I knew Wendy from High school. She had just started as a freshman the year I got my diploma & headed out of the little podunk town in search of my fortune.
I had been away from my home for about two years, & I'd come back to town to visit my mom and help with some home improvement projects she had going.
I spent a week building a greenhouse and redoing the roof, and I decided to take a day off & see what might have changed in my old stomping grounds. I went to see a teacher of mine that had been a real inspiration to me and helped keep me sane though the hell that is high school.
After spending a couple hours catching up, I decided to go & see who else was around.
That's when I ran into Wendy again.
I was walking through the lunchroom when I heard a voice call my name
"Billy? Billy Name? Is that you?"
I turned to look at her, taking a second to recognize her.
"Wendy! Hi! how are you?"
She had changed. She used to be an average teenaged girl, a little on the chubby side, but very pretty, with long blond hair, a nice chest and a pair of lips that gave a me some very ungentlemanly ideas.
Judging by the cleavage she was sporting, she'd definitely grown up a bit in the last two years.
I sat down and we started catching up on things who was doing what, who moved, who stayed, that kinda thing. I did my damnedest to maintain eye contact throughout the conversation, but it wasn't easy.
I looked up at the clock and noticed it was almost three o'clock. School was almost over and I offered her a ride home.
When she stood up, my jaw almost hit the table. She was pregnant- VERY pregnant. She looked like she was carrying Triplets, her belly stood out at least two feet from the rest of her, her breasts, which were rather generous when I'd left, filling a generous DD bra, had swollen to what I could only guess was at least an FF. She saw me staring and blushed a little.
"There have been a few changes with me too" she smiled.
"I can see that" I said, My eyes still fixed on her swollen figure, I felt my dick getting harder by the second.
We went to my car and took off towards her place, but after a few minutes, she asked if I wouldn't mind just driving around for awhile.
We took a long tour of the town, chatting about various things; revisiting old stomping grounds. I found out that Mr. Phelps, the old middle school principal had died. He was an abusive, self serving lecherous old prick.
I decided to visit his grave. I turned down the street leading to the cemetary. Wendy knew where his plot was and led me right to it.
I stood over his gravestone, thinking about all the abuse and crap he'd heaped upon me and my friends during our time under his rule. I remembered how he had hidden his actions, saying he was "only trying to guide us to the 'righteous path'. He used his religion like a bludgeon on all of us.
Wendy had dealt with his shit too. "Go ahead, you know you want to."
I unzipped and took a long piss on the asshole's grave. I noticed that there was a permanent bare patch at the base of the stone, like nothing could grow there.
Wendy saw me looking at it. "You're not the only one to do that. Even my cousin Elise made a point to do the same thing."
We got back in the car and headed out. "There's a place I'd like to go. You just drive and I'll tell you where to turn. Wendy sat back and directed me, "Turn left here." Turn right at the next road." Etc...
I noticed her skirt had ridden up a little and I had to force myself to watch the road.
After awhile we turned into Grove Park, It was a National park & campground, With lots of secluded areas for camping or just hanging out.
Following her directions, I drove deep into the park, far away from the road and most of the other campsites. It was the Off-Season and the place was deserted.
We got out of the car and I was treated the sight of her stretching, hands at the small of her back pushing her Huge belly and breasts forward, arching her back.
We went over to a picnic table and she sat on the table, her feet planted on the bench.
She looked at me with a little smile, " You haven't even asked about how I got this way."
I laughed and said, "I have a pretty good idea!"
"My bastard boyfriend left me. He started calling me fat as soon as I started showing." She looked down. " He hadn't even touched me since then, and now he's in Mexico." She started to cry a little then.
I was always a sucker for that. I went over and sat next to her.
"He's an idiot who doesn't know how good he had it!" I said. "I sure as hell wouldn't take off. And I'd be 'touching' you every chance I could get!"
She laughed a little.
"You're just saying that, I know I'm a fat, knocked up cow right now."
"I think you're gorgeous."
"Really? I haven't heard that for so long."
"Really?."
"How can you think I'm pretty? I'm as big as a house, I can barely walk and my boobs are all swollen and I can't even find a bra that fits right!- I look ridiculous!"
" I don't think there's anything ridiculous about you. You are beautiful and I can't believe your boyfriend ditched you! And if I were him, You wouldn't need to walk 'cuz you'd never leave the bedroom!"
I moved a bit closer, standing between her knees. My dick was rock hard, straining against my jeans. I was surprised the zipper was holding out against the pressure.
"You really think so?"
I took her chin in my hand and raised her face up so I could see her eyes.
