A Bigger Bra for Ashley

A Bigger Bra For Ashley

Axolotl

"Ashley, certainly not! You are not having a bigger bra, and that's final! The very idea!"

"But Mum!"

"It's the Virgin Mary you're playing, not an exotic dancer. Denise's old bra is more than big enough."

Ashley stalked upstairs and slumped gloomily on to his bed. He turned over the blue gown and picked up his big sister's old bra. Stuck into the stretched cups with sticky tape was a pair of balloons wobblingly filled with warm water and tied at the neck with string. The balloon nozzles were arranged to protrude like nipples in the appropriate places.

There was a soft knock on his door. "Ash?"

"Come in, Denise."

"What's up, kid?" She came over and sat down next to him. If she hadn't been his sister, Ashley could have lusted after Denise in the worst possible way. In fact, as she was his sister, and he did lust after her, it was the worst possible way already. Denise was, in a word, stacked. The bra she had let him borrow for the school play was this late summer's model, and when he had filled those balloons with water, they had felt quite dangerously full.

"Mum says I can't have bigger tits," he said, his head downcast. He laid the bra on the bed.

Denise had to struggle not to laugh. A year younger than her, Ashley had always been easily upset. He was really quite a pretty boy: the obvious and natural choice for the role of Mary in his boys-only school's production of the Nativity play. She suspected that peer pressure was being applied to Ashley to get him to wear bigger breasts beneath his Virgin Mary costume. She was correct, as usual. The plan was for him to be more modestly endowed throughout rehearsals, then to blossom into a gloriously-stacked Virgin on the night of the performance. Needless to say, the teaching staff had not approved this plan.

"Try it on again, Ash, let's see how you look."

"It's no good," he sighed. "The older boys want me to be bigger. Joseph says he wants me to look more like you."

"More like me? Who's playing Joseph?" Denise asked, licking her lips.

"Andy Barrett. He says you're really fit!"

Denise blushed. She felt more or less the same thing herself about the hulking senior. If the things the other girls said about him were true, she would dearly love to find out for herself at first hand. Or even both hands! "I suppose I could let you try my new bra. You know my latest one? It's two sizes bigger than that one. It's a 34G." She felt her blush getting deeper.

"The blue one...?" Ashley stopped himself too late. "I saw it in the laundry basket," he stammered lamely.

"I only bought it yesterday! You've been peeking through my bedroom door. How much did you see?"

"Nothing. Hardly anything." The boy's face was crimson. He crossed his legs, too late by several seconds. Denise stroked the back of his hand, sorry for him despite everything. She was feeling unaccountably moist.

"I'll fetch it and we can try it on you. Don't go away!"

Ashley wasn't going anywhere. He could hardly even stand up in his present condition. As Denise slipped into her bedroom, he frantically wrestled his jeans down to his knees and tried to readjust his underwear. She was back in seconds, panting and slightly flushed.

"Golly!" she said, "I'm not the only one who's been growing round here!"

"Sis!" Ashley was trying to hide the throbbing evidence, and failing miserably.

"Let's try this thing on you," she said huskily. "No balloons yet. Turn round."

She was standing close behind him, and he could feel her warm breath on the back of his neck as she concentrated on fastening the bra's four hooks behind his back. In the dressing table mirror, he could see his sister's long nipples, spiking beneath her T-shirt, her breasts gloriously heavy and full, bra-less and trembling. Her eyes met his in the mirror, and he looked away.

Denise was all thumbs. It wasn't easy, putting a bra on someone else. She'd been wearing bras herself for four years, increasingly big ones — especially in the last few months — but this was the first time she had tried putting a bra on anyone else. It wasn't made any easier by the glimpse she'd had of Ashley's bulging shorts, which she could just see now, in the mirror. God, he was throbbing! Not up to Andy Barrett standard, but not to be sneezed at by any means.

"Have you done it yet?"

Denise started guiltily. "Done what?"

"Those hooks."

"They're tight. They have to be strong to hold up my great big breasts." She had the satisfaction of hearing a low groan escape Ashley's lips. "There, it's done." Quickly, she transferred one hand to her crotch. Even through the heavy material of her jeans, she could feel a warm dampness. She didn't dare look in case it was starting to show through. "Any more balloons? We'll just blow them up with air for now, until we know how big we can make them."

They each puffed on a balloon. Denise had a blue one, Ashley's was green. Their eyes met as the balloons inflated.

"How big do they need to be, Sis?"

"A bit more yet." She stopped blowing and held the neck of the balloon, holding it next to one of the bra cups. "They're too round, really. Breasts are sort of longer than this..."

Ashley looked at his balloon, then at Denise's well-filled T-shirt. "We'd get a better idea if..."

