Megan is, again, fatter at the next club meeting

(This chapter originally by "IndianaJones393", edited for 3rd person format by me.)

The week that passed between the next club meeting felt like an eternity to John. The image of Megan would drift in and out of his thoughts from time to time, disrupting him when he tried to study for class. But soon enough he finally found himself back in Computer Club, eager for another peak at his oh so pleasingly developed bestie. The chime above the door twinkled, and he turned his head to see Megan walk through the door.

The view caused him to double take, then try to rub the sleep out of his eyes. But no, Megan's still there, and he's not dreaming. Except it's not Megan, at least as he remembered from before. Whereas the last time John saw her it looked as if she'd put on a few pounds, this Megan was positively fat. And oh boy we're her previously well tailored clothes not prepared for it.

Taking off her jacket as she entered, Megan gave John the perfect opportunity to observe all the new her, and there was a lot of it. Apparently unable to fit in her already oversized bras, Megan's prodigious bosom pressed outward against her sweater unimpeded. She'd previously confided in John that they were J cups, but he had no idea what they'd be called now. The resulting boob based protrusion lifted the too small garment above her waste line, letting a sizeable belly roll exposed and hanging over the top of her jeans. The jeans themselves were absolutely stuffed straining at the seems and John couldn't help but wonder how the button held.

Having hung up her winter coat, Megan's eyes caught John's and her noticeably more cherubic face broke into a wide smile. She waved at him, brushing a strand of her gorgeous raven hair from in front of her face. He waved back half heartedly, still in shock at both her and her attire.

Megan strode over to a few of her friends and seemingly effortlessly integrated into their activities. John was sure someone would say something about her strange gain or appearance, but much to his surprise nothing happened. Glancing around the room, none of his clubmates batted an eye at her. What was going on?

John turn back to the monitor in front of him. Maybe a little coding can distract him from all this strangeness...

Lost in his own little world, he put the thoughts of the strange yet secretly sexy transformation of his good friend out of his mind. Working on computers was always a great way to relax. It was methodical, yet brain teasing at the same time. Clicking Enter, John sat back in his chair, hoping his code would compile correctly this time.

*WHOOMP*

Without warning, a sudden weighty softness envelopes John's head. Startled, he looked up to see Megan leaning over the chair behind him, her prominent sweater puppies smishing oh to teasingly against his head and giving John a new pair of earmuffs.

"Hey John! How's the coding going?" Megan's voice comes out like honey syrup. His ears flare red as a blush instantly enveloped his whole face.

"G-going g-great!" John choked out the words, overwhelmed by the sensation on her pressing against him. "J-just compiling it now."

"Finally found that bug you been hunting for, eh? Good for you. You deserve a reward." She leans down and plants a small kiss on the top of his head. John's mind reeled and he could feel the strain in his pants increase tenfold.

"Now that you've got some down time while that procs, I've been meaning to ask you something. Do you have any free time after this? I've been having some really strange dreams lately." John gulped. "All week in fact. And they all seem to involve you...."

Oh boy...