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The Pierce’s doorbell sang out into the house. 

“Raymond, she’s here!” called up his mother, Tracy.  

“I’m in the bathroom right now, mom!” he shouted back down the stairs.  “Can you just let her in?  I’ll be down in a couple minutes.” 

“Ok.”  Tracy shook her head as she walked to her front door.  She knew her son was still friends with his ex-girlfriend, and that they occasionally chatted on the phone and exchanged emails.  Tracy was happy about this — Katherine had always been a nice girl…smart, athletic, ambitious, and — Tracy hated to admit — maybe a little too much for her son.  It had never been hard for her to understand why Katherine had broken up with Raymond to pursue her pre-law studies at Stanford.  Her own son had floundered through his first two years of college, barely making passing grades…and when he mentioned that he had invited Katherine over, she was excited.  Tracy felt that Raymond could use all the positive energy he could get from friends who were actually applying themselves.  She couldn’t help but shake her head as she approached the door, because she knew that Raymond hadn’t seen her in two years; of course, when she was finally here, he was on the toilet.      

A moment later Tracy opened her front door and gasped.  Standing before her and smiling down like a summer blossom was Katherine Lloyd, just home for summer vacation.  When Katherine had left the state for Stanford a couple years before, she was already a little taller than Raymond, at 5’10.  Raymond still stood at the same 5’8, more or less average height that he inherited from his father, who was also 5’8.  For her own part, Tracy stood at 5’4 — and that was why she had gasped.  She was looking directly into the middle of Katherine’s cleavage, which had apparently swelled noticeably into a full-blown womanly bosom.      

“Hi Mrs. Pierce!” came Katherine’s buoyant greeting as she bent down and engulfed Tracy in a hug.   

“H-hi…Katherine,” Tracy managed to say through the powerful squeeze of Katherine’s embrace.  The two separated and there was a moment without words as Tracy just stood there gawking with her mouth open, completely bamboozled.  Katherine grinned from ear to ear as she put her hands on her hips, which Tracy could not fail to notice had also swelled considerably in size.   

“I got a little bigger since I was here last,” said Katherine, chuckling as she looked down her own body.   

“Y-yeah, you…you did,” stuttered Tracy.  “Katherine…I…I don’t…wow!”  She was embarrassed that she had been reduced to this driveling, gaping state, and she actually blushed a little, her cheeks growing red as she searched around desperately in her brain for something to talk about unrelated to Katherine’s size.  

“It’s ok, Mrs. Pierce, don’t be embarrassed,” said Katherine kindly.  “It’s surprised everyone to see me like this.  Girls aren’t supposed to grow three inches a year after they turn 18, but hey, that’s exactly what happened to me, so go figure.”  She laughed good-naturedly.   

“Well…isn’t…isn’t that something,” said Tracy, smiling as she began to recover herself.  “Well, it’s wonderful to see you, Katherine.  Won’t you come in?” 

“Thanks!” said Katherine as she walked past Tracy into the house.  Tracy couldn’t help but steal a glance at Katherine as she passed.  She was wearing flat sandals and a wonderful white summer dress that came down to just above her knees, granting a pleasing view of her developed calves and a peek at her well-formed thighs.  Tracy also saw that Katherine had grown an ass too…an impressive bulge that shook up and down distinctly with each step she took.   

“Well, I know that Raymond is excited to see you,” said Tracy, closing the door.  “He’s upstairs in the bathroom right now, but he’ll be down in a minute.  Why don’t you come have a seat in the living room.  Anything to drink?  Lemonade?  Iced tea?  La Croix?”   

“Oooh I’ll take a La Croix, thanks!” said Katherine as she followed Tracy to the living room.   

“We’ve got lime and lemon.” 

“Lime’s my favorite!”   

“All right then, have a seat and I’ll get you one.”  Katherine sat down on the sofa and a moment later Tracy joined, passing along her drink as she sat down in one of the armchairs.   

“So…back home from Stanford!” said Tracy, impressed.  “Are you liking it there?” 

“I love it,” said Katherine, sipping her drink.  “I mean, it’s pretty cutthroat in a lot of ways, you know?  Lots of competition.  But I like a little bit of that — keeps me sharp, you know what I mean?”   