Denise placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Don't you dare tell Mum about this." And she pulled the T-shirt out and up, so her breasts slid out, to wobble heavily on her chest. She was breathing heavily.

So was Ashley. "Shit, Sis! You're huge!"

"Tell me about it, Ash. Be quick and make your balloon the right size, in case she comes in and finds out what we're doing."

Spurred to action, Ashley blew three more times into his balloon, then placed it next to the real thing. "Looks good, Sis!"

"Are mine as big as that?" she gasped.

"Yeah! I said you were huge."

She was, she realised. Her bust was very nearly forty-two inches now, and she was getting bigger literally by the month. But it was only when Ashley's pale blue bra was stuffed with two well-inflated balloons that Denise saw just how big she really was, in side view and every other view. She was perilously close to flooding her pants. Surely, he could smell her arousal by now. She certainly could.

"Let's try the dress on you," she said, her voice cracking. And she dragged the blue gown off the bed and shook it out. This was part of the problem. Mary's gown was so voluminous, Ashley was lost in it. Even with his new G-cup bosom, the gown tended to disguise things. Only when Denise tied the belt tight and dragged the material back across the bust did Ashley really stick out in front. And clearly, Mary the Blessed Virgin couldn't wear her gown like a 1950's starlet. "They could do with being even bigger," she said, turning him round and round and staring critically.

Ashley, crestfallen, had to agree. He stood facing his sister, then glanced sideways at his image in the mirror and hurriedly crossed his legs. There was a decidedly un-Virginal bulge at his crotch. Denise seemed not to notice. "I could perhaps get a bigger bra for you," she said slowly, stroking her chin.

"You could? But I can't wait until you grow some more. The play's in three weeks."

"Ashley!" She was delighted despite herself. "I know I'm growing really fast, but even I won't be more than another inch bigger in three weeks! No, I was thinking of someone else who's bigger than me. Much bigger!"

"Bigger than you?" Ashley's spirits were cast down again. None of your friends are anywhere near your size."

"Not my friends, no. But my friend's friend might be. It might be difficult to arrange it, though..."

"I'd be ever so grateful, Denise."

"How grateful?"

"Ever so!"

"How much?"

"I could let you have a go with my latest computer game..."

"It would be much more difficult than that. I'd have to persuade my friend's friend..."

Ashley had an idea. An Idea. "How about if Joseph came along, to see if your friend's friend was big enough?"

"Joseph? You mean..."

"Andy Barrett, yeah."

Denise lost it in that instant. As she flung her arms round her brother, she felt the spreading wetness round her whole groin. Her breasts squashed massively against her brother's balloons."

"Careful, Sis! Sis!"

Bang!

"Oh, fuck it!"

"Oops!" She stepped back, crimson faced. The Virgin Mary was suddenly flat-chested.

"What are you two up to in there...?"

"So I wondered if Heidi would be able to help?" Denise finished in a rush and waited for Alice to respond.

Alice narrowed her eyes. "What's in it for me?"

"I dunno. You could have a go with Ashley's latest game..."

Alice curled her lip. "What do you think I am? You want to borrow one of Heidi's bras for your brother to wear, full of balloons? You some sort of pervert, or what?"

Denise swallowed. "Andy Barrett will be there."

"Andy Barrett?" Alice took on a predatory look. "Why didn't you say? I'll have to have a word with her. I don't know how well she really understands English. She's pretty good, but this is a bit complicated."

Denise saw that it might be. Trying to explain to an Austrian au pair that you wanted to borrow one of her bras so that your friend's brother could wear it at Christmas for a school Nativity play was likely to prove a daunting task. "You could persuade her, Ali! Tell her she can have a go with Ashley's latest game."

"She can't understand games. She only knows about babies. But she's very good with babies."

And she had giant tits, too, thought Denise. The diminutive au pair was the only girl Denise had ever seen close up who had breasts bigger than her own. And they weren't just bigger. They were mountainous, compared to hers. The girl was freakishly large. She always wore loose clothing to try and disguise her bust, but there was no disguising such opulence. A moment of panic...

"She does wear a bra, doesn't she?"

"Not all the time," said Alice. "But she's got some. When she doesn't wear a bra, they hang right down here. She looks horrible!"

Denise's jaw had dropped open. Alice was indicating with her hands how far down Heidi's breasts descended. Surely not! Why did people always have to exaggerate?

They walked in a strained silence down the hill to Alice's parents' house. Ashley and Andy Barrett plodded along in front, not talking. They didn't really have anything to talk about. Strangely, it had taken a surprising amount of persuasion to get Andy to come along. He didn't want to get involved with a bunch of girls. Why couldn't Ashley just borrow the fucking bra and get on with it on his own?

He had finally agreed, as long as he could borrow Ashley's latest game for a whole week.

