Jocelyn 3

When Fourth of July came, Jocelyn had almost outgrown every one of her outfits that she had no problem fitting into before the incident at camp.  This, of course, called for another shopping trip before that fateful day.  Since her mom had some free time, and was looking for an excuse to hang out with her daughter, Jocelyn was happy to oblige, especially since it meant her mom would most likely pay for the purchase.  

She had always been really close with her mom, and was one of those rare people that never really clashed with her parents much, even as a young teenager.  Her studious nature didn't really lend itself to trying to pull for more independence from her parents, who had always been supportive of her interests.  Even so, it was a mystery to Jocelyn how her parents might react if she all of a sudden took to going out every night, staying up late, and not calling to check in with them while she was away.  She never particularly had the urge to do those things, but it might be interesting to see how that turned out if she ever had the chance…

For now, she gladly settled for the relief of having an entirely new wardrobe.  Without the help of Beth, she feared that her fashion choices might be found wanting, but it wasn't all bad.  She stuck to simple articles like plain t-shirts and shorts in various colors.  It wasn't too adventurous, but all she really needed was something that fit well.

Just like Beth, her mom had noticed that Jocelyn had put on about ten pounds since she started the experimental treatment for her chronic fatigue, but this was a fact worth rejoicing over for Janice, who had wanted to see her daughter put on some weight ever since Jocelyn hit puberty.  Now that her daughter's body has developing some curves, she wanted Jocelyn to try on almost everything.  Thankfully, Jocelyn was able to rein in her overly enthusiastic mother with the plea of spending no more than two hours at the mall, since Jocelyn was liable to get extremely tired.  Her mother agreed, and offered to take Jocelyn to her favorite Thai restaurant afterward.

At the restaurant, Jocelyn ordered the Pad Thai, which was probably the most renowned Thai dish within 100 miles.  The entrée was huge, but Jocelyn found that she had no trouble finishing the entire plate, as well as a tall glass of Thai ice tea.  After they returned home, Jocelyn began to organize her new wardrobe, and put her old clothes in plastic bags to give to a local charity.  When everything was settled nicely in her closet and dresser, Jocelyn changed into one of her new bras, a light blue shirt, and a darker pair of shorts of the same hue that displayed a substantial amount of her porcelain skin on her thighs.  Her new bra felt great, and she was pleasantly surprised that her breasts filled out the B cups quite nicely now.  It felt like a real bra should feel, not like one that she still had to grow into.  She struck a pose in the mirror, arching her body into an "S" shape, thrusting out her breasts.  I daresay, she thought, the seductress is emerging.  Her thoughts were interrupted by a growling sound.  Though it hadn't even been half an hour since she returned from the Thai restaurant, a rumble in her stomach drove her upstairs for more food.

The last couple of days that passed between the last shopping trip and the Fourth of July were thus and so: Jocelyn continued to eat just as the doctor ordered, but found that the portion sizes were never quite enough.  Even though her food intake increased, her mother relentlessly kept the kitchen stocked with ready-to-eat foods with the health of her daughter in mind.  Jocelyn never missed a single dose of her experimental medication, fearing that her unbearable symptoms might return.  And much to everyone's satisfaction, Jocelyn put on another couple of pounds, further filling out her frame to a slight, but welcome degree.  By the time the Fourth came, Jocelyn felt more confident in her appearance than she ever had before, and this confidence was further inflated by the fact that her "girls" were showing the first signs of pushing the limits of her B cups.  It wasn't nearly to the point of requiring another set of bras, but to Jocelyn, the difference was definitely noticeable.  No amount of breast growth could have given her the self-assurance she needed to face what was coming, however.   Her predictions about Dave's behavior on the Fourth of July only came true in part.

It started out just as she expected.  Dave showed up, and was uncharacteristically curt and brief with his greeting until his eyes really set into her.  When his mind fully absorbed all of the incredible changes that had happened to Jocelyn physically, his eyes grew wide, and he couldn't keep his eyes off of her the whole night.  His stare relentlessly traced over all of her new curves, especially her stomach, bust line, thighs, and ass.  As his eyes darted back and forth between all four of these assets, his eyes drank in the remaining parts.  Except for when Dave first set foot through the door, however, he never once looked Jocelyn in the eye until they had eaten.  

