Bundling a Growing Girl (Dinky, Pipsqueak, Growth)

 

 

>Pipsqueak showed up at the house of his client and knocked.

>When a large woman answered the door, he looked up but could only make out the orange curls of hair on the top of her head.

>Not only did the earth-woman fill the doorway, both with her tremendous height and matronly hips, but she had a bosom that was so pronounced and shelf-like that at first she didn't even see young Pip!

>Golden Harvest looked around intently until her little visitor took two steps back and suddenly popped into her line of sight.

>Laughing merrily, the apron-clad amazon motioned to him.

>"Come in, come in young man. I was so glad when Ms. Applejack told me about you."

>"Thanks, Mrs. Harvest."

>"No, thank you dear. It's not always easy to find young men who are eager to do the bundling. Not unless they fancy the girl. Of course it's easier when you're older because boys have grown a bit more and they start wanting to do favors for their special-someones. I started when I was a few years older than my daughter is now and I had no problems because of my earth blood. But what with my daughter being being born a unicorn-maid, I want to start her as early as possible. 'Start them young and they'll get up to a bonny size in no time' my mother used to say!"

>I understand," responded Pip, "If I may ask, who is you're daughter?"

>"Oh, you don't know?"

>Just then the front door opened.

>"Carrot, darling? We're home!" a man called out from the entryway.

>"Ah, that's them now. Dear, that young man I was telling you about is here!"

>A lanky man with a purple head of hair and an elegant ivory horn rising from his crown entered the living room.

>Behind him was a slim little girl with an unruly mop of blond hair that just covered her own shorter grey horn.

>Pipsqueak grinned with recognition.

>"Hiya, Dinky!"

>Dinky Doo looked at Pip and then smiled shyly before greeting him back.

>The pale headed child was in the grade below Pip.

>He had always gotten along well with Dinky and the prospect of bundling with her gave him a familiar fluttery feeling in his stomach.

>After all, she might be shorter and scrawnier than Pipsqueak right now but after looking at her massive mother he couldn't help but think about the huge potential this petite little cutie had inside of her!

>The man, Dinky's father, came over and shook Pip's hand.

>"Good to meet you, son. Written Script."

>"Pipsqueak, sir."

>Mrs. Harvest smoothed her apron across her broad lap and then motioned for her daughter.

>"Dinky, why don't you help me finish getting dinner on."

>When they were alone, Mr. Script motioned for Pip to sit down.

>"So, I just wanted to thank you for doing this. I know that we're paying you but I also can't help but wonder if you've really taken into account what effect this will have on you. I mean, you do know that bundling keeps the male, er, small?"

>Pip had been asked this before and was ready with his response.

>"I don't intend to do this forever, Sir. And my brothers and dad grew pretty late in life so as long as I stop before I'm fifteen, sixteen then I should be fine."

>Written Script considered Pip's words.

>"I suppose you're right. Besides, it's not like a few inches matter to most women. Not when they're at least twice your height anyway, ha ha!"

 

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>All throughout dinner Dinky kept glancing at their guest.

>When Golden Harvest had told her diminutive daughter that they were going to find someone for her to bundle with, Dinky hadn't really been too keen on the whole idea.

>First of all, that meant that she'd have to cuddle with some strange boy.

>What if it was Snips or Snails? Bleh!

>But when she found out who her first partner was to be, she immediately forgot that complaint.

>Truth be told, she had long had a crush on the older boy.

>Beyond that though, Dinky wasn't even sure she wanted to grow.

>Sure it might be nice to be a bit taller, but that wasn't all that happened to a girl when she bundled with a boy.

>She had seen how many of the older girls in the grades above her had started sprouting up over the past year.

>Not only had they gotten bigger, they had changed in other ways as well.

>All of a sudden, those girls looked a lot more grown-up and started dressing differently.

>And even though they were just two or three years ahead of Dinky and her classmates, those older schoolgirls had started acting more and more like grown-up ladies.

>Her grade even had a special class not too long ago where they had learned all about growing up.