Alice and Denise walked a few yards behind. Two sets of teenage girls' eyes were glued to the taut seat of Andy Barrett's jeans. Two sets of teenage girls' insides were assailed by feelings of mounting lust. Indeed, mounting was very much to the forefront of two teenage girls' minds. They weren't talking to one another. They had become deadly rivals. Denise felt a certain advantage by virtue of her forty-two inches, displayed to the utmost in an almost bursting silk shirt. The chill December air was making her nipples stand out like wine corks.

Yet Denise had grave doubts. The slightly chunky, pear-shaped Alice was no match for her up front, and had wisely worn a loose sweater, teaming it, somewhat unaccountably, with a skirt. At least, she wasn't shivering like Denise, unless it was with wholly understandable nerves. Denise's worry was that Alice was the most sexually experienced girl in the whole school. She'd had everybody, and according to legend, she'd had most of their dads as well. Denise was apprehensive about taking on such an accomplished sexual artiste at her own game, on her own home ground. Her tits were really going to have to earn their keep this day. The thought of what lay inside the well-stuffed crotch of Andy Barrett's jeans acted as a spur to her ambitions. Once she got her hands on the prize, she would be able to work out what to do with it in her own time. She crossed her fingers and trusted her instincts.

They had arrived. This was, as people always said, the moment of truth.

"Heidi! You upstairs?"

"Ja, Miss Alice. One moment. I komm. First I put baby to sleep."

"Mum and Dad have gone out for the rest of the day," said Alice. "They won't be back until tomorrow," she added more loudly, with a significant glance at Andy. "Here she comes, the great cow..."

Heidi was making her way downstairs, coming down slightly sideways so she could see past her bust. She was tiny but not really petite. She was certainly short, but surprisingly bulky-looking in her nurse's white coat. There was a big beaming smile on her face. "Hello, Miss Denise." She transferred her attention and her eyes widened. "Hi, boys!" She greeted them in the plural, but her eyes were solely on Andy.

Denise and Alice looked alarmed.

"Now, you tell me you girlfriend haf who need to try on big bra, ja? Where is she, dis Ashley?"

"That's me..." Ashley started.

"I tellink you, if she as big as me in the busen is, she very big girl. But she is not here, no?"

"It's not a she," said Denise. "Ashley's my brother."

A frown spread over Heidi's open features. "Your brother? But he has the busen, your brother...?"

"Not exactly. He needs to borrow it for Christmas. For a play."

"He vant to play with a brassiere for Christmas? Vot he ist, some kinda sad geek?"

"It's at our school," said Andy, speaking for the first time, slowly and distinctly, which is the only way to make foreigners understand anything. "At Noël, ve ein Nativity play haf, mit Mary und Josef und der kleine kinder Jesus lying in a manger." He pronounced it Hey-soos, which he thought sounded pretty foreign.

Heidi laughed. "Shit, you sure do talk fonny, boy! Who is English teaching you?" She sidled closer to Andy and looked him up and down. "Dis ist your brother, Miss Denise? Vere you hidink him all my life?"

"No, that's Josef ... I mean Andy," Denise explained. "That's my brother, there."

"Me," said Ashley, holding up his hand as if begging to be excused from class.

"Him?" Heidi sniffed. "Vy he want a bra?"

"It's for the Nativity play," Ashley tried to explain. "I am Mary. The Blessed Virgin."

"I am not surprised," Heidi shrugged. "So you are Josef, ja?" She edged closer to Andy until there was a soft collision. Andy made a whimpering noise and backed away.

"Ashley needs a bra to dress as Mary," said Alice, in an attempt to divert Heidi away from the hulking youth. "He puts balloons in the cups. Denise's bra is too small."

"Denise has nice breasts," Heidi admitted. "Not big, but not bad for such a young girl." Four jaws dropped open at this staggering statement.

"Do ... you ... haf ... eine ... bra..." Denise checked herself. "Do you have a bra we could borrow for a few weeks, please? We will take good care of it."

Heidi advanced on her prey once more, corralling Andy further and further into the corner. The girls followed and Ashley tacked along behind. "I vish it were Andi who to wearing mein bra vos vanting. Andi a big boy." She insinuated a knee between his thighs. Her giant, squidgy breasts flattened against him. She gave a wriggle, grinning up into his panic-stricken face. "But it ain't! Still, never mind. Ashley can have mein bra, okay, dank you very much. Ja." And she grabbed the front of her nurse's jacket and literally ripped the buttons undone. Inside was a vast pair of pendulous breasts, with a cleavage right down to well below her waist. Holding it all together was a black bra with cups as big as Tesco carrier bags. "You vont it, Ashley, you come and get it!" The coat came off altogether, and Heidi was standing there in her black undies; the bra as specified and a pair of the skimpiest panties any of them had ever seen. "Komm, Ashley! Be not afraid!"