Suddenly a voice resounded from on high.  "I have a huge wiener!" Jocelyn's dad yelled from the back deck.  "Seriously.  Come and get it.  It's time to eat."

"Ugh, dad!" yelled Jocelyn.  "Don't be such a sleazy old man when we have guests over."

"What?  What did I miss?" Jocelyn's mom asked as she emerged from the restroom.

"Don't you dare repeat what I just said, young lady," her dad, Ben, warned with a chuckle in his voice.

"Ben Charles!  You behave yourself!" said Janice.

Everyone congregated on the back deck of Jocelyn's house.  They were all very much at ease, despite the elephant in the room that was Jocelyn and Dave's relationship issue.  The steady stream of banter thrown back and forth from her parents greatly eased the tension.  Jocelyn's mom and dad were good at making things comfortable, and could sense that something was wrong that needed smoothing over—at least her mom sensed it.  The conversation was light, and it was mostly small talk directed at Dave about his plans for University and how his summer job was going.  Dave continued to ogle Jocelyn without any signs of stopping.  

Eventually it became so obvious that Jocelyn's dad remarked, "Stop staring, kid.  Your eyes will fall out of your head."  

Dave's head snapped down to the floor of the deck as he just said, "Oh, yes, erm."  

Jocelyn couldn't help but chuckle.  It was altogether funny, flattering, and a little pathetic at the same time.

The eating seemed to go on and on.  There was an endless supply of hot dogs, hamburgers, potato salad, pasta salad, barbecue pork and beans, and everything else you could want out of a traditional Fourth of July barbecue.  Jocelyn's mom lightly scolded her husband for making such a huge amount of food for just four people.  

He only shrugged and looked in Jocelyn's direction.  "Well, our daughter needs to eat, doesn't she?  It won't hurt us to have some leftovers for her."

"Yeah, sure," she said, dragging out the last word in a sarcastic tone.  "I still think you're a little crazy."

It turned out, however, that they didn't have as many leftovers as they expected.  For some reason, seeing all of the food in one place made Jocelyn ravenous.  She really started packing it away, eating two hamburgers, three hot dogs, a heaping portion of beans, and every different type of salad over the course of a couple hours.  After she was finally finished, she sat back in her lawn chair and rubbed her belly, which was distended with the delicious products of her father's barbecue.  The man knows how to run a grill.  I'll give him that, she thought.  She patted her belly, which shook slightly.  "Nice job on the food, dad," she said out loud.

"Thanks, dear," said Ben.

Suddenly Dave stood up and said with a slight shiver in his voice, "Jocelyn, can I talk to you?"

"Sure, Dave.  Let's go inside," she said, caught off guard by the request.  Jocelyn thought for sure that she would have to initiate the conversation and go through the painful process of explaining as politely as possible that Dave was a giant d-bag of a boyfriend that wasn't worth dating anymore.  What was Dave trying to get at?

They stepped through the back door and Jocelyn shut it behind her.

"Joce.  I gotta say… I'm sorry for being such a jerk lately.  I've been going through some stuff lately.  It's been really hard working so much.  Ever since I got back from University, I've barely had any time for myself."

"You mean, you need rest from working so much?  Why would you apologize for that?" she asked, drying to draw a more direct apology from him.

"No, no.  I mean, I've been neglecting us.  I was a jerk to you on the phone the last time we talked.  Everything I said, I didn't really mean it the way it sounded.  I mean, crap, I don't usually have trouble talking like this, but I feel so bad.  Let me start from the beginning," he said.

"Sure, go ahead," she said, humoring him.  After all, maybe he actually did have a good explanation as to why he was being such a jerk beyond just working too much.

"Well… I guess it all started at University.  One of my best friends all of a sudden sends me an email about this laundry list of offenses I've committed against him over the past year.  It was all really petty stuff, but he made it seem like I hated him and was sabotaging all of his relationships with girls and stuff… and he doesn't even have the nerve to say it to my face.  That was really hard to take.  Things are still pretty rough between us."

"Go on," Jocelyn responded politely.

"Also, my older brother was in a long-term relationship with this lady for, like, ten years, right?  They were headed in a marriage direction.  She was really close with our family.  This woman was almost like my aunt, you know?  She'd be there during all of the holidays, and she was really supportive of me during high school… but now she's totally out the picture.  My brother is really hurting.  He has two kids with this lady already, you know, and now she's trying to draw child support out of him like there's no tomorrow after denying him custody of the kids.  It just doesn't seem fair."