>She knew that for young women like Diamond Tiara and Apple Bloom, who were now nearly as big as Ms. Cheerilee, it wouldn't be long before they left school to go pursue adult lives.

>And now Dinky's mother was encouraging her to start growing earlier than most of her classmates, just because she was a bit smaller than her peers!

>Still, when she looked at Pip she squirmed a little in anticipation.

>For some reason she didn't fully understand, she thought it might be fun to get to cuddle with him all night.

>And if she gained a few inches in the process, well, that probably wouldn't be so bad.

 

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>After dinner and a game of gin rummy, it was time for bed.

>Both youths got dressed in their pajamas and made their way to Dinky's parent's bedroom.

>Sometimes when Pip did this the parents would set up sleeping arrangements in the living room or the den, but always the family would sleep together in the same room.

>Bundling was an old tradition and an honorable one, and having the parents there to prevent any hanky-panky kept it that way!

>Dinky glanced up at her bed-mate.

>She'd had fun all evening but now, looking at the handsome taller boy, all her shyness came flooding back.

>Pipsqueak smirked and started to say something but stopped when Golden Harvest and Written Script came into the room.

>"Well, shall we go to bed kids?"

>"Sure Mr. Script."

>Dinky and Pip crawled under the covers of her bed, which had been hauled into the room for the night.

>After making sure they were tucked in, Mrs. Harvest joined her husband and they turned off the lights.

>At first, the nervous child kept to herself.

>Picking up on her mood, Pip scooted over had put his hand around hers.

>Normally he would simply place his shoulder against whoever it was that he was bundling with but with Dinky he couldn't help himself.

>She was just so adorable!

>The girl blushed like crazy; this was her first real contact with a boy.

>Soon though, she found herself snuggling into his shoulder.

>There was just something so cuddly and snugly about the boy lying beside her.

>He was like a giant stuffed teddy bear.

>Well, maybe not a 'giant' teddy bear; for some reason, as Dinky lay there in bed, she began to picture Pipsqueak more on the scale of her normal stuffed toys.

>As her mind drifted off to dreamland, she saw herself sitting on a bench in the middle of the park on a warm sunny day.

>If she had been thinking about it, she might have questioned how odd it was that the bench was so small, or why her rear was taking up so much space on the wooden seat.

>But the distracted dreamer had something far better to occupy her attention.

>Sitting on her lap was a wonderful, miniature stuffed toy that resembled her secret crush, Pipsqueak.

>It was the perfect thing to lavish her affections on and she hugged the plush figure to her equally soft chest, not stopping to wonder why she suddenly had two warm, wonderful-feeling pillows crammed into the front of her dress.

>When she squeezed the small plushie, however, it gave a small squeak!

>Astonished, she looked down to see that the Pip she had crushed against the straining bodice of her dress wasn't a toy at all, it was the real Pipsqueak!

>"How did you get so small?" Dinky asked in an amazed (and sultrier) voice.

>Pip grinned broadly, "I didn't get small, you got big!"

>She couldn't quite understand what he was saying; what did he mean, she got big?

>As the massive maiden pondered whether to ask her boy-toy additional questions or instead give him another pillowy hug, she started to get distracted.

>Everything became a jumble until, finally, she head a voice.

>"Dinky, sweetheart, it's time to get up."

>Mumbling her discontent, she slowly opened her eyes.

>Everything was so warm and smelled so good, why did she have to..?

>She stopped suddenly.

>Filling her vision was Pip's smiling face.

>Why was he facing her and why was he so close?

>Shifting her body, she found her arms tightly wrapped around her sleeping-companion.

>Not only that but she was curled up around him like a puppy with its favorite plaything!

>Her face crimson, she pulled back and released him.

>When during the night had she managed all of that?

>Pip got out of bed and then, like a true gentleman, offered his hand to help Dinky up.

>Flattered, she took his offer and sprung out of bed like she normally did.

>Only, it was a good thing she had Pip's support because her feet hit the floor before she was ready and she stumbled forward!

>Dinky's mother steadied her and laughed good-naturedly.

>"You have to watch out sweetheart, you've got a bit more to coordinate now!"