The boy took a step closer, then stopped. He looked fearfully at his sister, but she couldn't help him. She nodded and inclined her head. Ashley stepped forward and placed his hands on the fearsomely wide band of the bra. It was wider than the full width of his hand and held together with more hooks than he could ever imagine. Heidi frowned over her shoulder. "Get on with it, boy. We haven't got all day. That's better..."

The hooks came undone with little resistance, once Ashley started on them, and Heidi shrugged it off without bothering to look at him. As Ashley backed away with the bra in both hands, Heidi moved in on Andy once and for all. With both her hands she lifted one breast and offered it to him. He was mesmerised, staring at the gigantic crinkly nipple waving before him. "You don't like Heidi's busen? You vont the other one?" Andy didn't seem to want that one, either. He whimpered again. Alice and Denise decided there was still hope. Alice was now the more confident, as all the indications were that Andy wasn't a fan of big tits. She rated herself firm favourite.

Denise tended to agree with her. What kind of boy could refuse an offering like Heidi's giant tits being thrust into his face? Andy was either a fan of flat-chests or he was queer. From all reports, he wasn't that, so it had to be that he didn't like breasts. Denise found her shoulders drooping to disguise nature's endowment. It didn't seem to make much difference. A pair of G-cups don't just disappear as easily as that.

Meanwhile, Heidi was approaching second base. Her arms snaked up and around Andy's neck, drawing his head down to within range. He bleated like a stricken sheep. "Komm, Andi. Kiss your Heidi. Ve mit each other love make!" And one hand detached itself from the boy's neck and plunged between his legs.

Andy squealed like a piglet.

Heidi stopped and pulled back. Her face took on an unpleasant sneer. "Ach, so!" She bent to pick up her nurse's coat. Her breasts actually bounced off the floor as she bent down. They really did! She was putting the coat on, pulling it across her swaying bosom, fastening the buttons. "I go see to baby," she snapped. "I may tell your vater you make yoke of me, Miss Alice. Ist not fonny." And off she stomped, climbing the stairs with her coat threatening to burst open at every step.

"Wow! What got into her?" Denise whispered after a door closed with considerable firmness upstairs.

"They're all a bit funny," Alice said.

"Au pairs, or Austrians?" Denise turned to Ashley who was still fingering the fantastically huge bra with disbelief. "At least, we got the bra off her. Literally off her."

"It's still warm," Ashley mumbled.

Alice wandered over to Andy, finding herself as if by accident at his side. "Well, since you got what you came for, you'll be wanting to go off and practise stuffing it with balloons, won't you, you two?"

Ashley nodded, then stared at his sister, who had gone very red. She approached Andy and looked boldly up into his eyes. "Maybe Joseph would like to come home with us and supervise things," she said.

Andy didn't offer an opinion, looking from one girl to the other helplessly. "Maybe I'd better be getting along. I've got homework..."

"There's no hurry to do your homework, Andy." Alice took his hand. "It's the weekend tomorrow. Let's have a Coke and watch one of Dad's horny videos." She tried to tow him away towards the kitchen. "Maybe we'll see you two later?"

"You mustn't keep Andy from his homework, Alice. Why don't we all go up to my place, call at Andy's on the way, and all do his homework together?"

"Sis! We need to try my bra on. We might have to buy more balloons..."

"Andy doesn't want to do homework on a Friday. He can tell the teacher the dog ate it, can't he." Alice let go of the boy's hand, after tickling the palm gently with a fingernail. "I'll go and find a video. Dad's got some real hot ones. What kind do you like? There's this one with this big black bloke delivering a package to this old blonde woman. It's so big, it's halfway down his leg..." She slunk from the room, her big hips swaying, smirking back over her shoulder.

"What was halfway down his leg? His package?" Denise eyed Andy's well-stuffed jeans.

Andy looked distinctly uncomfortable. "I'd better go..."

"We'd all better go, Sis..."

"Let's have a quick look at Alice's video first," said Denise.

"I've found it!" Alice's voice drifted in from the living room. "Hey, Andy, come and look at this!"

"Come on, Andy!" Denise beckoned to him, stuck out her rack and led the way to the living room door. The boys followed meekly, but at a distance.

Alice was on the couch, her legs wide apart. The TV was turned on and playing a sleaze-ridden tune, but Alice had her eyes tight shut. "Come on, Andy!" she murmured, squirming her bottom. She was obviously somewhat aroused. "I'm keeping my eyes shut so it will be a surprise. A big surprise!" She lifted her skirt and plunged a hand into the shadows. So that's why she was wearing a skirt. And apparently nothing underneath.