“Definitely,” laughed Tracy.  “Well, I always knew that you’d do well there, Katherine.  You were always so determined in high school.  I guess I can’t expect any more than excelling at Stanford from the valedictorian, now, can I?”   

“Oh pshaw,” said Katherine, blushing a little as she waved her hand dismissively.  “I can’t get complacent on past accomplishments…gotta keep moving!” 

“Tell that to my son,” said Tracy.  “He’s been having some trouble lately at Compton’s.” 

“That’s the community college down the street, right?” 

“Yes…he’s just…well, I won’t speak too poorly of him, but I’m a little worried about him.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Katherine, her brow creasing a little.   

“Raymond hasn’t spoken to you about his struggles?”   

Katherine chuckled a little.  “No, he hasn’t really mentioned anything like that.  But, you know, we don’t talk that often, and when we do it’s just really to catch up, you know?” 

“Of course,” said Tracy, sipping her own drink of iced tea.  “So…Raymond doesn’t know…that…” 

“That I’ve grown?” asked Katherine, laughing as she noticed Tracy blushing again.  “No, he has no idea — we’ve only emailed and spoken on the phone a few times.  And you don’t have to worry, Mrs. Pierce, I don’t mind talking about it!”   

“It’s just…you look so great Katherine…really impressive,” said Tracy, using Katherine’s easiness as an excuse to pursue the topic against her own better judgment.  “Did you just…do you know…why you kept growing?”  She found herself wanting to ask if Katherine was still growing, but she stopped herself. 

Katherine laughed as she put her drink down on a side table and leaned back on the sofa, stretching her arms over her head.  Even her arms looked…thicker…more developed…and yet still undeniably womanly.  Tracy’s eyes grew wider without her even realizing.   

“Well, I went to the doctor last year, just to make sure, you know, nothing was going wrong,” she explained with a smile, lowering her arms.  “And he said it was unusual, but that sometimes, girls have growth spurts in their late teens.  He said my diet and exercise routine probably helped too.” 

“Lots of fruits and vegetables?” inquired Tracy with a smile. 

“Lots of those,” laughed Katherine, “and protein.  Lots of protein.  But it’s easy to eat a lot more when you’re swimming and lifting weights a few times a week.” 

“Oh really, you’re doing all that?” asked Tracy.  “I can’t even get Raymond to come out of his room when he’s over here in the summer.”   

“Well maybe I can help him get started on something,” said Katherine humorously.  “But seriously, though, I really credit the regular exercise with keeping me focused.  Otherwise I think I might go crazy out there.  All the work can seem overwhelming when you look at it in a vacuum, you know?”   

“Definitely,” said Tracy, finding herself more and more impressed by her son’s ex-girlfriend.  Was Raymond still in the bathroom?  She noticed a feeling of annoyance at her son for an instant for his lack of planning, but then it was suddenly gone — she was enjoying herself talking to Katherine…what did it matter if Raymond wasn’t there? 

“Well, I hope you’re able to stay for dinner,” she said, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.  “My husband should be getting home from work in about half an hour — and he’s bringing back Clara from soccer practice.” 

“Oh Clara!” exclaimed Katherine jubilantly.  “I’d love to see her!  And Mr. Pierce too, of course.  Yes, I’d love to stay for dinner!” 

“Excellent,” said Tracy happily.  She didn’t know why, but she was excited…thrilled, even, by the prospect of the rest of her family seeing this full-grown Katherine.  “They’re picking up some pizzas on their way back.” 

“Aww yes, pizza!” said Katherine, closing her eyes and throwing her head back. 

“I just hope they bring enough for you to eat!” said Tracy enthusiastically.  But then she caught herself and felt the color shading her cheeks again…what was she doing?  That was such a rude thing to say! 

But Katherine just laughed, not seeming to care one bit.  “Haha, hopefully!”  She paused a moment before cocking her head and looking up slantwise.  “So how old is Clara now?” 

“She’s fourteen,” answered Tracy.  “Just graduated eighth grade.” 

“No!” said Katherine, sitting up straight on the sofa and putting her hands on her knees.  “No way!  She’ll be in high school in August?!”   

