“Jiiiimmmmmm…” Heather found herself saying her friend’s name as she regained consciousness, her eyes opening to find his astonished gaze just inches away.
Her arms were around him, clutching him close. Her lips were nearly touching his.
“What…?!” she exclaimed, releasing Jim’s tense form to slump back to the floor of the cave. For the first time, she noticed that her voice was deeper. Sexier.
Then, as strands of settling hair brushed the back of her mosquito-bitten neck, its itchiness surged, instantly becoming nearly unbearable.
“You just… you…” Jim mumbled, clearly shocked by whatever had just happened.
Suddenly feeling annoyed, her irritation fueled by both her confusion and the burning soreness of her neck, Heather shot back. “Out with it, Jim!”
Jim paused, seeming to gather himself before replying. “You tried to kiss me!”
Heather’s pursing lips, prepared to lash out a second time, hesitated. She hadn’t been expecting that response in the slightest. ”I tried to kiss you?!” she asked, her throatier voice incredulous.
Jim nodded vigorously, seeming to notice something about her face at the same time.
Heather eyed him curiously, noting the guileless surprise in her friend’s eyes. She knew him well enough to know whether he was lying, and this wasn’t Jim’s prevarication face at all. Had she really tried to kiss him?
She and Jim had been friends for as long as she could remember. She’d be lying if she tried to claim that she’d never entertained a passing thought of what a romantic relationship between the two of them might be like, but they had never amounted to anything more. He was more like a brother to her than a prospective boyfriend…
...which was why this was so unexpected and mind-boggling! Why on earth would she have done that?!
She looked up at Jim’s concerned expression, noting the slight tremor in his lips, the glassiness of his narrowed eyes. He truly did care about her, didn’t he?
“Well, that’s one way to come out of a coma,” she joked, unsure what else to say. “How long have I been out, anyway? More than a few minutes?”
“You’ve been asleep for three days, Heath,” said Jim, his expression grave.
Heather’s prone upper body shot upward, her breasts jiggling under her shirt with the dizzying motion. “Three days!!!” she exclaimed, eyes widening.
Again, Jim nodded, his hand reaching out for her shoulder to gently steady her.
“I really was in a coma!” she said, searching Jim’s eyes for any other information she could glean therein.
“Well, you had a pretty crazy fever, and you were squirming a lot in your sleep. Then, today, when I checked on you, you… well… you…”
“Tried to kiss you?” Heather filled in the words that her friend was reluctant to speak.
“Well, yeah. I guess,” Jim looked embarrassed, his hand moving to cup the back of his own neck as his cheeks flushed.
Heather shook away the strange information, unsure how to process it and began to examine herself. She should probably eat something. After not eating for three days, her slender form was probably looking downright emaciated by now…
She looked down to see two breasts that were significantly larger than before. She thought back to when she had first risen, remembering the jiggle of more flesh than she usually carried on her diminutive chest. She must have gained a full cup size. While she had been unconscious. In the jungle. With dinosaurs roaming about. And a best friend that she suddenly wanted to kiss.
Somehow, the last of those thoughts was the strangest of all to her.
Heather reached down to feel her slim stomach, which had grown even slimmer from the lack of food. But how had her breasts grown? That made absolutely no sense. Unless… was it swelling? Was her body all swollen up from the strange insect’s venom?
Heather looked at her arms and hands. Her skin looked smooth and unblemished, not pink and swollen. If anything, they looked a bit sleeker and firmer than she was used to.
Gathering her feet beneath her, Heather rose unsteadily to her feet. As he saw what she was doing, Jim helped her up until they stood face to face at the edge of the cave. But this wasn’t the face-to-face view she was used to. Not with Jim, anyway.
Normally, her eyes were level with his lips. Now, however, they were level with his nose, just an inch or so below his disbelieving gaze.
“You’re taller!” He stated the obvious.
“I am?” asked Heather, despite the fact that her mind was already processing this information. She set her jaw, then flicked her eyes upward slightly to meet his. “I am!
“And it seems like other things have changed too,” Jim said hesitantly, as if he were uncertain whether he should speak those words aloud.
“What do you mean?” Heather asked, her eyes widening slightly, remembering her earlier concern about the swelling.
“Just, well. Let’s go to the lake. It’s not far. And you need water anyway,” Jim suggested, seeming relieved for the slight postponement of the news.
With that, he strode purposefully into the jungle, an intensely curious Heather trailing just behind. As she walked, her hands rose to her breasts, exploring rounded swells that were definitely larger and far more sensitive than ever before.
When they finally reached the lake, Jim extended a hand in an inviting gesture. Reticent, Heather approached the reflective surface of the lake and gazed downward into her rippling reflection.
The face looking back at her was beautiful, significantly prettier than it had ever been before. Her astonished eyes found Jim’s. He merely shrugged in befuddlement.
“See?” he said calmly. “Changed.”
Heather blinked twice, then looked at her reflection a second time, a small smile curling the corners of her fuller lips.
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