You find her standing, leaning casually against the back of the couch wearing no more than a tight low cut white tank top that hugs those lovely breasts of hers that you always adored. There seems to be more of a swell than you remember, indeed the plants must have gotten more fertilizer. Apart from the top the only thing she wears is a set of tiny cute pink lace panties, you don’t recognise this particular set, but like usual they look small on her well curved frame. Her panties has a tendency to dig in to her soft generous body, that is what causes you to stop dead in your tracks more than the fact that she’s just about naked.
Having the whole house to herself she’s been used to walk around as she pleases, you never complained and think she even liked showing herself to you.

“You like it?” She says after you’ve stood silent for a couple of seconds, running her hands over her succulent frame.

You manage to nod before you find your tongue. “I thought you said that the plants have gotten more nourishment than usual.”

She grins, yet the mischievous look on her face is sexy rather than unnerving. “They have and so have I.” She says rubbing her belly.

Her belly is what caught your initial attention, it’s not at all as flabby as you recall it, still it is soft, but by no means flabby. Looking her over you realize that your initial impression that she’s lost weight in all the right places has to be true because she’s less soft all over, except for the chest department. You broke up eight months ago and although you’ve talked over the phone a lot since then it’s been four or five months since you saw her in person at close range and then she was fully clothed.

“What happened?”

“Oh, seems I was right, I was too young for you weren’t I?” She winks but cuts you off before you can begin to answer. “It would seem I was not finished growing. I hit a growth spurt and got a bit hungrier than usual, that got me spending more time hunting and apparently getting more exercise in the process. I liked the results so I’ve kept exercising.”

She pulls away from the couch and gently strides up close to you. “You seem to be in as good a shape as ever.” Placing a hand on your butt and wrapping the other arm around your back she looks you in the eyes.
That surprises you as well, you remember her as short, soft and curvy, five foot one at most, now she barely looks up at you, she’s got to be five foot six or seven at least.
She replaces your surprise of her height with one of more shocking nature as the hand she’s got placed on your bum rises and she lifts you off of the floor with seemingly little effort.
“We need not worry about that other girl. You were mine first after all.” She smiles as she uses her free hand to bring your head down to kiss her and what a kiss.

Your initial tension melts away and you start grouping her new larger firmer and admittedly even nicer body as well while you return the kiss.

Loosing yourself in lust and passion you think absentmindedly that you don’t recall why you broke up, she always ate a lot of people, it couldn’t have been that could it?
Then you remember spending more and more time in her garden and the scary looks she gave you at times, she was eating more and more you remember.
Yes that was it, you had made some remark about having to go teach at her school and that you couldn’t come over that day, you remember feeling frightened and perhaps it was that expression on your face at the time that she misinterpreted. She had asked if you thought her too young and you’d seen your chance out of the relationship without going through her digestive tract first. You’d been quick to add that you’d love to still be friends, too quick you had thought but she’d seemed pleased albeit sad at the time.