Andy started to retreat again, but Denise gripped his arm. At the same time, an expression came over her face, a devilish expression familiar to Ashley. "Ash," she muttered fiercely, jerking her head in Alice's direction. "Go on!" She pulled Andy closer to the doorway, as if to allow him to see the TV screen.

Ashley's heart sank. One did not disobey one's older sister. He found himself in the living room, advancing on the couch, still carrying Heidi's bra. In front of him, Alice was writhing, her legs wide spread, her skirt hiked up, her eyes screwed shut. "Come on!" she husked.

Ashley was not immune to Alice's undoubted charms. She wasn't built like his sister, but she had an indefinable quality about her that gave men instant erections. He flung a last despairing glance at Denise. She nodded her encouragement before turning her attention to the bewildered Andy.

It was Ashley's supreme sacrifice. After all, he had Denise to thank for arranging all this, and he had provided Andy Barrett for her as a reward. Now she'd got him. All Ashley had to do was keep Alice occupied for a while. It might not be a wholly unpleasant experience. The girl was obviously gagging for it. Why shouldn't he get his name on the scorecard?

He paused in front of Alice and wriggled his jeans down. Quickly, before she lost patience and opened her eyes, he moved between her meaty thighs and half knelt down, resting his hands on the couch on each side of her body. She smelled indescribably sexy. Ashley was pleased to see that his body hadn't let him down at this vital moment. He was ready as he had ever been. And even with the veritable rain-forest of hair down there, he had absolutely no difficulty identifying the target. He could see so far inside Alice it was a wonder he couldn't see daylight when she opened her mouth. She glistened wetly, kept her eyes shut and giggled with anticipation. This was Alice's great moment. Chalk it up as a victory for one big wet pussy over Denise's two gigantic tits. With two glisteningly wet fingers she parted her slick lips and...

"Oooh!" He entered her, as they always say in women's magazines. "Wow, Baby! You're so big! That's gotta be the biggest ever!"

Ashley was modestly pleased with this reception. He knew he was above average in size. It was encouraging to be hailed as a super-stud by so seasoned a campaigner as Alice herself.

She was well on to page two of her script. "Hold it right there, lover-doll! Wow, big boy! I need time to stretch to take you all in! Don't moo-oove for a minute. Let little Alice get used to the size of you first..."

Oops! And all this time he'd thought you were supposed to ram it in and out. The feeling had started already! And what was she doing? Without moving a limb, without using her hands, she was milking him with a set of muscles he never suspected could possibly exist. It was like being swallowed by a python.

"Come on, Andy," Denise whispered, dragging him away. He was gaping at the loving couple with his mouth open. "You don't want to watch them, do you. Come into the kitchen with big Denise..."

Andy had no choice in the matter. Denise was a determined girl, and watching her brother servicing the lusty Alice had given her the most serious hots. She wanted Andy's mammoth wedding tackle and she wanted it now.

"I ought to go," he whined. "Tell Alice I had to do my History..."

"You'll be history if you don't get your pants down now...!"

"No! Denise! Stop it!" Denise was already dragging him out into the kitchen. He didn't know whether to whisper or shout. She had found her way into his pants within moments. In fact, she was congratulating herself on undoing his belt and hauling down his zipper in less than five seconds. The value of a surprise attack... "Please, Denise!"

"It's all right, Andy! Another couple of seconds!" And she dropped to her knees in front of him, dragging his pants down. He was powerless now, unable to run away. Hungrily, she dived into his shorts. Now where was it? Basic biology taught her it ought to be sticking straight upwards. Wronggg!

"No, Denise, please don't..."

She tried again. Nothing that side. Ah, what's this? He was wearing boxer shorts, with briefs underneath. How unusual! Or was it? Perhaps that's what really big boys needed to do for support. She thrust a hand inside...

"No, Denise, don't ... not that...!

"What's this, Andy? Andy? Andy!" She looked numbly at the rolled up pair of football socks in her hand, then up at the big boy's crumpled face. "Andy! Is this...?"

He nodded, then tried to turn away, look anywhere, to hide his face.

Denise was stunned. It was impossible. She had an impulse to laugh, but somehow fought it back. To add insult to injury, they were Arsenal socks. From the living room came a squeal. Two squeals: one of each sex. Alice must have either opened her eyes or come, or both.

"Quickly! Before she comes out here looking for you." Denise pulled Andy's pants up. "Come on, boy, stand up straight." She was standing behind him, tugging away. "Come on, you're not making this any easier."

He seemed to realise at last what was happening, and let her turn him round to fasten his belt and zip him up. A handkerchief was thrust into his hand. "Wipe your eyes, sweetheart. That's better. It's okay, it doesn't show you've been crying." She cocked an ear to the living room. It was eerily silent. "Now come here ... oops! Quick! Stuff your socks back in!"

