But
talking of shrink, where's Shona?"

   "She had a nail in her tyre.  She said she was seeing Jeremy to get it
pumped up.  Can you imagine how uncomfortable it must be, driving your
wheelbarrow over rough ground with a flat tyre.  It must be really
painful!"

   Suzanne touched her breast abstractedly as she considered the thought.
She was still recovering from her recent affair with the cloud of horny
Steam, wondering if it had really happened.  "It will be a whole lot more
painful by this afternoon, when her tits have grown again.  They were a
tight fit in that barrow as it was!"



   **********

   Of course, I was late for the Fifth Form Fucking class, although I
shouldn't really call it that.  It would be terrible to think that the
girls might call it such a horrid name.  It was Corinne's fault I was late.
She kept asking questions about the strap-on cock.  She even wanted to know
what size they were, as if it mattered!

   "It can't be unimportant," she said, "how big are they?"

   "They're all sizes.  From so big ...  right up to ...  this size."

   "But what about the average size?"

   "Cee, they're ALL average sized!" Sometimes I begin to wonder if she's
as intelligent as she pretends to be.

   I told her that usually the less gifted girls tended to go for the
bigger ones, while the brighter girls just took what came.  But she still
kept asking questions about the size of the stupid things, until I got
quite snappy with her and made an excuse to leave.

   As I knew they would be, the girls had quietly got on with their work.
It was encouraging to see that some of them were putting into practice the
positions they had learned the week before.  I strolled round the
classroom, giving encouragement and advice, patting a shapely bottom here,
caressing a plump breast there.

   "Excellent finish, Jessamine.  Nice to hear really smooth panting like
that." The girl in question blushed prettily.

   "Amelia!  I scarcely recognised you.  You're so slim!  Been working
out?"

   "A bit, Miss," she admitted, shamefaced, then she brightened.  "Most of
it was down to the cream young Suzanne rubbed on me.  Overnight, I lost
pounds!"

   "You look great on it, my dear.  Well, carry on fucking, or whatever you
were doing."

   Amelia wasn't very good at it, unfortunately.  She seemed to lack
co-ordination in her lower limbs.  Her partner's strap-on appendage kept
slipping out in a manner which, in real life, would have been too painful
to contemplate.  It was a cue for me to slip out of the classroom and make
my way to the lab.  A chance to discuss a means of making fat lighter.  I
would sow the seeds and let them ripen in the fertile minds of the First
Form Sexual Chemistry Group.



   **********

   The girls seemed excited about something.  They were all talking at
once.

   "How's Amelia, Miss?" Suzanne wanted to know.

   "I've got to go on the pill, Miss," said Anastasia.

   "My Mum's going to kill me again, Miss," said Shona.

   "I've made some great Steam, Miss, it gives you organisms," said Pansy.

   Although Pansy's revelation seemed potentially the most interesting, I
decided to take questions in strict rotation, clockwise from Suzanne,
easily the loudest.

   "I was wondering about Amelia Murgatroyd, Miss.  Has she shrunk?"

   "Yes, she has, Suzanne, and she looks very well on it, although perhaps
we ought to reassess the situation later today.  You had a question,
Shona?"

   "Not a question, Miss.  I said my Mum was going to kill me again, if I
ruined another blouse with milk, Miss.  Well, I have.  The milk's made it
shrink."

   "That may be true, Shona.  Or it may mean that you have started to get
bigger already.  I would be prepared to take your blouse off if you want to
avoid ripping it to shreds.  Not that it will be much use to anyone else, a
blouse as big as yours.  Anastasia, what did you say?"

   "Nurse says I have to go on the pill, Miss!  She says if I'm going to
get laid every night, it might be better if I didn't keep getting
pregnant."

   "I can't fault Nurse's reasoning, Anastasia, but her moral stance is
questionable.  I am not sure that an eleven-year-old girl, even one with
your undoubted physical attributes, ought really to be getting laid every
night."

   "Oh, Miss!" Anastasia sounded so crestfallen I almost relented.

   "What about you, Pansy?"

   "I was mixing Anastasia's JY Kelly ..."

   "Anastasia's what ...?"

   "Her Lube, Miss.  It was while she was away seeing Nurse, and all this
Steam came out and went up Suze's skirt and gave her an organism, Miss.  I
tried to get it to do it to me, but it would only work once."

   "You never told *me*, Pan," said Anastasia, aggrieved.

   "You never asked.  You were too busy talking about getting laid."

   "Well, that was my Steam, you had no right giving it to your cousin."

   "I wouldn't have given it to her if I'd know what it was going to do. 
And anyway, it was the Lube you wanted, not the Steam.  Steam is a
by-product.  And you've got the Lube, in that beaker."

