RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 15:- Lucy's New Clothes


 
 
  Mrs Danby knocked on the bedroom door, then listened. All was quiet inside.
"Bless them, the little sweeties. They've fallen asleep." She opened the door cautiously. "No wonder they're asleep, the little dears have been up all ... golly!"
Lucy looked up from what she was doing.
"Hi, Mrs Danby! I'm eating Lynnie. We're being lezzies. All of us!"
"So I see! I wondered if you'd finished yet. I mean, if you'd finished choosing a style for your bra."
"I've finished three times, Mrs Danby," Lucy claimed proudly. "Lynnie's only finished twice so far, but she's looking good. I don't know about the other two. They're busy."
The other two had paid no attention at all to Mrs Danby coming in. They were very busy indeed.
Lynda had opened her eyes and stopped inhaling Lucy. She had a mouth full of curly hairs. Whether she was twenty or ten, Lucy had not been at the back of the queue when the nether regions were handed out. Apart from all that raw meat, she was also blessed with a profusion of pubic thatch. It was blonde, but there was still plenty of it, fine and silky.
"Can we carry on later, Mrs Danby?" Lucy wanted to know.
"Your mistress will probably want you to go back to work, dear. But now you know how to do it, I'm sure you'll find plenty of other girls to play with." What am I saying, Mrs Danby thought.
"Good, I'll get off, then." She sat up abruptly, almost squashing Lynda's nose, then climbed off the bed and stood there scratching her crotch with a preoccupied expression. "You coming, Lynnie? Mrs Danby's going to measure me."
Lynda was coming all right. But she still got off the bed and followed little Lucy downstairs into the workroom.
"What style did you want, dear?" Mrs Danby had rescued the book from the bedroom. Luckily, the pages were laminated with a wipe- clean plastic film.
"That one, please!" Lucy pointed to her choice. "But I want my nipples to stick out the ends. They're not so bad at the moment ..." they were, in fact, only just over an inch long "... but when I get really hot, they poke out here somewhere."
"I'd noticed, dear. Well, they stick out now you don't wear a bra, so it won't be much different. It will just stop you bouncing so much."
"Good. When that nice policeman was chasing me, they were nearly giving me black eyes." She hopped up and down a couple of times to demonstrate. When she stopped, her breasts continued to jiggle monstrously for about twenty seconds. Lynda let out a long, moaning sigh. She was in the armchair with her legs apart. Lucy whispered to Mrs Danby. "I think Lynnie just finished."
"I'll need to air this whole house after you lot have gone. Right, come over here under the light, and stand still. How tall are you?"
"Dunno. I think I've stopped getting taller, though." Mrs Danby placed a ruler on top of Lucy's head, and lined it up with a scale on the wall.
"You are an inch and a half less than the bottom of the scale. That's four feet, four and a half inches. Right, hop up on the box."
Lucy hopped up on the box, then steadied her breasts with both hands. Mrs Danby threaded the tape around her hips.
"I think a shower would be a good idea, young lady," she said as she bent slightly to take the girl's hips measurement. She restrained herself with difficulty from touching those fascinatingly pendulous pussy lips.
"Sorry, Mrs Danby," said Lucy in a voice of almost abject misery. "Mrs Grummit is always telling me to shower, too. It's sex that does it."
Mrs Danby measured Lucy's hips again, twice, checking the tape each time. "Twenty-seven," she said at last, without conviction. "Now your middle. Golly! Is there something wrong with this tape measure?" She tried again. "It's even less this time!" Mrs Danby stood back and looked at Lucy, then shrugged and measured her waist again. "Fifteen and a half," she announced disbelievingly.
Lynda moaned again.
"Shit, I don't believe that, either!" The tape was around Lucy's chest, beneath her breasts. "Although I suppose it is in proportion to the rest of you! Which is more than you can say for these things." She busied herself for a moment, completing a lap of the box to check that the tape was properly in position all round.
"They're really growing, Mrs Danby," Lucy assured her enthusiastically. "Maxwell says they're getting bigger every day. For a long time, he could get his hands round them. Then he couldn't even get one in both hands. And look at them now!"
"For God's sake, girl, keep still. How am I supposed to measure you with them bouncing around like that?"
"Sorry." Lucy stopped hopping up and down with excitement and Mrs Danby replaced the tape around the fullest part.
"There! I haven't included anything extra for your teats, dear, since you're leaving them sticking out. You're forty-nine inches!"
"Is that good?" asked Lucy anxiously.
"It depends what you mean by good. It's certainly big. In fact, it's ginormous, but we knew that already, I suppose. As if it mattered, you're about a 26-W cup. Okay, down you get, and let me get on. I suppose it wouldn't do any harm if you went back to the bedroom with Lynda. Better than having you stinking out my workroom."
"Wheeee! C'mon, Lynnie! Mrs Danby says we can go back to bed!" Lucy bounced down off the box and pranced across to her new girlfriend, who leapt up to accompany her up the stairs.
The other occupants of the bedroom had not been idle while Lucy and Lynda had been away. Two tousled heads and flushed faces lay side by side on the pillow. The duvet was heaped in a vast mound over Donna's mountainous bosom. Lucy was nonplussed and indignant.
"The greedy buggers," she whined, prodding at Mount Donna with a petulant finger. "How are we going to get in there?"
"Come on, Luce!" Lynda took her little hand and pulled the girl away. "Let's go back downstairs. Or maybe there'll be another bed we could use."
"Another bed?" Lucy brightened instantly. "Yeah! She must have another one somewhere. We could have a bed all to ourselves. Just for us!" Lucy led the way, chattering happily. "I've got my own room at the big house, but the bed's only a little narrow thing. I wonder if they'd let me have a wider bed. Then I could fuck Maxwell, or ... or ... anybody! Or even better, I could have a girlfriend! Where do you live, Lynnie?"
Lynda's ears were getting numb. She had to restrain her heavily- swaying breasts as she followed Lucy along the corridor, watching the tiny, pink, naked and overwhelmingly top-heavy creature as she boldly opened doors and looked into each room, assessing the possibilities of each for girl-sex. So far, she had rejected a box room full of boxes, a bathroom and an airing cupboard. All Lynda wanted was to get a juicy faceful of Lucy again, and soon.
"How about this one?" Lucy paused at the door, then went inside. She gasped and stood like a child in wonder. "It's got curtains," she breathed.
Lynda whispered, "It's a four-poster."
"Is it? It is a bed, though?"
"Course it's a bed."
"What are we waiting for, then?" Lucy stepped forward and poked her head through the curtain. Lynda was unable to resist getting closer to her, and she felt a thrill as her dangly breasts slipped easily to each side of Lucy's bottom. The girl pulled her head back out and looked up at Lynda, her eyes shining.
"There's already someone in it! But there's stacks of room. Are you coming in?" For the first time, Lucy seemed to notice the presence of Lynda's breasts surrounding her. "Aren't your nipples small!" she observed, grabbing one and hauling it up for inspection, with its breast still attached. "Oooh, look, it's all stretchy!"
"Ouch!" Lynda squeaked. Then she realised Lucy had cast aspersions on her best feature. No fifteen-year-old could allow such a thing to pass unchallenged. "And they're not small. It's yours that are too big. Look at them!" She grabbed a convenient Lucy nipple and tweaked it vigorously.
"Ooh, I love it when people are rough with them," she giggled, and turned to rub her breasts against Lynda's tummy. "You're nice," she said. "I think I love you!"
Lynda hugged the fragile yet somehow robust little body to her.
"Come on," said Lucy, "I think I'm going to squirt again soon." She took Lynda by the hand, ducked through the curtains, and scrambled up on to the bed.
"What the fu ..." protested a decidedly male voice.
"Maxwell! Not you?" Lucy sounded acutely disappointed.
"Who do you bloody well think it is? What do you want?"
"I want to use this bed with my girlfriend. I'm horny. We both are."
"You can't come in here, I'm busy!"
"It's big enough! And anyway, I'm your fiancée!"
On the far side of the bed, a mountainous form erupted, and Charlotte's cultured voice complained, "for Christ's sake, Maxwell, let them in. We won't get a minute's peace until you do."
"Madam?" Lucy bleated.
"Who else would it be? Are you getting in or what? If not, go and find a bed of your own."
"They're all full." Lucy snuggled down in the big warm bed, stretching deliciously. Lynda hesitated.
"Who have you got with you?" Charlotte asked. "Is it Jacqui?"
"No, Jacqui's playing lezzies with Donna."
"Who is it then?" Charlotte sat up, her breasts blocking out the light. "Oh, it's you. Don't stand there all day, girl. Get in. Your fiancé is resting at the moment, so he'll be no use for a while. You'll have to make your own arrangements."
Lynda wasn't waiting for a written invitation. Lucy was going to squirt again soon.
 