“That’s right,” laughed Tracy.  “Time flies, doesn’t it?  And she’s shooting up like a weed.  She’s only a couple inches shorter than Raymond now.” 

“Oh my god, imagine if she ends up taller than him,” laughed Katherine.  “He’d hate that, wouldn’t he?”   

“Hate what?”  Raymond’s voice issued up from the base of the stairs, and the two women looked over to see him walking over in his socks.  He was wearing baggy cargo pants and a large white t-shirt, both which looked a bit too big for him.  His shaggy brown hair partially obscured his face, and his face showed the scraggly makings of a beard.  He was a bit over average height, at 5’8, but since going to college his physical activity had lessened considerably, leaving him extremely skinny.  He weighed only 130 pounds.   

“Oh my god, Raymond!” exclaimed Katherine, and she sprang up from the sofa and practically hopped over to greet him.   

“K-k-katherine!?!” was all Raymond could manage before she was consuming him in a hug.  He felt her literally squeeze the air out of him for a few moments, and then she released him, standing up tall in front of him with her hands on her hips, smiling splendidly as she looked down on him.  Raymond was utterly dumbfounded.  Katherine was…huge.  He was looking straight into her shoulders, which looked impressively wide and developed.  The top of his head barely reached her chin.   

“W-wh-what?!” he stammered, completely unable to mask his shock.  From her sitting position in the armchair, Tracy smiled inwardly, enjoying her son’s bewilderment.  She wasn’t quite sure where it came from…maybe it was seeing Raymond face up to someone his age who was put together and on top of it…maybe it somehow justified her own stunned response to seeing the adult Katherine for the first time…and maybe it was just fun to watch the novelty of it all.  Probably a combination of all of them, she figured.   

“Well it’s nice to see you too!” teased Katherine down to her former boyfriend.   

“K-katherine…I…I — what?!  How tall are you??” Raymond was not able to refrain from asking this question straight-up, despite its boorish rudeness.   

“Raymond!” snapped Tracy.  “Now that’s no way to — ” 

“Oh that’s alright, Mrs. Pierce,” said Katherine with a smile, turning briefly to Tracy so that her white dress billowed a little, giving Raymond a straight-on view of her big ass.  “He can ask.”  She turned back to Raymond and grinned down at him as she took her dress in both hands and slowly, playfully, jostled from side to side.  

“I’m 6’4!” she said through her smile.  “At least, that’s what I was three months ago.  Who knows how much I’ve grown since then.” 

“You’re…you’re still growing!?” blurted Raymond.   

Katherine laughed, enjoying the effect she was having on him.  “No idea, Raymond.”  She bent down a little so that she was looking him straight in the eye.  “But I can tell you one thing — I ain’t shrinking!”   

Raymond’s mouth hung open as he met her eyes, but he was forced to look down almost as soon as he saw the deep blue that had once been so familiar to him.  Her eyes seemed to have…intensified.  Were they always that…depth of blue?  Raymond didn’t know.  He didn’t really feel like he knew anything anymore.  He was just standing there in his socks and baggy clothes, frozen in a hunched posture, incapable of saying anything else.   

Katherine looked at him for a few more moments, enjoying his consternation, before she stood back up to her full height and turned back around to resume her place on the sofa.  Raymond lingered for a few more seconds, unable to move as he watched her go.  His eyes bugged out of his head as he saw the twin hefts of her ass cheeks dancing and bouncing through her dress with each step.   

“Raymond,” said Tracy, not bothering to hide the amusement in her voice, “why don’t you sit down next to Katherine on the sofa?”  Almost mechanically, he obeyed his mother’s voice and sat down on the opposite end from Katherine.  It was a fairly large sofa, so it was obvious that Raymond had sat down with some trepidation, and even fear.   

“Oh come on Raymond,” laughed Katherine, beckoning him closer with an outspread hand.  “I know I’m a lot bigger than you remember, but I’m not gonna eat you!  Come on, sit closer to me!”   

Raymond glanced over at his mother, who chuckled as she shook her head a little, also beckoning him to sit closer.  “Yeah, come on Raymond, you look like you’re scared of her, sitting all the way over there.”   