"What?" She was unzipping him again. He stood helpless as the girl tucked his Arsenal socks into his pants, zipped him up again and gave it a reassuring pat.

"Now come here, you lovely big silly muffin!" She enfolded him in her arms. Her breasts were so gigantic between them, they felt like two footballs. God, she was huge, and she was kissing him! She was practically eating him, in fact. Her mouth was like one of those vacuum cleaners that sucks up water. One leg was between his thighs. Both arms were round his neck.

It seemed like hours. Denise leaned back and smiled up at him. Her lips were moist and parted, her face was flushed and quite beautiful. The top half dozen buttons of her shirt had mysteriously come undone. Her cleavage was creamy, bottomlessly deep and trembling slightly. This must be the top girl in the whole school. Tentatively, he explored her massively weighty fullness with a trembling hand.

"You're ever so big, Denise!"

"Forty-two inches," she said proudly. "But that was this morning. I'm growing so fast..."

Andy jerked his hand away as if expecting her to swell several more inches in a matter of seconds.

"Not that fast, silly! But I'm glad you like really big tits," she sighed, "especially now you're going to be my boyfriend. You see, if you think they're big now, you wait 'til next summer. They'll be six cup sizes bigger by then. Imagine that lot in a bikini!"

He tried, but his brain wasn't working. "Boyfriend...?" he said wonderingly.

"You are, aren't you? I don't need to blackmail you or anything, do I?" Denise giggled and placed a finger on his lips. "It's gone very quiet again in there. What d'you suppose they're doing? Come on. Quietly," she said, and led him to the living room door. Walking was difficult. He had a pair of rolled up football socks stuffed any-old-how into his crotch, and his cock was rock hard. Not very big, admittedly — in fact, remarkably small — but rock hard. The girl stifled a giggle and shoved her hankie in her mouth.

There, on the rocking, creaking couch, her dear little brother was giving Alice the most truly monumental seeing-to. To watch him, anyone would think he had been shagging girls for ten years instead of ten minutes. The noise was indescribable. Alice was clearly somewhat moist. She was also surprisingly fit. She lay pinned beneath Ashley, her legs wrapped round his narrow back, keeping up a superb rhythm to go with her running commentary. "Yeah, big boy, give it to Alice! Ohh-wow, are you ever the best!"

They heard him come home two hours later, as they were just descending from their second successful test flight. They were getting better every time. Shortly afterwards, they heard him go to the bathroom. "He's either inspecting the damage or he's filling a pair of balloons with water. Which do you think?"

Andy wasn't thinking anything very clearly. Denise straddled him, her long hair hanging down in a curtain. Her long nipples trailed across his powerful hairy chest. She bent and kissed him moistly again, her little pointed tongue darting out then back in again.

"You don't want to bet on it? I think he's filling a pair of balloons. Say what you like about young Ashley, he's got his priorities in the right order." She wriggled her bottom slightly, concentrating hard. "Woo-wow! Yeah, big boy! Give it to Denise!

The house lights dimmed jerkily and the curtains twitched apart. A gasp went up from the audience, entranced, transported back across two thousand years in an instant.

"It's a real donkey!"

"They've got a real one!"

"It's a real ass!"

"Hey, look at ole Mary!"

"She must be eleven months gone!"

"Christ, and she's supposed to be a virgin, too. Her mum's going to give her some grief when she finds out..."

The boys of Ashley's school, those who weren't taking part in the Nativity play, occupied the seats in the right hand half of the hall. Although the school holidays had started — it was two nights before Christmas Eve — the whole school was required to be there. Their attendance was assured by the offer of free hot sausage rolls and mince pies in the interval.

Across the aisle sat the fond parents and relatives of the cast members, together with any members of the public who could be parted from two pounds fifty in a Worthy Cause. The hall was surprisingly and satisfyingly full. Denise and Alice had timed their entrance to perfection, parading down the length of the hall to stupefied gasps from the assembled boys. Denise was looking staggering in what was probably the fullest silk shirt anyone in the hall had ever seen. Her bra was brand new that morning. 'It's the biggest size they make, an H-cup, darling. You'll simply have to stop growing now or I don't know what we're going to do with you!'

The only woman who could possibly have defeated Denise, Heidi, had that very morning been safely packed off home to Austria to explain the circumstances of her dismissal to her parents. She was confirmed as three months pregnant. The local football team was suspected of being the father...