>A question rising to her lips, Dinky stopped as she straitened up and looked at Pipsqueak...

>And realized she was looking at the top of his head.

>Oh.

>She had done it.

>She had really grown during the night.

>And looking down at her bedmate, it looked like she had grown a number of inches.

>"Come here Hon," Mrs. Harvest gestured towards the doorsill of the bedroom, "We've got to measure you!"

>Dinky, a bit nervous after her initial stumble, took a hesitant step towards her mother.

>After testing her footing (and speaking of footing, the growing girl thought her feet looked huge now) she walked over to the doorway.

>"Alright, stand up strait!" Dinky obeyed and Pip got his first good look at her.

>Dinky's pajamas were the clearest indication of her new stature.

>Her bottoms, which had been plenty long the night before, were now painfully highwater on the girl's longer legs.

>The t-shirt she was wearing also didn't fit properly anymore, with the short-sleeves riding up her arms and the shoulders clearly too narrow for her new frame.

>As Dinky put her head back against the doorsill and stood with her chest thrust forward, Pip blushed to see yet another sign of her maturation — poking out of her shirt's otherwise flat front were two conical bumps that certainly hadn't been there last night!

>A quick mark with a pencil and a check with the tape measure and Mrs. Harvest crowed.

>"Wow! Five inches!"

>"Really? Let me see that..." Written Script looked at the tape, "Well I'll be. The first growth spurt's always the biggest but five inches? Whew!"

>He turned and tousled his daughter's hair.

>"It won't be long before you're taller than me."

>Dinky's cheeks turned red and, though she looked down at the ground, she was smiling all the same.

>Mrs. Harvest put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Now you must be starving after all that. Come on down and we'll all get breakfast."

>The taller girl WAS hungry and during the morning meal she ended up putting away twice as many pancakes as both her father and Pipsqueak combined!

>During breakfast, Mrs. Harvest told them that she had dug out some hand-me-downs that had belonged to Dinky's older sister and that after they were done she would help her daughter pick out some new clothes.

>When Dinky asked if she couldn't still get away with wearing some of her old dresses her mother chuckled.

>"No sweetheart. I don't think you'll be able to fit into any of your old clothes after this weekend. See, you've grown 'up' some, and now you're going to grow 'out' some. That's why you're so hungry. By the time Monday rolls around you're friends won't be calling you a twig anymore!"

>Dinky didn't know what to say to that, so she shoved another bite of pancake in her mouth.

>After everything was cleaned up and everyone was dressed (with the exception of Dinky who was still in her pajamas) they all said their goodbyes.

>Written Script handed Pip his wages and asked if he'd be willing to come by again sometime.

>"Actually," the usually bold boy stumbled a bit, "I was thinking that maybe, um, for Dinky... Uh, I might come back..." his cheeks reddened, "For free? I mean, as a friend? T-too help Dinky out, I mean."

>He glanced at his bundling partner and saw that she was grinning ear-to-ear.

>Before anyone could say anything though, Dinky's mother stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Pipsqueak, and picked him up off the floor!

>As the mountainous matron mashed Pip's face in-between her mammoth mammaries (each one dwarfing his head!) Mrs. Harvest told the boy that he was certainly welcome back anytime.

>Written Script was amused to see his daughter positively fuming while his wife lavished her affection on the lad.

>"Oh ho!" he thought, "Looks likes someone's starting to sharpen her claws! I'll have to warn Carrot to lay off the full body hugs."

>After Mrs. Harvest put Pip down, Mr. Script shook his hand and told him he was always welcome.

>Then the girl of the hour stepped over towards her new — bundling mate? Best friend? Boy Friend?

>She didn't worry about it too much; they had plenty of time to figure it out.

>The elated girl gave Pip a big hug.

>Though she was still pretty thin and lanky, he knew that would soon be changing: the pleasant feeling of Dinky's new padding against his chest assured him of that.

>He picked up his bag and said goodbye.

>It was the weekend and Pipsqueak had a number of errands to run.

>Mostly, he had a number of appointments with other girls and their families to cancel.

 

The End