Though it was a little bit of a stretch, this was something that actually seemed like a genuine excuse for him being so distant.  She listened intently as Dave continued.

"Anyhow, I guess the whole thing really made me wary of relationships.  My brother described things that his ex would do that were warning signs—precursors to her leaving him… and it made me worry that you would start doing those things too.  It was just hard to trust anyone so soon after that happened, you know?"  Dave actually seemed to be getting somewhat emotional.  She could hear a hint of a sob forming in his throat, though she doubted he would come to tears.  Dave didn't seem the type to do that.

"So, you thought that I would break up with you and take custody of our children that we don't have?" she said in a sarcastic tone that she instantly reconsidered after it left her lips.  "I mean, I can understand hurting for your brother, but Dave… I don't think you really get how much your attitude affected me.  When my health was at its worst, it was everything I could do to stand on my feet for any period of time, much less keep my emotions under control.  God, before when I went to camp, you couldn't even give me the time of day, Dave!  You didn't ask me once about how I was feeling, or anything like that.  Then, when I came back from camp, you had the nerve to accuse me of neglecting you!  Honestly, Dave, I'm glad that you didn't write or call during or after camp.  It's been such a roller coaster since I went to the ER.  It was bad, Dave.  If my hypoglycemia got any worse, it could have had a permanent detrimental effect on my health.  I might have even died if I didn't get any help—I don't know.

"But you know what?" she said as she made an effort to calm herself down, "I've put this behind me.  I had to do it to stay sane.  I accept your apology for being such a jerk.  And I hope you really are sorry, because as much as I had to ignore it to get by, it really did hurt me.  But it's alright.  I'm better now."

She looked at him pointedly with a smile.  As she did, she thought she caught him staring at her chest, but it could have been her imagination.  Dave's gaze locked with hers and he raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

"So does that mean we can bounce back from this?  I mean, I really do like you Jocelyn.  You're a remarkably intelligent person," his eyes began to drift below her neckline again.  "And I do feel really guilty.  I don't know how much I hurt you, but I promise I'll do my best not to do it again."

"Honestly, Dave," she responded.  "I think we've long since been separated.  It's best to just leave it be and stay that way.  We've been acting like we haven't been dating for the entire summer, so I think it's time to make it official, and break it off… at least for now.  We've both been going through some stuff in our lives, and it sounds like we need to recover a bit before thinking about trying to be in a relationship."

"So," said Dave with an injured look on his face, "you don't forgive me?"

"Oh no, I forgive you.  I've already moved past this.  We just can't be together right now.  I'm sorry."

"Right, so you don't forgive me, then.  If you had forgiven me, then you'd still want to give me a chance," Dave responded irritably, all sadness gone from his voice.

"You have a rather narrow definition of forgiveness.  Anyway," her gaze drifted in the direction of the back deck of her house, as she realized Dave's attentions were hopelessly lost to her boobs.  "I'm a little thirsty, so I'm going to rejoin my parents and have a soda.  You can stay if you want."

"No, I'm good.  I had some people I need to meet up with," he responded.

And so he left.  Jocelyn's mind swam with theories and reflections about Dave's intentions.  She would have never thought that Dave would behave like that, or that he actually had a somewhat legitimate excuse for his behavior.  Then again, he could have been embellishing his own circumstances to try to win back her affections.  He did almost seem to be begging her to not break up with him, until he accused her of not forgiving him… It might have been because she was finally putting on some weight like he so desperately wanted her to during their time together before camp. Whatever the case was, she stood by her decision.  If he was only interested in the extra meat on her bones, then good riddance.  If his nasty behavior was due to trust issues in his own life, then he needed to get those squared away instead of tearing her down.  Breaking up with him was still the best choice, she thought.

But did she really look that good?  Were men really so easily swayed by a nice set of boobs?  It seemed like the answer to the latter was an emphatic "yes," based on Dave's reaction to her fuller figure, and as for the former… well, her mom and Beth seemed to think Jocelyn looked good with the added poundage.  

