RETURN OF THE GOLDEN GOOSE

by Some Sort of Dog
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter 26:- What Day Is This?


 
 
  "Where's she gone, anyway?" Maggie put down her coffee mug.
Laura laughed. "She doesn't hang around, our Lucy. She's gone on a date. She's out every night now. I don't see it as my problem, after all, she's twenty."
"So she says. It's like talking to a kid, though. I was trying to hold a conversation with her in the car, but it's hard work."
"Yes, it's weird. She behaves like a kid. Except for what she's doing tonight and every other night. At least, she's on the pill. I found some in her top drawer. Several packets, although she doesn't seem to have a very good memory. There are odd ones left in different packets. I wouldn't be surprised if that's what's screwing up her hormones and making her tits grow like crazy. Donna's highly sensitive to the brand Lucy's using. If she was to go back to that brand, I hate to think how big she'd end up."
"At the rate Lucy's growing, she'll be bigger than Donna in another month!"
Laura sighed. "It makes me wonder what I've done to deserve having these three girls living in the same house! I tell you what, though, if I'd got the same growth clause operating with young Lucy as I've got with my Donna, I'd be able to retire. There I go again, calling her 'young Lucy'."
"Is Donna on a date as well?" Maggie felt slightly uneasy, not knowing where Donna was. The frustration of their recent attempted liaison was still nagging away at her.
"She's gone out with Lynda. A last night out for the girls before Lynnie goes home at the weekend. Donna will miss her. So will Lucy. Thick as thieves, those two."
Maggie sat back and stretched. Almost a whole day in the car made her back ache. That and the ever-growing weight of her bust. Laura watched her, her eyes widening.
"Lucy's not the only one who's growing, you know! I remember you as being quite a big girl when you first came here to meet Donna. You're more than just a big girl now, Mags!"
Maggie blushed at Laura's directness. "Tell me about it! I've asked Mrs Danby to disguise them as well as she can, believe it or not. You should see me in the nude!"
"I think I'd like to, yes." Laura blushed as deeply as Maggie. "Oh, my gosh! Listen to me!"
Maggie hunched herself and picked up her mug again. It was empty. The two women fell silent.
"I tried to seduce Donna," Maggie heard herself saying.
"I wondered if you would."
"You did? And you didn't say anything about it?"
"Donna's bisexual. She told me all about it. Her and Lynda. I've seen the way she looks at you, and I thought it was only a matter of time before she made a pass at you."
"Before she...?"
"Whoever. Her or you. One of you was always going to try it on with the other. Funny, it's not anything I've ever done, myself. I've been tempted once or twice, I must admit."
"Oh!"
"Mags, if I said to you..."
The back door rattled and creaked open. Someone was creeping into the kitchen.
"Who's that?" Maggie whispered.
"One of the girls. If it had been an intruder, Rachel would have had them by now. Listen...!"
There was whispering and shushing from the kitchen, and something fell over, bringing a burst of giggles and more shushing.
"It's Lucy," said Laura. "She's brought a boy home. The little slut!"
"What are you going to do?"
"Do? Nothing! She's not my bloody daughter!"
"Where does she sleep? With one of the girls?"
"We cleared out the spare room. It's only about seven feet by six. But Lucy doesn't take up much space. Once she squeezes through the door, she's got bags of room in there."
"A bit of a crush for two of them in a single bed, though."
"They're good friends, Mags! Even a slut like our Lucy only sleeps with her friends!"
 
 
  Charlotte fforbes-Davenport was a worried young woman. Her pills had disappeared. She knew she had a month's supply in her top drawer: she put them there under her hankies.
"I 'ave not seen them, Madame," Jacqui insisted. "I never look in your dressing table."
"They were there. A whole packet of them. Now there's only this half-used one. I don't know where that came from. It's not even half-used. All the Fridays have gone from it. I didn't do that. I know women do some strange things immediately after they have babies, but I'd have known if I'd done something like that, wouldn't I?" Charlotte tossed the packet aside, took the drawer out and turned it upside down on the bed covers. Intimate items cascaded out in a musk-scented heap. "No, that's it. Nothing here."
"You will 'ave to get some more, Madame. You will see the doctor?"
Charlotte bit her lip. "I suppose so. Tomorrow. Arrange an appointment for me, please. And make another appointment with Mrs Danby." She picked up a giant bra and tugged at the stretched elastic. "I need some new ones. At least, they'll be no bigger than last time."
 
