RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 25:- Bye-Bye, Blue Bra


 
 
  "I've never seen the like. I'd almost have thought I'd mis-measured her and made it too small by the best part of three inches, but there's my book, look..."
Mrs Danby showed Laura the neat figures beside Lucy's name. 54½", it said, quite clearly. And just below it, today's date, and 57"! Mrs Danby had allowed herself the luxury of an exclamation mark after the number.
"I'm not sure what to do for the best," she said as Lynda and Donna came back in.
"All stowed away in the van, Mrs Danby," said Donna. Lynda placed the portable sewing machine on the kitchen table.
"I was just telling your mum, Donna. I don't know what to do. One of your bras would probably fit Lucy nicely round the chest, but even your oldest one would still be too big in the cups. Mercifully, she's not that big yet!"
"You mean I'm going to be as big as Donna one day?" Lucy squealed, her eyes shining.
"God, I hope not! You'd never stand up with a pair like hers. You're six inches shorter, even though your other measurements are about the same. There's nothing I can do with the bits and pieces of bra I've got with me." She shook her head and looked at Lucy, who was chewing her fingernails and leaning against the fridge. Her breasts were quite noticeably fuller than they had been at the beginning of the week. They now rested on her stomach, the nipples pointing slightly downwards, no more than half erect on the peaks of areolae which had become much plumper and larger in diameter than before. "Hang on, though, I've got an idea. Lynnie, could you fetch me one of your bras, please?"
"One of mine? My new ones?"
"They're the only ones you've got. It doesn't matter which. I'll make a new one for you to replace it. Please? Good girl."
Lynda went away, and came back in a minute or so with a big pink bra. Mrs Danby looked at it for a few moments, then decided. "It will do. It won't quite fit, but it will be better than wandering around with them hanging down there."
"They don't dangle as much as Lynnie's," Lucy protested.
"Not yet. They've grown so quickly, they haven't had a chance to flop down yet, but that's because you're young and firm. Come over here." Mrs Danby pulled Lucy into position and shuffled her around so she stood with her back to her chair. Then she passed Lynda's bra round Lucy's body, snared her breasts in the big pink cups, and hauled them up, pulling the ends of the bra together at the back. The shoulder straps needed shortening, but Mrs Danby quickly made some marks on the bra with a pencil, and whipped it off.
"Bloody hell," said Laura. "The cups are only just too big for her!"
"I thought they weren't far off. Just shows how misleading it is, young Lucy being so short."
Mrs Danby slipped the bra on to the sewing machine and started work.
"Another ten minutes, and you won't recognise yourself, child!"
"I won't recognise my bra, either," Lynda grumbled, as the scissors went SNIP through the body band at each side.
"No moaning from you, young lady. You're getting a brand new one to replace this. And don't you dare mention it to anyone. Mr Cunis is paying for this.
 
 
  "Mr Cunis is paying for them, Mrs Danby," said Maggie grandly, flourishing the cheque. She sat in the work-room watching the bra maker as she put the finishing touches to the three bras: one blue, one red and one black. "They are all different sizes, aren't they?"
"Of course! That's what you ordered. She laid out the lacy blue and red bras side by side on the work bench. You're taking an almighty risk, though, expecting her to keep growing until she fills this biggest one." She snapped the thread and held the black bra up to inspect it. "There you go. I'd be interested to know how you intend doing this. Are you just going to invite Lucy along to the studio once a week and hope she fits these bras in turn? I can't really offer you sale or return on them. Where else am I going to find a skinny lizzie with tits like Lucy's? You will just have to buy them and hope she keeps growing, the poor child!"
"It will be worth it if it works. How much will it be?"
Mrs Danby thought about it for a while. "A hundred and seventy-five ought to cover it," she said daringly, and cursed silently when Maggie made no objection and started to write the amount on the top line. Then she stopped writing and looked up.
"There is something else you could add on to this bill. You know I've been getting much fuller lately? I think maybe I need something a couple of sizes larger."
 