“I’m not scared,” retorted Raymond, moving himself closer to the middle cushion, as if to prove a point.  “I’m just…I didn’t…” 

“Expect to see me like this, yes I know,” said Katherine.  “Your mother was a little surprised too, weren’t you, Mrs. Pierce?”   

“I sure was,” said Tracy, wishing with embarrassment that Katherine hadn’t brought it up.  But she smiled as she focused on her son, whose eyes were going over Katherine’s body as if he were seeing her for the first time.  Why was she enjoying this so much?  Oh well, it didn’t matter…with a sudden, thrilling shot in her mind, she wondered how her husband Charles would react to seeing Katherine.   

“Well, Raymond — whatcha been up to recently?” asked Katherine, crossing her legs and putting her hands on her knees.  With her legs this way, Raymond could see about halfway up one of her thighs.  He couldn’t believe how…thick and…well, womanly they looked.  Katherine had been tall and athletic in high school, and had been on the varsity cross country team.  But she had always been skinny.  Now…now she looked curvy and…thick.   

“I, uh…” he said, his eyes on her thigh.  He shook his head a little and then looked back up at her.  “I…I’ve been, uhh…well, not much really.”  He finished lamely, not just because he couldn’t really think straight right now, but also because it was true — he hadn’t really been doing much of anything lately.  His days mainly consisted of smoking weed, playing video games, and hanging out with his male community college friends.  They were a pretty aimless bunch, really.   

“Oh come on!” prodded Katherine, reaching over and pushing Raymond’s shoulder with her finger.  “You must be doing something exciting with your life!”  His whole body seemed to react to the force of her push, and even though she hadn’t intended on pushing him very hard, Raymond had to reach out his other arm to anchor his body and prevent himself from falling over.  Tracy looked on; she was enthused by Katherine’s show of confidence, and by Katherine’s playfully pressing questions directed at her son.  Deep down, she felt like Katherine was vindicating her in more ways than one.   

“Uhhh…uh, no, not really,” said Raymond.  He knew that it was becoming obvious that he had become a bum in college, so he frantically searched around in his head for some kind of diversion away from himself.  “Uhh…uh, what have…what have you been up to?” 

“Oh well, you know, Stanford monopolizes most of my time,” she said, rolling her eyes in mock-annoyance, “but I’ve been swimming a lot and lifting weights.”   

“Yeah I can tell,” said Raymond, using the conversation topic as an opportunity to shamelessly stare at her arms and legs.   

“It keeps me sane,” said Katherine.  “And in between all that, I’ve actually been taking some French classes!”  

“Oh is that right!?” exclaimed Tracy.  She had studied abroad in France for a few years, teaching English — she still spoke French fluidly.  “Appréciez-vous vos cours?”   

“Je les aime beaucoup,” giggled Katherine, “mais je sais que pour parler couramment, je dois étudier à l'étranger en France, en Haïti ou dans un endroit où je suis obligé de le parler tous les jours.” 

“Très vrai,” said Tracy, deeply impressed, “Mais ton accent est déjà magnifique.”   

“Merci beaucoup,” said Katherine, her cheeks reddening as she inclined her head a little. 

“Uh, some of us still speak English,” said Raymond, trying and failing to not sound irritable.  He couldn’t help but feel that Katherine was showing him up a bit…or maybe he was just irritated at how excited his mother seemed.  Either way, he wanted them, at the very least, to speak in a language he could understand.   

“Sorry Raymond,” said Katherine, giggling again.  “It’s always just fun to practice, you know?  And I know your mom’s a fluent speaker here…” 

“So did you just decide to learn French on a whim?” asked Tracy, “or do you have some plans for applying it to your law studies?”   

“Actually, yes,” said Katherine brightly, “I’m planning on studying abroad, either in Haiti or Nigeria, and I want to maybe even pursue a law career in one of those places with a human rights organization.” 

“Oh how wonderful, Katherine!” said Tracy, clasping her hands together.  “You’re doing so well!”  

The sound of the back door opening interrupted the conversation.  Charles and Clara were home.         

Chapter End Notes:

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