The Chapel School

THE CAST:

LILA: a girl from the little village that sits in the valley beneath the Chapel School. 19 years of age and rather slight of build from her peasant upbringing. She has dark, dead-straight hair, chopped off hastily at the shoulders, as is traditionally done for those selected for the School. She has soft eyes and a round face, pale from her valley-folk heritage. She carries herself impeccably, more like a noble than a village girl in manners and wit. Perhaps this is what won her the privilege of the annual selection.

LADY ALMA: a young woman who made her pilgrimage to this land in the last summer. She is 24 years of age, strong and full of life, which immediately distinguishes her from her fellow Chapel Ladies, who are wont to be older, colder -- more reserved. Alma keeps her reddish-brown hair thrown up in a bun over her sun-browned face: it makes work easier. She is patient and gentle with her pupils.

Yes, Lila gave thanks to the Gods above for Alma becoming her Lady in the first nerve-wracking weeks.

1. THE WISH

Lila leans over the old well. It is dusk, and the scent of woodsmoke tinges the cool air. All the other girls are going to bed. Lady Alma, Lila's mentor and guardian, meanders in the shade of a birch, quietly waiting. "Come along now, Lila," she calls. "It's lights out very soon."

"One moment, my Lady." Lila pulls out the treasure she happened upon earlier that day in the dirt: an old, rusted coin. She grasps it tight and it bites into her soft hand before she lets it go sailing down into the dim depths with a

plip

.

"Aren't you a little old to be making wishes?" Lady Alma muses as they pace up the stone stairs to the dormitory.

"Oh, hush. You're not even that much older than me," Lila giggles, then falls silent. She finds herself lagging behind by two, three steps, so that she can watch her Lady's hips sway as she walks. Lila looks back to the well and strokes her pale wrist gingerly.

She takes a quick breath and catches up.

2. WELL-FED

Lila awakes to a peculiar sensation -- her nightshirt feels tighter. Her stomach flutters. She tiptoes out in front of the mirror.

She stifles a gasp, rubs her eyes.

Her bony frame inexplicably has more flesh on it, a subtle but undeniable change. The butterflies in her belly intensify as she brings her hands to her chest, then her hips. There is ever so slightly more heft in both areas. Lila bolts back to bed, feeling strangely warm and tingly. She hopes that it is all a dream.

At the breakfast table, Lila eats quietly, meekly, her heart racing all the while. None of the other girls seem to have taken notice of her sudden growth spurt, which is a slight comfort. No, what Lila is truly worried about is--

"Good morning, girls!" Lady Alma, characteristically early, has made her appearance well before the other Ladies, exchanging smiles and greetings with Lila's fellow pupils. Lila almost chokes on her toast. Her Lady has spotted her and is walking over. The pair of them exit the dining hall and pace through the courtyard, down past the creek. Lila can feel Lady Alma's gaze on her the entire time, but does not dare meet it.

"The School is doing you some good, already, Lila," says Lady Alma.

"Do you think so?" Lila straightens up and fixes her skirt more tightly over her backside.

"Most definitely. You are looking much healthier... more... well-fed." Lady Alma struggles to find the words and pauses awkwardly -- like there is something amiss that she cannot quite place.

"I am glad you think so, my Lady." Lila lets her shoulders relax and pushes her chest out slightly. She is privately delighted to see Lady Alma swivel her head to inspect the flagstones of a nearby archway.

3. GAMES DAY

Saturday is Games Day, where the girls go out onto the green and play various sports. On this morning Lila wakes up to a new level of tightness in her smalls, even sharper than days before. She looks under the covers. Her thighs have grown yet broader, rubbing firmly together. She takes a breath and sits up, correcting her posture. Yes, there is more intense a battle between her bosom and her nightshirt than days before as well. All throughout her is that same strange warmth, not entirely unwelcome.

Lila knows that she has been getting odd looks from the other girls, but she does not mind. They give her the same vague stare that she has been receiving from Lady Alma: unsure of whether they are imagining things. It is going to be easier for them to tell, now, most certainly. Lila feels her body bouncing with new weight as she gets changed. She surprises herself by biting her lip and giggling.