 
  "Come on, Trigger!" Lucy kneeled on the narrow bed and fretted at her employer. "Get it off!"
"I can't. It's all these hooks. And it's so bloody tight."
"I know it's tight. That's why I want it off so quick. I'm nearly bursting. Ahhh!"
The bra came loose and she allowed the shoulder straps to fall forward down her arms. Kneeling on the bed like this, her nipples brushed against the sheets. Her skirt was already up round her waist, and Trigger was tugging at her panties.
"They won't come off either, they're all wet!"
"Of course they are! We should have stopped and done it in the gateway back there on the way home. I've come twenty times since then."
"Bed's the right place for sex, Lucy," said Trigger primly.
"We'd still have it in bed. I just needed it on the way home as well. Stick it in me before I flood the whole house!"
Trigger climbed on to the bed and entered Lucy without ceremony. She had far and away and without question the biggest canyon he had ever encountered. She took him with room to spare. It was ridiculous: her body was so tiny and he was hung like a stallion, yet she engulfed him in a fragrant yawning gulf of wetness. Not that Trigger would have used such words. He grunted like a pig as he used her body. As far as Trigger was concerned, Lucy was made the way she was for one purpose and one purpose only.
"Ouch!" she said. "I squashed my boob again. It keeps happening lately."
"What?" Trigger was unable to continue while Lucy was holding a conversation. Not because it affected his concentration, but because Lucy needed to look into the face of someone before she could talk to them, and the doggie position was ill-suited to that. "Ouch!" Trigger complained as she turned round through almost ninety degrees.
"They're getting so big, Trig." She gathered her right breast up in her forearm to show him. Too late, she realised that Trigger was still attempting to get his rocks off. He gave a despairing thrust or two which unsettled the precarious balance of Lucy's top-heavy body. She rolled over, ending up on her back with her legs in the air. Perhaps mercifully, Trigger slipped out of her during the process. "Maggie says they've grown nine inches in ten days," she continued, squeezing them together. Each one was considerably bigger than her head. She had to separate them so she could see Trigger's reaction. "I can only just touch my nipples now." She demonstrated. "Wow! Feel them, Trig! My puffy bits feel as big as..." She thought for a moment. "They feel big. Why have you taken it out?" she asked, noticing for the first time. "You haven't finished already, have you?"
"No!"
"Good! That wasn't a very good position. There was nobody to talk to. Do me like this, then we can carry on talking while we fuck." She spread her legs lewdly, revealing her improbably huge gash, dribbling copiously on to the bed. "I'm ever so wet. It must be talking about my boobs that turns me on. Does it turn you on too, Trig? Ooh, yeah, it does!"
Trigger slid endlessly into her and resumed.
"That's nice," she said contentedly, humping back at him with her shapely little bum bouncing on the bed. "I wonder how big they'll end up? Bigger than Donna's, I 'spect. I'm going to ask Donna if I can try one of her old bras. She says she's kept them all in one of her drawers. I don't know why, they're all miles too small for her. How long do you think it will be before I'm bigger than Donna? Trig? I'm talking to you!"
"What? Ouch, Luce!" She had sat up suddenly.
"You never answer questions. I asked how long it would be..."
"I know what you said!"
"Well why didn't you answer then? You just carried on fucking. Can't you talk and fuck at the same time? Maxwell could. Have you finished? Why's it getting smaller?"
Trigger withdrew and swung his feet on to the floor morosely.
"I can talk and fuck at the same time," she said. "You sure you finished? It feels wet in there, but I think that's all me. There's no white stuff..." Lucy carried out an intimate inspection, then withdrew her hand and tasted it tentatively, each finger in turn, then the thumb. "You haven't come yet," she accused him, rolling off the bed with only an occasional 'ouch' before planting herself between his thighs and taking him in both hands. "Shall I suck you off? I can't talk to you while I suck your thingie. Well, I could, but you wouldn't be able to understand. Mmmlllmfppl!"
Relative silence descended for a few minutes.
Lucy swallowed the last mouthful and belched, covering her mouth politely. She sat back on the floor, grinning up at Trigger. "I'm good at that! Do you think I'm good at that? It goes right down my throat. I can't do that with Maxwell. He's only about this long." She held her fingers a few inches apart. "Where are you going? Trig?"
Trigger stood up and pulled up his jeans. He tucked in his shirt.
"I gotta go," he grated.
"But we've only just started! It's only nine o'clock. What am I going to do for the rest of the night?"
"I dunno. Why don't you try and find your sodding Maxwell?"
Trigger knew his own way out. He blundered through the kitchen.
"Hello, Trigger," said Laura, "leaving already?"
"Gotta go!"
He lurched out into the night.
In her room, Lucy was trying to remember what day it was. "Does a blow job count the same as a fuck?" she said to herself. "Probably, if you swallow it all." She took the pill, then gulped down another just to be on the safe side.
She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror. They looked even bigger than they had this morning. Her hand looked tiny when she reached around the huge mound and tried to cover the areola. It still peeped out pink and puffy between her spread fingers. The nipple felt long and hard, like Maxwell's thingie.