To leave it at that, however, seemed to oversimplify the whole encounter.  Her tendency toward critical thinking got her wheels turning about those questions.  At what point exactly would putting on more and more weight start to detract from her beauty, rather than multiply it?  And at what size would her body lose its ability to influence the actions of guys like Dave?  She made a mental note to remember these questions, but shelved them for now in favor of spending some quality time with her family.  There were more delicious nom noms to eat.  Oh yeah, and fireworks too.

***

The next day, Jocelyn rolled out of bed, and her stomach had the strange feeling of being still somewhat full from all of the food she ate from the previous day, yet still hungry for breakfast.  She lifted her pajama shirt and rubbed her tummy, which was growing rounder by the day.  The now pliable flesh moved along with her hand as the soft skin shimmied slightly at the touch.  Jocelyn pulled the shirt off and threw it in her hamper.  Looking at herself in the mirror in just her underwear reminded her of the fact that she had decided since the last shopping trip that she would sleep in a bra.  Now that her boobs were becoming somewhat sizeable, it was probably a good idea to have continual support to make sure that they didn't end up vertically or horizontally challenged.  She squeezed her breasts together, and the flesh bulged out of the top of her B cups.  That was fast.  Her fledgling bosoms were already fully occupying her new bras.  It felt a little tight due to the fact that she simply wasn't used to having mammary tissue that needed support, but luckily, it wasn't to the point of being unbearable, and was still far more comfortable than the torturous AA cups.

"Look here, girls," she said.  "I gave you fair warning.  Now you have to have names so that I can scold you for growing too quickly.  Misbehave and I might stop feeding you."  She poked them and watched the flesh bounce.  "Eh, or not.  Saying that I'll starve you as punishment is probably an empty threat—especially with all of that leftover pasta and potato salad around."  She unhooked her bra to exchange it for a fresh one.  "I've got it!" she exclaimed as her breasts expanded freely into the open air in all of their roundness.  "You," she poked her right breast underneath the nipple, "shall be pasta, and you," she poked her left breast in the same spot, "shall be potato.  Hah!  The twins!  Pasta and Potato!" she proclaimed to her reflection.

"Hey, keep it down in there!" yelled her dad from the downstairs TV room.

"Sorry dad!" Jocelyn yelled before she put on some clothes.  She stepped out of her room to see what her dad was watching.

"Hey girl.  Have you ever seen this show before?" he asked Jocelyn from his recliner.

"Oh yeah!  This is that documentary about fast food, isn't it?" she said.

"Yup.  The guy eats nothing but fast food for weeks on end and keeps a journal of how it makes him feel and how it affects his health.  Pretty interesting," her dad, Ben, remarked.

Jocelyn raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms under her breasts.  "People take this kind of thing way too seriously, though." She said.

"Oh?" her dad asked curiously.

"Yeah.  The underlying sentiment of the show is good.  I mean, fast food doesn't have high nutritional value at all, and without a balanced diet, you're not going to be healthy no matter what kind of food you're eating.  Variety is important when it comes to nutrition.  Your body needs all kinds of nutrients to survive, and a fast food menu only fills the requirements partially.

"But I do have a problem with the way people perceive the results of this one man's experience.  Nobody takes into account that he was a vegetarian before he started this little adventure of his, and anybody who goes straight from eating only vegetables to eating high amounts of not only beef, but loads of other fatty foods, not to mention the soda that his body probably wasn't used to, is going to get pretty sick," she explained.

"Ah, I see.  So just because one guy had a rough time eating fast food every day for a long time doesn't mean I can't have a drive-thru burger once in a while?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying.  Just don't tell mom," she said with a smile.

"One thing I have to respect about this guy, though… is that he put it all on the line to prove something he believed in, and he got recognized for it.  I mean, he didn't care if it had a negative effect on his health, or if he put on a few extra twenty pounds or so, because, by golly, he was going to prove his point."

"I think I agree with you, dad," said Jocelyn.  Suddenly her wheels began to turn again as a crazy idea began to formulate in her mind, and she reflected on the questions that she had asked herself the night before.  The circumstances couldn't have been more perfect, she decided as she pondered.  She just needed a pen and a pad of paper to work out the specifics.  Eventually, she might even have to enlist Beth's help for proper documentation.

One thing she knew for sure: she was going to need to get used to shopping for clothes… and groceries.