Chapter 3

As the summer passed I started spending even more time with Heather outside of work.  Slowly she started hanging out with my group of friends, and I started hanging out with her clique.  There were parties galore, BBQ's in backyards and get-togethers at the beach.  Food was often involved, and alcohol always was.  Heather was a very happy-go-lucky drunk, and very affectionate as well.  I always felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw her with some guy's tongue down her throat, but I reminded myself I was in this for the long haul.  

Possibly the best part of summer hang-outs was the dress code.  Heather frequently wore a bikini, occasionally with shorts.  This meant easy viewing for me as the months went by.  Not only did I watch her become quite tan from all the sun exposure, I also saw the fruit from all that candy-buying and baking I did.  It was gradual, but at the end of the summer there could be no doubt.  

Heather Morris was gaining weight.  

Her entire body seemed just a touch softer, in part due to her lack of time exercising.  She still worked out, and certainly wasn't flabby or lazy, but the difference was undeniable.  Her newly indulgent lifestyle was causing her to ripen before my very eyes, she seemed to becoming sleeker and more lush by the day.  Early in the summer I saw her in a very small green bikini and understood why she could have any guy she wanted.  Her legs were long and lean, her ass tight but definitely not flat, her flat abs had a hint of a six pack, and her perky breasts were the stuff of wet dreams.

In late August I was rather shocked when Heather pulled out that green bikini again.  I had thought it had been retired since July.  My mouth went dry as I drank in her softening form.  Her lower body seemed to be coated with a slight layer of cushioning.  Her thighs and calves still looked rather slim, in part because they were so long.  Her hips maybe spread an extra inch, but my eagle eye caught the way the string of her bikini bottom dug in to tan flesh, causing just the tiniest hint of a love handle to spill out above.  The triangle of fabric that covered about 80% of her magnificent rear at the beginning of the summer was now covering just 60% or so.  I licked my lips as I gazed at the warm tan flesh of her round buttocks that spilled from its confines.  I wanted nothing more than to take a big bite of that juicy ass.  

And that tiny little paunch that she was freaking out about?  Well, maybe she was right after all.  That hint of a six pack was nowhere to be found.  Her lower stomach now pooched out just slightly, looking ripe and fertile.  I could tell by her posture that she was sucking in her stomach, I bit my lip as I imagined her stomach muscles relaxing, her belly swelling out into a nice, round pot.  

Fuck, I wanted her bad.

The biggest change was undoubtedly her expanding bustline.  If her breasts were impressive before, they were flat out amazing now.  She still had to be just shy of a D, but remained just as perfectly perky as ever.  The lack of fabric in this particular bathing suit only highlighted her growth.  Sweet, succulent breast flesh poured out over the cup, and even peeked out the sides.  

Later that day we played volleyball.  I barely avoided making several stupid mistakes, as I was unabashedly captivated by Heather's jiggling form as she sprinted to and fro.  I wasn't the only one staring at her breasts as they bounced up and down, I'm pretty sure a few guys were watching the game for that sole purpose.  Unlike them, however, I received just as much of a thrill from watching her golden ass cheeks wobble slightly.  Once or twice in between serves Heather stood with her hands on her hips, visibly trying to catch her breath.  During these moments she plainly forgot about sucking in her stomach, and I was treated to the sight of an inch or two of pudge hanging just over her bikini bottoms.  

The summer days blurred together, Heather's gradually expanding body was a fantasy come true.  I was sad as the weather gradually cooled, but still elated when Heather admitted to me that she needed a brand new fall wardrobe.  Apparently, those wonderfully snug jeans now had trouble sliding over her rounder rear, or fastening across her bulging tummy.  There were still parties every weekend, but fewer people because a number of folk had moved off to college.  

Heather was still happily munching and drinking away, either in denial or acceptance of her added pounds.  I just wasn't sure which . . . 

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The party was winding down.  I had built up a decent buzz, but kept it under control.  Heather was getting quite tipsy, and I was happy to see her constantly grazing on the various goodies that were scattered about.  

"Jenna girl!" she shouted, wobbling toward me.

I chuckled, watching her approach.  Her jeans were truly painted on, revealing thighs and hips that were just shy of being chubby.  Her bubble butt had to be straining the seams, it moved as if it had a mind of its own.  Her tight black sweater was no longer up to the task of covering her swelling pot belly, a thin strip of pale flesh showed over her waistband.

Without ceremony she plopped down on the couch next to me.  She grinned as if pleased with herself at not falling over, her eyes glazed over with too much drink.  Then she abruptly belched out loud and giggled.  

"I'm so fucking wasted," she tittered.  "Ugh, and these pants are so tight! Why did I wear such tight pants?"

She leaned back on the couch and wrestled the straining button open.  I grew wetter and wetter as I watched her soft pale flesh spill out.  

"Well, you do look really hot in those jeans," I told her, winking slyly.

"Yeah, do you think I'm hot?" she asked.  "I'm not getting too fat?"

"You're the hottest one here," I stated.  "Not a single girl even comes close."

"Oh, you're so sweet," Heather cooed.  "Now if only you were a guy."

"Who needs a guy?" I asked, leaning forward to close the gap.