Lucy sighed. It wasn't worth going out again. If there were any available boys down in the village, they would have made arrangements by now. She kicked her pile of moist clothes into the corner and dragged out the extra large T-shirt she used as a nightie. It was getting far too tight for comfort and it looked really rude where her nipples poked out. At least, nobody would see her if she sneaked into the kitchen for a glass of milk.
Surprisingly, the kitchen light was on. She hurried over to the fridge and bent over to get the milk.
"There's a familiar face!"
Lucy straightened up as if she'd been shot, and turned round.
"Hi, Mrs Fielding. I was just getting a glass of milk."
"That's all right, dear. Carry on. I was just making some more coffee for Miss Wallace, if you'd prefer that. We're in the living room." Laura found herself staring at Lucy's over-stuffed T-shirt. "Is that comfortable?" she said.
Lucy followed the direction of Laura's eyes. In the light coming out through the fridge door, every contour of her areolae and nipples was revealed even more sharply than if she had been naked.
"It's got a bit tight," she said sadly, trying to tug it into a semblance of decency and failing spectacularly.
"You'd better borrow one of Donna's old ones, love. You can't possibly sleep in that. You go on through and say hello to Maggie, I'll dig one of Donna's nighties out for you."
Lucy thanked her and wobbled through into the living room.
"Hello, Miss Wallace. Mrs Fielding's finding me a bigger nightie. This one's too small."
Maggie's eyes came out on stalks. "So I see," she gasped. She tried to say something else to cover her embarrassment. "Has your boyfriend gone home?"
Lucy pulled a face. "Yeah. We were nearly fucking each other in the pub, so we thought we'd better come home. But once he got me on the bed, he couldn't manage it. I had to suck him off in the end. Why do they call it a blow-job, if what you do is suck? It wouldn't work if you blew, would it? I've never tried, but I don't think it would work at all. I couldn't blow Trigger's anyway, 'cos he's so huge he goes right down my throat. Right down to here...!"
Lucy held a hand somewhere level with her breastbone, her little fingers sinking into the mounded flesh straining beneath the T- shirt. Maggie's head spun.
"Are you all right, Miss Wallace," the girl asked anxiously. She approached Maggie and rested a cool hand on her forehead. "Oops, sorry!" She took the hand away and replaced it with the other one. "That one smells of pussy," she explained. "I put it inside me to see if Trigger had come or not. He hadn't!" She offered the smelly hand to Maggie to form her own opinion. It doesn't smell of come, does it? That's all me," she ended proudly.
"Thanks, Lucy!" Maggie gently moved the hand away.
Laura came in with a faded yellow nightie with teddy bears all over it. "You can try this one, Lucy," she said. "It's too small for Donna now, but it ought to...Eeeek! Not in here!"
Lucy had already climbed out of her too-tight T-shirt and dropped it on the coffee-table. Maggie hoped the stains around the front weren't what she thought they were. She looked up at Lucy but couldn't see her face. Lucy was already pulling the teddy bear nightie down over the swollen peaks of her breasts.
"It fits much better, thanks, Mrs Fielding. How old is it?"
"Donna had it when she was about seventy inches, so it ought to be plenty big enough for you!"
"Hmm-mmph!" Lucy shook herself experimentally from side to side. "Ouch! That hurts!"
"I'm not surprised, girl. You can't shake them about like that any more. Look at them wobble! You ought to pull it all the way down, love..." Laura suggested tentatively.
"Sorry, Mrs Fielding, I can't see down there. Is that better?"
"A bit better, yes." Laura tried to remember. Surely, Donna had never had the same trouble with that nightie! It barely reached down to the girl's crotch. A tangle of moist dirty-blonde curls was still visible beneath the swirling folds of the nightie's hemline.
Maggie had an even better view. "Shall I go and see to the coffee, Laura?" She got up and edged away from the wildly top-heavy girl. She had to get away.
"I'll give you a hand," Lucy volunteered happily, following Maggie into the kitchen. "I'm good at coffee. Shall I get the milk out of the fridge?" She bent over, her breasts flopping heavily forwards and downwards, far wider than her hips. The nightie rode up at the back.
"It was never that short on Donna," Laura muttered, coming into the kitchen.
"It's because she's so firm," Maggie whispered. "She just sticks straight out. Donna's always been so pendulous."
"You can say that again!"
"Lucy's almost growing fast enough to watch!" Maggie was still whispering, but Lucy had ears like a dog.
"I know!" Lucy turned round eagerly. "Ouch!" She'd banged her breast on the fridge door. "I looked in the mirror and I'm certainly bigger than I was this morning. Not just my tits, either, my puffy bits are fatter, too!" She put the milk bottle on the table. "Ouch! When do we go back to Debbie and Geoff's, Miss Wallace?"
"Next week, I arranged it. Are you really getting bigger as fast as that?"
"Yeah! Everything I eat must go straight to my tits, Lynnie says. Lynnie's going home tomorrow, Miss Wallace. I shall be sad. She's nice. So's Donna, Mrs Fielding. She's nice, too, but Lynnie's my friend. She taught me how to take Trigger right down my throat. I couldn't do that with Maxwell, of course...!"
Laura almost dropped the coffee pot.
"Careful, Mrs Fielding! You nearly dropped that. Tell you what, you two go and sit down. I'll pour the coffee and bring it in. I am your servant after all!"
 