Denise had smiled at one or two of the boys she recognised on her triumphal progress down the aisle. Those boys instantly became deified and hated by their schoolmates. Andy Barrett's steady girlfriend had become a legend in three short weeks. Fanciful descriptions of Denise had flown around the school corridors, fuelled by boys who had actually seen her. Now, in the flesh, those descriptions were shown to be inaccurate, but not in the usual way of schoolboy rumours. No one had exaggerated Denise's stunning development. No one had even come close to describing the fullness of her bosom. In fact, she had even surprised herself, blossoming to an almost overwhelming forty-five inches since her first encounter with the big senior. Three inches in as many weeks! Moving with extreme care in unaccustomed heels which accentuated a pair of unsuspectedly shapely legs and thrust out her achingly pert young buttocks, Denise jiggled massively as she passed in review.

Half a pace behind, Slut of the School, Alice, wore a shapeless grey jersey dress. Alice, unusually, wasn't trying to get laid tonight. Not casually, at least, although as ever she remained open to reasonable offers. She would probably be lying down with the Virgin Mary long before bedtime. But that wasn't the half of it. Alice was worried. She'd been late before — in fact, she had a fright almost every alternate month — but never by more than a few days. This was more worrying, a whole week. She wondered how she was going to explain it to her dad. Maybe after Christmas, or in the New Year. Anyway, with any luck, she might come on over Christmas and everything would be all right. What a fuck-up! Pregnant with that little dweeb, Ashley. If it weren't for his monster dongle, she'd have dumped the little shit days ago.

And now, there he was up on the stage in a ridiculous blue gown, with a gigantically pregnant belly, as if deliberately mocking her, making a spectacle of her in public. Alice hid her face in her hands as Joseph helped Mary down from the donkey. The animal, having been advised many times in his career never to work with children, decided to grab his fifteen minutes of fame and dumped a steaming pile on the stage. Mingled cheers and cries of revulsion rang out all round the auditorium, and a very small boy appeared from the wings with a dustpan and brush. The Physics master in his role as stage manager had thought of literally everything.

But not even the sight of a small boy in grey flannel shorts sweeping up several pounds of donkey dung could detract from Mary's appearance as she swung a leg in most unladylike fashion and dismounted from the beast, not really helped by Joseph, who couldn’t seem to decide where he could safely put his hands. The Virgin was undeniably pregnant, but now she was standing more or less upright, one or two gasps went up. These quickly spread, and the hall was filled with whisperings.

"Isn't that young Denise's brother?"

"I suppose they think this is some kind of a joke."

"It's in exceedingly poor taste."

And rather more basically, "Look at the fucking tits on her!"

"Lo!" said Joseph, turning to the audience while addressing his betrothèd. "Lo, my love! Verily, for 'tis ay inn. An hinn. I shall henceforth converse with the innkeeper in order for to ascertain the likelihood of our obtaining a room for the night. Lo, for Ye are great with child. Verily."

"Oi verily certainly do be, moy duck," said Mary, in a cod Somerset accent. She patted her pillow-mound affectionately. "Be glad when Oi've 'ad this little bugger. Oi dunno how it happened, oither, seein' as 'ow Oi'm still a Virgin, loike."

One or two nervous giggles broke out in the body of the hall.

Backstage, scripts were being rustled and consulted frantically. The main characters seemed to be making it up as they went along. The English mistress was thinking of having hysterics, if she could capture anyone's attention for long enough. Meanwhile, the whole production team was staring out at the stage, and specifically at Mary's bosom. It was without question the largest bosom any of them had seen in their lives.

"These things dunnarf weigh 'eavy on Me back," she sighed, hoisting the ponderous weight of several gallons of water. It was the first time Ashley had worn the bra with its full complement, and although the bra itself was well capable of handling the immense load, Mary was obliged to hang on to the donkey's bridle just to keep her balance. The donkey, realising this wasn't in his version of the script, lowered his head and backed away. Mary followed, staggering slightly.

"Lo, innkeeper," bellowed Joseph gamely. "Have ye a room for the night for my ... erm ... wife and me? As you can see, She is well in the club, and verily due to drop like any time, right?"

The innkeeper entered the stage, gawping at Mary's astounding chest. Even though he knew it was only Ashley dressed up, he had the beginnings of an almighty erection forming under his robe. "What?" he hissed at Joseph, then turned desperately to the wings for advice.

"You've got a stable," wailed the prompter, flipping through his useless script.

"Lo, yet there is no room at the inn," quoth the innkeeper. "But I can verily offer you a stable, with a manager ... or even a manger ... and verily some hay, forsooth. It's a bit shitty, but if you shoo the oxen and assen out of the way, your good lady can get Her head down and verily take the old weight off Her feet for a bit."

"It ain't Me feet Oi'm worryin' about," panted Mary, trotting past, clinging to the frisky donkey. "It's Me back. Oi dunno 'ow Heidi could stand up with these things hangin' round her neck. Oi should've stuck with Denise's now she's just grown out of her bloody G-cup..."