 
  "We should have had breakfast first. I told you I was starving."
"We can have it later. What's the time?"
Debbie rested on one elbow, feeling her breast hanging heavily against Geoff's warm, hard body. She cupped the end of it like a fire hose and rubbed the nipple against his throat and chin. "Nearly twelve o' clock. I am hungry. What do you fancy?"
"Scrambled eggs on toast. Perhaps a tomato or two. A few rashers of bacon. Mushrooms ..."
Debbie punched him hard to make him stop. "You can get your arse out of bed and make it then. And the best of luck to you. There's nothing in the cupboard but beans. And I'm ravenous, now. Come on, up!" And she leaped out of bed and twitched the single sheet off Geoff's naked form. "Stop trying to hide it, your hands aren't big enough." He turned over and lay on his stomach, and Debbie playfully mounted him, bouncing up and down, feeling her nipples harden as they made intermittent contact with his muscular back. Straddling him like that, she was aware of her moistness. She could smell herself down there. She lay down, letting her hair trail up his back until she could kiss the back of his neck. Her breasts squeezed against his warm skin. "Another shower, both of us, then I'll make you some lunch. Got to keep my man's strength up!"
Geoff closed his eyes and delighted in Debbie's soft warmth. My man.
The phone trilled, shattering the moment. Debbie considered leaving it, letting the answering machine take a message, but the ringing went on and she picked it up.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Duncan. I thought you'd given us the day off. Oh, I see. How urgent?"
Debbie rolled off Geoff, who turned over and sat up in the bed, watching her anxiously. She touched the tip of his nose with a finger and spoke to Duncan again.
"Of course not. You naughty man! Not really, no." She broke into a long giggle, during which she took her left breast in her hand and traced patterns with the nipple on Geoff's thigh. "You do? Oh, Duncan!" She squashed her nipple against his stiffening member, then leaned across to brush her lips against his. Geoff was instantly fully erect, and Debbie's eyes lit up.
"Well, no, tomorrow, I'd thought. Yes, in the morning, the usual time..." Her warm fist stroked him gently, the way he had showed her: not gripping too tightly, not jerking, not pinching the soft skin, not scratching with her nails. "I'm not! I'm in bed, of course. You should see me. We could get a video phone..." Her movements became faster, softer, her touch like a feather. She kissed his cheek again, traced the corner of his mouth with her tongue.
"Debs!" Geoff whispered urgently, groping for the warm, bursting fullness of her soft breast.
"I am, too. Surely you can manage, Duncan!" She pouted like a spoilt child, but still kept up her gentle, insistent, delicious wanking. Geoff's hand had found her: she clenched her thighs together, then suddenly parted them so his fingers slid into her hot wetness. She writhed, her hips tossing restlessly. "Oh, all right, then. In that case, yes. No, speak to him yourself!"
And she handed Geoff the phone.
"NO! Debbie!" Too late. Like the man on the quiz show, he had started, and so he would finish. The phone lay on the bed, squeaking to itself. "Geoffrey? Geoffrey?" Meanwhile, Debbie's mouth had surrounded and engulfed Geoffrey, her throat working as she swallowed.
Well, she'd said she was hungry.
 