 
  Donna and Lynda walked arm in arm down the lane and turned into the front driveway. Without a word, they slowed and stopped just inside the gate.
"It's gone by in no time, Don."
"I know. It's been great having you around. You've got to come back again."
"Yeah."
They found their way slowly over to the low wall around the edge of the drive, and sat down. The concrete was still sun-warm against their bottoms. Donna felt for Lynda's hand, and gave it a squeeze.
"I'm going to miss you."
"You'll still have Lucy."
"Oh, yeah! Lucy!"
"She's okay. She's a good laugh. Pity in a way she pinched Trigger off me, but Stu turned out okay in the end. And a lot more manageable, sizewise! Size isn't everything, they reckon."
"I s'pose not."
"Have you seen Adrian?"
Donna shook her head in the darkness. "Not lately. I think he's gone off me. Or he's too embarrassed to come round here."
"You'll have to bugger up the washing machine again."
"He'd tell me how to fix it over the phone."
"Did you really not do it with Maggie, Don?"
"Not quite. It wasn't right somehow. We went into her bedroom, but we just sat and looked at each other." They both looked up as the moon suddenly appeared from behind a cloud. "That's Maggie's car. She was bringing Lucy home from the studio. She's late."
Lynda giggled. "They're probably in the house having an orgy with your mum!"
"That would be a laugh. We'd creep in and find them all going at it on the rug in the front room. Maggie underneath."
"Your mum on top."
"Where would Lucy be?"
"Making cups of tea like Mrs Danby."
They leaned closer together, giggling.
"Shall we go in, Lynnie?"
"I don't want to go to bed yet."
"Nor do I. We could go to your room and talk. Or something." Donna stood up and pulled urgently at her friend's hand. "Come on."
Rachel came wagging down the passage and met them at the front door.
"Hi, Raich, where's Mummy?"
The dog didn't reply, but turned round a few times before scampering away into the kitchen.
"They're very quiet."
"I told you. They're having an orgy!"
"They'd be making more noise than that. Lucy would be making enough noise on her own to wake the entire village. We'd better just say hello. It would be rude not to ..." Donna opened the living room door, then instantly closed it again.
Lynda stared at her. "What's up?"
Donna was speechless. She just pointed at the closed door, shaking her head.
 
 
  end Chapter 26