The Heart System Chapter 945

Delilah slid off the bed and stood in front of me. I propped myself up on one elbow and watched without saying a word. She reached up, hooked her fingers under the thin red straps, and slowly peeled the outfit down her arms. The fabric slid over her full breasts, catching for a second on her stiff nipples before continuing its path down her soft stomach. She pushed it past her hips and let it drop to the floor in a small red heap. Completely naked now, she stretched once, the movement making her heavy tits shift and her soft belly tighten just a little. Then she turned and walked to the wardrobe.

I stayed right where I was, eyes on every step.

She opened the doors and started digging through the hangers, muttering under her breath.

"Where was it... I know I kept them... come on..."

Clothes shifted. A few boxes got moved. She leaned deeper into the wardrobe, ass out, still completely bare, and kept searching.

"Oh, yeah. There you are."

She pulled out a folded set of old high-school clothes: a white blouse, a dark pleated skirt, and a simple cardigan. She shook them out, inspected them for a second, then started putting them on right in front of me.

First the blouse. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and began buttoning it from the bottom. The fabric strained immediately. Her breasts were noticeably fuller than they had been years ago, and the buttons fought for their lives across her chest. She managed to close most of them, but the top two stayed open, the soft inner curves of her tits clearly visible. Next came the skirt. She stepped into it and tugged it up over her hips. It sat higher than it used to and ended much shorter, barely covering the underside of her ass, because she had gained a little height and a lot more softness in her thighs and hips since those days. The cardigan went on last, left unbuttoned.

When she finished she turned to face me.

The clothes still mostly fit... mostly. The white blouse was stretched tight across her chest, the fabric pulling at every button. The short dark skirt barely reached mid-thigh and rode up the second she moved. Her soft belly pressed gently against the waistband. She looked like a grown, mature woman forced back into clothes that no longer stood a chance against her body.

My cock twitched hard against my stomach.

Delilah noticed and raised both eyebrows.

"Oh my god. And you like this? I can’t understand men. Wow."

I sat up, then stood and walked over to her. I put both hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes.

I had an... another idea now.

"Wear Ivy’s old uniform."

Her mouth opened. "NO WAY. They won’t fit at all."

"Come on. Come on, Delilah. Come on."

"That’s... that’s pervertish even for you!"

"Please?"

She stared at me for a long second, then groaned and dropped her head back.

"FINE! But you’re paying for me and my friends’ spa holiday tomorrow."

"I’d give one of my nine lives if I was a fucking cat, Ms. Komb."

"GUH. You pervert."

She chuckled under her breath, still sounding half-annoyed, and walked out of the bedroom. I followed right behind her down the short hallway and into Ivy’s room.

Delilah opened Ivy’s wardrobe and started searching again, pushing hangers aside until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a much smaller set of the same style uniform, white blouse, short dark skirt, the whole thing clearly sized for someone younger and smaller. She stepped behind the open wardrobe door so that only her legs and the side of her body were visible and started changing.

I waited by the bed, standing, cock still hard and heavy between my legs.

A few moments later the wardrobe door closed and she stepped out.

Holy shit.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

The proportions were completely off. Ivy was significantly smaller than her mother, so the uniform looked almost comically tight and short on Delilah’s mature body. The white blouse was stretched to its absolute limit; the buttons strained so hard across her full breasts that small gaps of skin showed between each one. The fabric was pulled tight enough that the outline of her nipples was clear. The short dark skirt sat high on her wide hips and barely covered anything, when she stood still the hem only just reached the very top of her thighs. The second she shifted her weight the front of the skirt rode up and left her completely bare underneath. No panties. Her soft belly pressed against the tight waistband, and her thick thighs made the pleats flare open with every small movement.

She looked ridiculous and unbelievably sexy at the same time, like a grown woman who had stolen her daughter’s uniform and forced her much larger body into it.

I swallowed hard. My mind went completely blank for a second.

"Holy... shit... Delilah... wow."

She looked down at herself, tugging uselessly at the hem of the skirt. "I look so funny."

"Funny?" I shook my head slowly. "Holy shit. I know at least ten guys who would take a bullet just to see a perfect woman like you in these clothes."

She kept trying to pull the skirt down. It didn’t help. The fabric immediately rode back up.

"This is just... god, look at it. The skirt doesn’t even cover my pussy!"

I walked straight to her, both hands sliding down to grab and squeeze the soft, full cheeks of her ass under the tiny skirt. The fabric was so short that my palms met bare skin immediately. I kissed her hard, then guided her backward until the backs of her thighs hit the edge of Ivy’s bed. A gentle push and she sat, then lay back against the mattress that belonged to her own daughter.

Delilah looked up at me, eyes dark, the too-small uniform stretched obscenely across her body.

"On Ivy’s bed? Wearing her old uniform?"