Joseph and the innkeeper realised they couldn't hold a proper conversation while this donkey was towing the female lead all over the stage, so they fell in behind her, carrying on with their approximate version of the script in a series of shouts.

"It's a verily bastard, trying to find anywhere tonight. We've tried a dozen places and they're all chocker. Lo, for 'tis a 'kin nightmare, mate. Verily, what's occurring?"

"Lo, prithee, 'tis the time of the ol' taxation and that, that's why we're so full, yeah? Fol-de-rol diddle di-doh, I never known it like this before, specially with it coming up to Christmas..."

The English mistress decided she'd go with the hysterics anyway.

The Physics master wondered whether to pull down the curtain.

"Whose fucking idea was it to use a live donkey?" Mary enquired crossly as the two of them passed the wings on their third hectic lap. She staggered again, clutched at her chest, then broke into a gallop to catch up. She might have made it, but sadly, she stepped on a donkey turd missed by the dustpan boy. The pillow slipped out of her middle and flopped out on to the stage.

"Christ! She's given birth already!" squeaked a junior boy in the front row.

"Verily, yea, 'tis a miracle!"

The donkey had seen enough. With a bucking motion like a wild west bronco, he rid himself of Mary and leaped out into the darkness beyond the footlights. Somehow, he landed safely and set off up the hall. A quick-thinking doorman flung open the doors and the beast galloped safely out into the night.

Mary slowly clambered to her feet, assisted by Joseph. The innkeeper tried to stuff the pillow back up her skirt, but Mary didn't seem too keen.

"Piss off," she advised him brusquely. She stood there, panting, her giantess breasts heaving. Without her baby mound, she was even more outrageously over-developed. The tips of her nipples — a pair of small oranges stuffed into the depths of the bra cups and secured with double-sided tape — wobbled fully nine inches below her waist. Until the pregnant pillow had escaped, her breasts had rested more or less securely on top. Now, they jiggled around alarmingly. Denise, watching her brother between suffering convulsions and fits of helpless giggles, could have warned him of the hazards of extremely large breasts even with adequate support. All in all, this Virginal Hypertrophied Mary was the image of every schoolboy's wettest dreams. As the audience willingly suspended its disbelief, a number of unscheduled erections sprouted in various parts of the hall, and these were by no means confined to the schoolboys.

The curtain came down to deafening applause, drowning out even the sounds of hysterics from backstage.

Act II never took place. An irate farmer Adkins had arrived for the show just in time to see his best donkey disappear down the road. He demanded instant possession of his other livestock; two sheep and a three-quarters blind border collie called Shep.

Besides, the English mistress was being busily comforted backstage by the Physics master, and one thing had led to another; proceedings coming to an abrupt conclusion when the hysterical lady's husband arrived backstage to see what he could do to help. The show could perhaps have gone on, but not until the Physics master returned from the Accident and Emergency Department of the Royal Worsetshire Hospital, where his broken nose was giving him some discomfort.

The only real bright spot for the school was that the audience had enjoyed it so much that only three people had demanded their money back.

"Well, that went pretty well, all things considered." They were walking slowly home, arm in arm through the first sprinklings of snow.

"We lost the plot a bit," Andy admitted. "Your brother forgot all his lines. And what about that ridiculous accent? Mary didn't come from Taunton."

"It doesn't say in the bible what accent She had," Ashley maintained. He had removed the bra and now carried it slung round his neck, with the water-filled balloons still inside it. It would make a nice souvenir. Besides, he wanted to see what Alice would look like wearing it. The thought was giving him a raging hard-on. He snuggled closer to Alice's side.

"What are you after," she murmured, her customary horniness bubbling to the surface despite her mood of black gloom.

They stopped, letting the other couple stroll on into the night. Their footprints were beginning to show as the snow settled. Ashley gathered Alice into his arms.

"Hold me tight, Ash. I'm not very happy tonight."

Ashley held her. If he played his cards right, they'd be in her dad's shed and shagging within ten minutes.

Plopp!

Splosh! Five and a half Imperial gallons of cold water were released down the front of Alice's shapeless grey jersey dress.

"Oh, shit!"

"I'm soaked, Ash!"

Thirty yards ahead, Denise rested her head on Andy's shoulder. "That Alice," she giggled. "She's so randy, she can't even wait until she gets him indoors. Andy?"

"Yeah?"

"I want you inside me. All three whopping inches of you."

Andy blushed in the snowy darkness. He had exciting news for Denise. He had been keeping it as a surprise for Christmas, but this seemed as good a time as any to tell her. "I've been growing, too," he murmured. She looked up expectantly, her shirt wobbling.

"Growing?"

"I'm three and a half inches now."

Denise sighed and laid her head on his broad shoulder. Verily, her cup ranneth over.

The End

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