 
  Lynda gazed critically at her reflection in the dressing table mirror, then lifted one of her breasts in both hands and inspected the nipple. She lowered it again, wincing slightly. There was a soft knock on the door.
"Come in!" Lynda lowered her T-shirt and tugged it down to conceal the ends of her breasts. "Hi, Lucy," she said, feeling a sudden burbly sensation in her tummy. The tiny girl was wearing only a bra and pants.
"Hi, Lynnie," she said miserably, and came over to the dressing table to stand close to Lynda. They looked at each other in the mirror. "My bra hurts."
"Your bra?" Lynda still thought of that pink bra as hers, even though Mrs Danby had chopped great chunks out of it to make the body band fit round Lucy's chest.
"It's too tight already!" Lucy placed her hands on the ends of the cups and squeezed experimentally. "Ouch!" she said.
"Don't do it, then!"
"They still hurt, even when I don't squeeze. Look, they're poking out up here and round the sides. And I've only had it a week!"
"You can't be too big for it already. That bra used to fit me!"
"I can't help being huge. Ouch!" she said again. "I'm not taking it off," she warned Lynda.
"I'm not going to make you take it off."
"I've been sleeping in it, but it's tighter every morning when I wake up. It's like my old one was. Only worse."
"If you carry on growing like this, Mrs Fielding will have to take you to the doctor."
"What for?"
"To stop them growing. If they get too big, he might even cut them off!"
"But they're mine!"
"That doesn't matter to doctors. They cut my tonsils out when I was a baby. They were mine."
"Nobody's going to cut my tits off. Nobody!" Lucy flounced away round the room, but her breast collided heavily with the end of the bed. "Ouch!" Tears came to her eyes.
"He might not cut them off. He might give you some pills or something."
"He already gave me some. Ages ago. When I started going to bed with Maxwell, Mrs Grummit said I ought to be careful and she sent me to the doctor with a note."
"He put you on the pill, then? To stop you having a baby?"
"Is that what they're for?"
"Of course. You were fucking Maxwell, so the pills were to stop you getting pregnant."
"Mrs Grummit only told me I had to take them every time and not to forget. So I did. I did it with Maxwell every Friday night, so I took one of the pills every Friday night. There was one called Friday, so that was the one I took."
"You're supposed to take them every day. That's why they have the days of the week on the packet."
"No, I was only fucking him on Fridays. Sometimes we did it more than once, so I had to take two. The trouble was, there weren't enough Friday pills in a packet. Why do they always try to stop you having fun, Lynnie?"
"That's not how it works, Lucy! You're supposed to take a pill every day, and you get a new supply every month."
"I didn't. I got extra ones. Then I had loads of Friday pills. I had all these others left over, but that was all right, 'cos I did it with other boys now and again, and I had plenty of pills for those nights. Then when I came here, I started fucking Trigger and I could use up some of my other days. Not Fridays, of course, I've only got two Friday pills left. But I had Trigger on Thursday, and we did it nine times!"
"Lucy! You didn't take nine...?"
"No, only five. That was all the Thursday pills I had. I won't have a baby, will I?" Lucy was admiring her breasts in the mirror again and she turned round anxiously.
"God knows what it will do. I think you'd better tell Mrs Fielding. You might get ill. It might be the pills that are making your tits grow so huge."
"Is it? When I get Mrs Danby to make me a new bra, I'll get it made extra big, then I'll take lots and lots of pills so's I can fill it up the way I do with this one."
"No, you'd better see Mrs Fielding. Tomorrow morning."
"I can't. Not tomorrow. Maggie's taking me up to the studio to see Geoff and Debbie again. I've got to take some panties with me this time. I borrowed some from Donna but they're not very sexy. I think I'll get Trigger to buy me a few dozen pairs next time I shag him."
Lucy prodded a stray fold of flesh into her right bra cup. "I'd better go and get ready. I'm going down the village with some of the boys from the cricket club. I bumped into them yesterday. It's all right, though, I've taken a couple of today's pills already, just to be on the safe side. Thanks, Lynnie!" Lucy moved close to Lynda and kissed her cheek. "It's great to have a friend who knows all about sex and everything!"
 
 
  Maggie accelerated on to the motorway and glanced at Lucy, who was wearing a sweater. It was a chilly morning, as Maggie could plainly see.
"If you want to take your sweater off, it's warmer now...?"
"Thanks, Miss Wallace."
Maggie was aware of the girl struggling out of her sweater, which she tossed on to the back seat of the BMW. Then she settled her seatbelt between her breasts and sat back, stroking her right breast. "Ouch," she murmured softly.
"What's the matter?"
"They hurt!"
Maggie looked directly at the girl for the first time, and almost swerved into the central reservation. She slowed and edged across into the inside lane, taking up a position in a line of trucks.
"Which bra are you wearing?"
"My pink one. The only one that fits. Only it doesn't any more."
"I can see that, girl! Luckily, there are three new bras in my bag. We're photographing you in the first one today, then another next week, then the biggest one as soon as you are big enough to fill it."
"Can I try one on now?" Lucy began urgently tugging at her T- shirt.
"No! Remember how you get those red marks when you wear a too-tight bra."
"This one's too tight!"
"Yes. I was just thinking. Perhaps you'd better take it off and go without until we get to Mr Throssell's. Then you can put your new one on. It's blue! And lacy. That will be nice, won't it? It's ever so pretty. Then next week's is red, and the other one's black."
"And they're all bigger?"
"That's right. Mrs Danby didn't say how much bigger, but I think she was going to make each of them two inches bigger than the previous one." Maggie glanced at Lucy with concern. "I hope the blue one is big enough!"
Lucy was getting her shirt off, wriggling her arms out of the sleeves without taking the shirt off over her head. She grunted with the discomfort of unfastening the bra, but finally got the hooks undone and slipped the shoulder straps down her arms.
"Wow!" she said. "I haven't taken it off for three days. It feels really weird!"
Maggie chanced another peek at the girl, who had thrown the bra into the back seat and pulled her T-shirt down again.
God, she was gigantic!
Just an optical illusion, of course.
Maggie put her foot down and surged past the line of trucks. Suddenly, she wanted to get to the studio as soon as possible.
 