 
  Mrs Danby came upstairs with a tray of mugs.
"You've all had an exhausting night, I thought you'd like a cup of tea!"
"Oh, thanks, Mrs Danby," said Donna. "I don't know if Jacqui likes tea, though." She took a sip, then chased a stray pubic curl across the surface before hooking it out with a fingernail.
"She doesn't know what's good for her, that girl."
"Oh, I think she does!"
"She'll have to get up, anyway. The babies want changing." Mrs Danby looked round the room as if noticing something for the first time. "Just the two of you in here? I thought Lynnie and young Lucy came back up here after I finished measuring her for a bra."
"Not seen them,"said Donna dreamily. "We were pretty busy in here, though!"
"Wretched little sluts. I shall tell your mother all about this when I see her." She picked up her tray and backed out of the door. "I suppose I'll find them in the airing cupboard. Honestly, they couldn't keep their hands off one another. That's why I sent them upstairs, they were making me horny!"
"Oh, Mrs Danby!" Donna gasped in a shocked voice.
A row of four faces greeted Mrs Danby from the pillows of the four-poster.
"Ye gods! If the Devil could cast his net ... how did you four all end up in here?"
"Maxwell's my fiancé," Lucy pointed out. She suddenly jerked the bed covers down, revealing her absurdly erect nipples and about a third of Lynda's long, stretch-marked breasts.
"So you keep reminding us. Well, you can get up. I need you to try this bra on for size."
"What, already?" Lucy scrambled out, crawling straight across Maxwell's body. He was unprepared, and doubled up in pain. Charlotte and Lynda bent over his body anxiously. Lucy was oblivious. "Come on, I want to try it on. I'm a 26-W, ma'am," she squealed respectfully at Charlotte. "And I'm having a bra with no ends, so my nipples can poke out through my blouses." She took one and pulled hard, stretching it to about six inches. Lynda winced at the mere sight of it.
Still chattering, she took Mrs Danby's hand and led her out of the bedroom.
"How old did you say she was, Maxwell?"
"Twenty, ma'am. She does have a W-cup bust, ma'am."
"Mine are miles bigger than hers," Lynda reminded him, "and I'm only fifteen."
Maxwell's hand had been straying over to Lynda's side of the bed, searching for her rude bits. He jerked it away as if he had been electrocuted.
Lynda pouted. "Nearly sixteen," she muttered. "Shit! Why can I never get any of the action?"
 