However, the Saturday games take the edge off Lila's chirpy mood. She chafes with every hit of the ball. At times she fears her breasts and buttocks are going to tear through her game uniform and she will have to just stand there, exposed in front of everyone. In front of Lady Alma. The thought takes a hold of her long enough for the opposing team to dart past her and score the winning point.

4. MORE LIKE A WOMAN

At day's end Lila is tired and smells of grass. She walks back towards the dormitory with her Lady, electing to steer them down the long way down by the old classrooms. The chatter of the other girls is distant, floating up and away above the schoolyard as everyone else trots off to bed.

Lila summons up the courage and ventures, "I'm getting too big for my clothes, my Lady. Is that normal for the new girls?"

Lady Alma replies gently, "Those game clothes did look a bit tight on you today, I must say..." She straightens up, clears her throat. "Yes, it is normal for village girls to put on some weight when they come here. There is good food and plenty of activity to help you grow. It makes perfect sense, I think."

Lila chews her lip and continues, "I feel very tight around my hips... I'm getting to look more like a woman, now." She giggles, a precious sound, and notices a slight blush in Lady Alma's cheeks. Lila colours too.

"You certainly have begun to develop a stronger... frame, Lila," Lady Alma replies, a touch awkwardly. She looks down at the younger girl beside her and notices things that she knows she should not be noticing -- like how Lila's breasts are almost larger than her own, straining the fabric absurdly tight. How Lila's bottom is heavier and rounder, and how difficult it was to avoid staring at it as she jiggled back and forth on the field during her games.

How the girl's eyes light up around her. How soft her lips look.

Lady Alma inhales hastily and adds, "In any case, I will talk to the matron and see if we can arrange some new kit for you. I cannot say that she will be pleased having to outfit you again so soon. You may just have to put up with this discomfort a little while longer. I am sorry, Lila. It mustn't be all too fun for you."

Lila smiles. "It's okay, my Lady, I don't mind." She rubs her face and looks at her hands. Her fingertips are padded with dirt. She pouts, Lady Alma laughs.

"You'll need a proper wash-up tonight, Lila," the Lady teases.

"I will, most certainly, my Lady." Lila slows her pace and feels her heart start to hammer away. She plays with her hair, picks her moment, and delivers her words decisively. "I don't think the basin will be enough, tonight," she announces. "I should really have a bath."

"Nonsense. You can't go to the bathhouse at this hour, especially not on your own." Lady Alma starts to walk faster.

"Perhaps you could come with me, my Lady?" The words are out and there is no taking them back. Lady Alma's mouth is half open but she does not look angry. Flustered, maybe. The last dormitory door closes shut somewhere in the distance and all is silent. The Lady takes some time to think, wrings her hands. Lila holds her breath.

Lady Alma reaches into her gown and produces her key-ring. She manages a smile. "Just this once."

5. JUST THIS ONCE

Lila is doing a better job at masking her embarrassment than her Lady as the bath runs. They sit across from each other on sturdy pine benches. The sound of rushing water echoes through the empty tiled space. Scent of rosy soap, air thick with warm steam that dews on the skin. Lady Alma gets up abruptly and walks through to check the water temperature for the fifth time.

"The bath is ready. I will stay here while you wash, Lila." Lady Alma is surprisingly quiet and timid. Lila feels a twinge of doubt. Will her Lady go along with her little game, or is a grave mistake being made?

"Okay, my Lady. I am grateful for this; I shan't take long." Lila gives her mentor a meek nod.

"No, no, take your time," Lady Alma mumbles softly, averting her eyes.

Lady Alma sits up straight on the bench and tilts herself away as Lila undresses. There is a clatter as the girl's shoes come off, then some rustling as she battles with her buttons and waistband. The Lady draws her legs tighter together, tries to breathe more evenly.

She hears a splash and a contented moan and she knows that her pupil, now naked, has slid into the steaming water. Lady Alma clasps her hands, folds them across her chest, places them down firm on the seat -- unable to sit still.

Lila's voice wafts over. "You know, I feel rather rotten, my Lady."

"Oh?" Lady Alma stays turned away.