 
  Lucy sat in front of the mirror with the lights surrounding it and placed her hands at the bottom of her shirt. Maggie stood behind her and swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Here's the nice lacy blue bra I told you about, Lucy. Slip your shirt off and try it on. Then we'll go and see Debbie and Geoff."
Lucy hesitated for a moment, then crossed her arms and pulled the T-shirt up and over her head.
"Ouch! That really hurts!" Maggie couldn't see everything from behind the girl, but she could see a lot. Lucy dropped the shirt without turning round, then gently cupped her breasts from beneath. "They're so sore," she complained. "I thought it was because my bra was so tight, but I haven't been wearing it for two hours, and they still hurt. They're all throbby and tingly and tight."
"Show me!" Maggie's voice quavered. "Turn round and let me see."
Lucy revolved her chair, then slowly stood up. It seemed to take quite an effort. She stood holding her breasts in each hand. They completely overflowed her palms.
"They're much heavier, too. They used to stay up on their own. Look at them now."
Maggie was already looking at them. As Lucy removed her hands, carefully, her breasts descended massively to somewhere well below her waist.
"You see what I mean?"
Maggie could only nod. She was still holding the blue bra in her hand, and she offered it to Lucy, without much hope. The girl took it and held it against her cheek. "It's nice and fluffy," she said. "And lacy, like you said. Can you help me put it on?" She puzzled at it for a moment, then slid it beneath her breasts, out of sight, and turned her back to Maggie.
Maggie could not hold her hands still. The ends of the bra wiggled about where Lucy was holding them. She peeped anxiously over her left shoulder. "Have you got them? I can't see."
"It's okay." Maggie forced herself to take the body band and pull the two ends together. There was a label inside, with something written on it in ink. Maggie peered at it. 'LUCY - 150' it said. There was also the usual printed figure, '27/8'. A hundred and fifty? Mrs Danby's warped sense of humour, she supposed. Suddenly, just to confuse Maggie, Mrs Danby had converted to centimetres!
The hooks were done up at last, all ten of them, and Lucy turned round. Her breasts still hung over the top of the bra, while the broad blue shoulder straps dangled below them. This wasn't the right way to put a bra on, but it would have to do. She fished for the straps and pulled the cups outward, while Lucy took her breasts one at a time in both hands and loaded them into the lacy cups. Maggie hoisted the straps over the girl's narrow shoulders.
"Oh, my God, Lucy!"
Lucy looked down at herself, and tears sprang into her eyes.
"It's too small!"
"I can see that!" Maggie juggled the cups helplessly, while Lucy did her best to tuck herself into them. "It can't be too small! She only measured you last week.."
"I'm loads bigger than last week," said Lucy tearfully. "I told you Lynnie's old bra was too tight on me."
"We'll have to do something. You can't fit yourself into this one. Take it off."
Lucy shrugged out of the shoulder straps and turned round for Maggie to release the hooks. "Won't I be able to have my picture taken, now?"
"We've still got two more bras bigger than this one," Maggie grunted as she unhooked the bra. "Although we'll still need another one bigger than the black one for the third set of pictures. It's just going to cost Mr Cunis more than he thought, that's all. Take it off. Let's try the red one."
Debbie came bustling in.
"What's the hold-up, Mags? You've been hours. We're waiting for...!" She stopped in her tracks as Lucy dropped the blue bra on the dressing table and turned round. "Jesus! Look at her!"
"I've got bigger, Debs!"
"So I see. Is she too big for the new bra, Mags?"
"Miles too big. I don't know what size it is, Mrs Danby's put the size on it in centimetres." Maggie mumbled the figures in her head as she did the calculations. "Bloody hell! She's sixty inches. No, more than that, the bloody bra's sixty inches, and she makes it look like an A- cup!"
Debbie picked the bra up and examined the label. "One-fifty? That can't be the size." She stared at Lucy from close up. "I dunno, though. Perhaps it is. What are you going to do?"
"Try the red one. It's bigger." Maggie looked at the label, which was marked by hand with the figures '158'. "This one's three inches bigger. It must fit!"
It did. The huge red cups were on the snug side, but not really a bad fit at all. Lucy happily posed for her pictures in the red bra, using only five pairs of the matching red silk panties Maggie had brought with her.
"Can I wear it to go home, Maggie, please? Please!"
"You might as well," said Maggie. "You'll never get into your old one. All I have to do is to explain to Mrs Danby that her lovely blue handiwork was three inches too small. Right, if you're all dressed and decent, I'll take you home."
"Maggie."
"Yes, dear?"
"Would Mrs Danby make me some new shirts as well?"
 
 
  end Chapter 25