   Anastasia dipped a finger into the beaker and inspected the greasy
deposit.  She sniffed it cautiously before swiftly raising her skirt and
diving into the dimmest recesses of her underwear.  An expression of deep
content came over her face, her nipples became noticeably erect and her
glasses steamed over.

   "Bloody hell!" she said.  I was tempted to try some of that myself but
remembered my position.  I was forced to watch helplessly as the other
three girls each took a finger-full and followed Anastasia's example. 
"Sorry, Miss," said Anastasia with regret.  "There's none left for you. 
You'd take loads of it, anyway, being so big."

   "My clit's not big," I pouted, and I was on the verge of going into one
of my sulks when I realised that we could always mix some more.  "Mix some
more, Pansy," I ordered.  "Ten times as much as last time."

   Pansy willingly set to work and I resolved to keep a close eye on the
proceedings so as not to miss the arrival of the Steam.

   "Now, Suzanne," I said as soon as the others were busy.  "I've got an
idea I'd like the group to work on." And I explained in broad and simple
terms about the new Lite fat.  Suzanne seemed to catch on surprisingly
quickly.

   "I already started working on it, Miss!" She showed me several pages of
scribbled notes.  "I stopped working on it when Shona's shrink started
working.  Do you want me to carry on?"

   "Yes, please, Suzanne.  Consult with me at every stage, and don't go
testing it on anyone, even Shona.  Especially Shona," I said, noticing that
Shona had already removed her blouse and was inspecting the various
fastenings of her immense bra with apprehension.  It creaked ominously as
she breathed.  I made my way round behind one of the stouter benches and
cowered down.  Around the lab, other girls were putting away glassware and
opening windows to let out the blast when it took place.

   I knew I should be setting a good example to the girls, but on the other
hand, it would be better if I survived the explosion to render first aid
and bereavement counselling to the survivors.  On hands and knees behind
the bench, I continued to brief Suzanne on the subject of Lite.

   "A nice, easily-applied cream would be best," I said, "and don't make it
too strong.  Better it should take ten small applications than one.  Good?
Carry on."

   Suzanne, Pansy and Anastasia seemed oblivious to the fast-expanding
Shona, who was now alone in the middle of the lab.  The cups of her bra
were cutting deeply into the creamy whiteness of her flesh.  "Undo it! 
Undo the bra!" I urged her, but she seemed unable to move a muscle to help
herself.

   Meanwhile, Pansy was stirring the Lube mixture, and clouds of vapour
were starting to roil up out of the depths of the big beaker.

   "Here it comes," shouted Pansy in excitement, and she hoisted her skirt
up round her waist.  Anastasia followed suit.  Suzanne cackled wickedly and
did the same.  Viscous vapour came pouring and surging out of the beaker,
flowed across the bench and poured liquidly over the edges.  The girls
applied their nether regions to the vapour in quite disgracefully lewd
manner, elbowing me rudely out of the way as I tried to get my share.

   There was no need to worry.  Pansy had mixed enough for all of us.  Four
female voices rang out in different keys as we orgasmed luxuriously.  The
class looked on in envy, especially at their teacher, who was well-known
and respected for her multi-orgasmic capability.

   "Bloody hell," I shuddered, minutes later.  "Give me the formula for
that stuff, at once."

   I was so shattered by my ordeal that I was too late to grab a
finger-full of the residue and apply the soothing balm to my engorged and
quivering thingie.  As a result, I was still shuddering, on hands and
knees, contemplating a further orgasm just for old times' sake, when a
shadow fell across the light.  I looked up and received a spray of
girl-milk in my face.

   "Ooops, sorry, Miss.  I didn't see you under there.  I didn't actually
explode, Miss, see?"

   Shona sounded happy not to have exploded.  The other girls seemed
pleased, too, emerging from cover with giggles and catcalls of relief.

   "I've stopped, Miss.  I think this is as big as I get!"

   Shona stepped back a few yards until she could see me on the floor in
front of her.  Milk was jetting from her nipples in two little sprays,
arcing through the air to splash on the floor.  More milk was dribbling
down her purple-brown areolae, trickling on to the huge curves of the
undersides of her breasts, then forming streams down her thighs, round the
insides of her knees and down her calves to flow over her socks.  Her shoes
were already overflowing, I noticed.  A dreadful waste.  It was as well
Smegs wasn't here to see it.

   "You'd better see if anyone wants your wheelbarrow, Shona," I said. 
"You'll never get into it now."

   She began to realise what I was saying.  "Oh, Miss.  It was such a
lovely wheelbarrow."

   "Never mind, darling.  You've still got your friends.  You need your
friends at a time like this.  And you're going to need at least six friends
to carry those things.  Three each side.  Get them to take you down to the
bra facility, and have a new blouse made while you're there.  But I'm very
much afraid your Mum's going to kill you."









   <End Part XVI>