"You're breaking all of these rules, yet you're not even the one having the bath!"

"It pleases me to make you happy, Lila, what can I say?" The Lady is rubbing her arm. She wants to slap herself for feeling this way.

"But I want you to be happy too, Alma." Lila's use of her mentor's first name sends sparks scattering across the Lady's skin.

"Um... Thank you, Lila... But you cannot be talking to me like that." There is no convincing edge in Lady Alma's voice, no strength at all.

There is a soft sound of splashing, then the patter of bare feet on tile. Lila appears before her Lady, dripping, bare, steam rising from her glistening body.

Lady Alma forgets to breathe.

Lila brushes two damp fingers under her Lady's chin, holds her head so she cannot look away. "I know that looking at me makes you happy." Lila is shaking, but her voice holds firm.

"Lila..." Alma's eyes are wide and her shoulders are sinking. She feels so hot that she could faint.

"I know that you want to see me this way. So, look! I am giving you permission. Look at my womanly body, Alma. Look at it as much as you want."

Alma exhales awkwardly, something between a splutter and a moan. Lila draws her arms up above her head. Her dark hair clings to her face in wet strands. She is exhibiting herself, fingers dancing lines along her ample thighs, up past her navel, tracing and catching under the heft of her bosom and making it bounce immodestly.

Alma squirms in her seat, entranced. Her pupil, so slight and soft-spoken when she first met her, is now showing off her new curves so freely, so lustfully, like a brothel girl putting on a show. Not that Alma would know about that sort of thing. Lila grins, not just a little red in the face. "Do you like my body, my Lady?"

"Lila, we shouldn't be..."

"Do you like my body?"

Alma swallows. "Yes."

Lila braces her hands on her knees and giggles. Dips her head. "That makes me very happy." She paces forward and runs a finger cautiously up Alma's sleeve. Alma lets her. "You must be stifling in this gown, though."

"It

is

getting quite hard to breathe in here." Alma allows herself to chuckle, relaxing slightly.

"Come and bathe with me, then." It is not a question.

6. THE BATH

Alma's head is spinning as she disrobes. What on earth is she doing? Lila watches on hungrily. Her Lady strips down to her smalls, revealing her full-figured body. Her skin is pale at the torso, the hips, and everywhere the sun cannot reach. She turns shyly, showing off her figure, if just for a moment. Alma draws her hands over her chest. "I might just keep my smalls on, Lila."

"Of course, Alma. But, oh! You are so beautiful."

"Ah... why, thank you." Alma feels her smalls dampening and gasps. "Let's get in, shall we?"

They sink into the bath, the water perfectly warm, laced with soap bubbles. Lila sits back, pushes her chest out confidently and breathes deep. She locks eyes with her mentor. Wordlessly, Alma lets her arms fall from her chest. Lila grinds her lip in her teeth at the sight.

They sit there for a few minutes -- it may as well be an hour. Alma slowly starts to peruse her pupil more openly, less shame in her gaze. Lila can feel her Lady's eyes travelling down from her bust to her crotch, obscured by the gentle current. She parts her legs ever so slightly, leans forward. "I like seeing you like this, Alma."

"I like seeing you like this, too." Alma's face glows with adoration beneath her persistent blushing.

"I have always thought you very beautiful." Lila is pacing forward on her hands and knees, rippling the water's surface as she closes the distance.

"Oh, Lila--" Alma lets herself fall forward into the moment before she can think. They kiss. Just a peck, soft lips interlocking for half a second before pulling away. There is a shared breathlessness. Alma falters. "Oh, my, Lila, I am sorry..."

"Sorry for what?" Lila gasps as she lunges back into Alma's arms, and this time they kiss with their tongues. Lila repeats herself huskily, "Sorry for what?" Alma goes limp in her embrace. Any lingering hint of restraint is discarded. They kiss until their heads spin from lack of air, and then they kiss some more. Rose scented water splashes with every desperate motion. Alma's hands take on a mind of their own and roll her smalls down, flicking them off. They float away, forgotten. Lila can feel her Lady's hands groping her rear feverishly and she giggles with delight. "You like grabbing me back there, huh?"