 
  "I can't see anyone following us." Maggie peered into the mirror. "We've been doing a hundred and twenty ever since we reached the motorway. I think we've lost them." She eased off the power and dropped to a leisurely ninety. It felt as if they were standing still.
In the back seat, Kay was able to relax various muscles. "Could we stop at the next services, do you think?" she asked. "I need a pee."
"If you can hold out another twenty minutes. We just passed one a minute ago."
"I'll try." Kay lapsed into an uncomfortable silence.
"We can probably have a bite to eat," said Rick. "And I'll call the car hire people and tell them they can have their car back. Wow! I feel as if we've been on the run for weeks. All these police and television crews. We'll remember our honeymoon, all right. Both of them."
"So will I," said Maggie. "Where would you like to go to, when we get back home?"
"I don't think I want to go home just yet," Kay said. "Our honeymoon keeps getting cut short. I wonder if your mum could put us up for a few days, dear. Just to unwind for a while."
"Sounds good. If she'd have us. She's been fairly quiet lately. She might welcome a couple of friendly faces round the house."
 
 
  "There, dear. I've only made you one bra, in case you grow some more. But this one's a perfect fit, even though I says it myself."
Lucy gave a trial hop, then began leaping up and down, trying to make her breasts bounce. They jiggled a bit, but the only movement was of her nipples, which had expanded almost obscenely, and were flopping up and down like broken fingers. Her areolae had puffed up quite splendidly, too, and were oozing out of the ends of the bra cups. It reminded Mrs Danby of those bags used by cooks for piping cream on to desserts.
"Oh, dear," she said worriedly. "I'm not sure it was a good idea cutting the ends off like that, Lucy. I made the holes too big and your puffers are trying to get out."
"It looks all right to me," said Lucy, studying herself in the mirror and tugging at her left nipple. "This one doesn't stick out as much as the other. There. That looks better, doesn't it?" She looked anxiously at Mrs Danby for approval.
Mrs Danby smiled. "You look lovely, dear. How about putting some clothes on now?"
"Can't I show Maxwell first? He is my fiancé, after all. And Lynnie, and my mistress, and Donna and Jacqui, if they're awake. Mrs Danby?"
"Yes, dear?"
"What is a fiancé? Does it mean someone you do sex with?"
"Usually, these days." Mrs Danby sighed.
"Ooh, good! That means Lynnie's my fiancé, too! When we all go home, I'll get some more fiancés. You can have as many as you like, can't you? I want to do sex with everybody. Especially now I've got my new bra on. My nipples stick out so far, they make me feel really horny. Not everybody. I don't want to do sex with you, Mrs Danby! You're too nice."
"Oh, good! Tell you what, love. Put your clothes on. Then your mistress will be able to see you the way you'll look while you're working, won't she. Are they in the carrier bag you brought back from the police station?"
Mrs Danby picked up the bag, and took out Lucy's working blouse and microskirt. They still felt dank and moist from the previous night's escapades. "Hello, what are all these?"
"Videos. They gave me a whole load at the police station. You can have one. They're all the same."
Lucy was climbing into her tiny skirt. She pulled it up and fastened it, then shook out her blouse. "Poo, it stinks of pussy!" She crammed her nose into it and breathed deeply, then offered it to Mrs Danby for a sniff as well. The bra-maker declined politely.
"Golly, it's shrunk!" Lucy had her arms in the sleeves and had fastened the first two buttons at the bottom. The third one almost reached the button-hole.
"Oh, dear, your bra is making you stick out too much for your blouse. Take it off, I'll see what I've got in stock." Mrs Danby propped the stepladder against the shelves and came down with a box. She blew a cloud of dust off it. "Size forty-eight. Try this one on."
It fitted in a couple of places. Lucy's great peaks of nipples stood out like thumbs. An array of creases radiated out from the points of her wonderful breasts. The rest of the garment was rather more loose on her. The neck looked big enough to fit a horse, and the sleeves swallowed her hands.
They tried other blouses, but none fitted her. Lucy was so tiny, with such tremendous boobs, she was impossible to fit with anything readymade.
"Well, I could make you something, but we don't really have the time ..."
"No need to, Mrs Danby!" Lucy picked up her own blouse from the table. She grabbed a big pair of scissors.
"Lucy, no!"
"It's all right. Look." She took careful aim, then plunged the scissors through the front of the blouse. With the tip of her tongue sticking out, she carefully cut a circular hole in one side. The other side was more of a problem, as Lucy's circle cut clean through the pocket. It looked a bit of a mess, but once she got it on, it hardly mattered. Nobody would ever be looking at the blouse anyway. This time, the buttons put up no more than a token resistance. Lucy fastened the last one and patted her breast in satisfaction. "There!"
"Oh, my God! You can't wear that!"
"I'll go and show the mistress now, shall I?"
 
 
  end Chapter 15