"It is not my fault you have grown this perfect ass." Alma shudders with newfound pleasure and abandon.

Hearing her Lady speak so crudely sends Lila over the edge. She swivels, plants her hands in the water and sticks her hips back in her Lady's face. Alma's nose is mere inches clear of Lila's privates, soft and warm, steamy, winking. Eager. Lila teases, "This ass? Your sweet little pupil's ass?'

"Oh god, yes! Yes, Lila..." Alma trembles as she grabs the girl by the hips and plunges her face in, feasting on those womanly parts that no Lady should ever think of indulging in, least of all those that belong to a pupil of theirs, Gods above. "I am sorry."

"Do not be sorry, my Lady. Please. Have me," Lila sighs as she wiggles her hefty rear. Alma loses herself to Lila's sweet scent, her salty taste. Sniffs and licks like a curious animal. Lila is starting to buckle at the knees and make sounds that have Alma blushing yet harder -- little squeals and moans, delicious gasps. Drops to her elbows and muffles herself in the water. Alma allows her hand to travel down between her legs and works her fingers up and into herself.

"Mm, is my Lady playing with herself? Do I taste that good, oh, do I?" Lila sputters, rolls her hips back and feels Alma's tongue grind in deeper, deeper.

"Yes, it does, Lila. I love the taste of you, oh, Gods!"

"Finish me off then, my Lady. I want you finish me off on your face."

"Oh, you wicked girl!" Alma whimpers desperately as her fingers pick up a steady rhythm, matching her tongue as she continues to degrade her pupil. Lila's moans devolve to needy grunts as she sits back onto her Lady's face, the shift of weight locking Alma's tongue into her as deep as it can go. Alma's nose buries itself in Lila's dirtier hole, the scent of which sends her feral. She pushes her tongue about in hard spirals and pushes the slovenly girl past her threshold.

Lila shakes and bucks her hips, lets out a series of choked moans as she climaxes, little pathetic whimpers trailing off as her tight embrace of Alma's tongue pulses, then releases, squirting out onto her mentor's face, once, twice, glazing her cheeks and gushing deliciously hard into her mouth. In turn, Alma's fingers have her reaching her own orgasm with a steady succession of savage scoops, spurred on by Lila's climax. Alma gasps with the overload of her senses: she can taste Lila on her tongue, feel her dripping down her cheeks. She buckles, her whole body struck stiff, then released, only to lock back up in a second convulsion, then another. Her snatch is churning on her fingers beneath the fragrant water's surface, making noisy bubbles in a most humiliating manner. "Oh, Gods... Lila, don't look at me... Don't look."

Lila falls forward and gathers herself. She cuddles up to Alma, who is still shuddering with conclusive bursts of pleasure. The water settles, they kiss softly. "Oh, but I

am

looking, my Lady. And I love it."

7. EVERY NOW AND THEN

Lila puts the measuring tape down and sighs, mainly from relief but ever so slightly from disappointment. Her measurements have read the same for a week now, from head to toe. There has been some subtle flux, of course, but nothing compared to her initial growth. She supposes it is a good thing: her back just barely has enough muscle to support her buxom chest. Who knows how far things could have gone?

Lady Alma knocks, steps in. "Good afternoon, Lila."

"Good afternoon, my Lady."

"I have got some new clothes for you, finally. The matron had a bit to say, but she followed through nonetheless."

"Oh, yay!" Lila takes the bundle from her mentor. Their hands brush, then recoil. Their gazes meet and hold fast.

It has been a week since their fall to lust at the bathhouse. They have not spoken of it since, but through knowing smiles and a measured distance both young women have arrived at the same conclusion: it is not something that they are to enjoy too often, not in this place.

But if it is only every now and then, who would notice?

Alma finds her keys. She goes to lock the door as Lila shutters the window. There is a ripping noise and a small gasp: Lila has bent over too far and a generous tear has appeared in her old stockings, revealing a glaring lack of smalls.

"Oops! Oh, no... I am sorry, my Lady. That has been bound to happen for some time."

"Yes," replies the Lady. She fixes her bun, pacing over slowly. Gets to her knees, wets her lips. "Yes, I am sure it has."