Finally Home

After five full minutes of several lucky cars getting to see Renee in her ill fitting new outfit, she was truly grateful most of her intimates were for the most part actually covered. Seeing the street sign for Paradiso Lane she let out a huge sigh of relief as she turned the corner seeing none of her neighbors on her street. Smiling to herself and happy to get actual clothes on she headed up the driveway. Upon reaching her porch, an angered sigh alerted Renee to the sight of the cankerous, elderly, Ms. Cribble with a pie in her hand.

“H…hi Ms. Cribble.” Renee meekly let out as a blush began to form on her face at the look of disgust the hag had on her face.

“Going out like a little harlot again I see. Well at least you're actually wearing…” the old lady began glancing the redhead's attire. “….clothes for once.”

“It's laundry day and-”

“I don't want to hear any of your excuses. I just came by to drop this off for your family.” Ms. Cribble gruffly let out as she shoved the pie into Renee's hands. Holding onto it, the young lass felt her lower cheeks wobble slightly, as the floss of denim dug even deeper.

“T…thank you, what flavor is it?”

“Cherry since I know how much your mom loves it. Now if you excuse me I have to get going.”

The senior citizen began to leave as Renee took a step toward her front door as they bumped into each other only slightly. This single movement caused two incidents at once. The first, causing the ginger's shirt to flop upward revealing her jiggling jugs. The second, the straining bottom material had burst off the redhead, and slapped the ancient lady in the face. Stunned, she looked at Renee who equally had a look of shock. Looking down and seeing her fuzzy arrow, she shrieked before pushing the pie against herself to shield her slice. She wanted to reach for her shirt, but she recalled earlier when she pulled her tank top.

“Have you no shame whatsoever young lady?!”

“I am so sorry!”

“Blessed be the Lord!”

Just then a honk alerted the two women to Father Max, who just had got a perfect view of Renee's full untanned chest and rear accentuated by the fishnet stockings and boots. Letting out a frustrated huff, Ms. Cribble left the porch as Renee fumbled with the door handle before rushing inside.

“Um….hey Renee….”

Only to be greeted by her brother's friend Mark sitting on the couch with his eyes bulged out then looking at the floor. Looking down at herself, she saw her tits with puffed out nipples were still uncovered. Remembering earlier when she pulled her top in a haste, Renee slowly reached for the raised fabric, pulling down the shirt carefully. With the pie still covering her beaver, the young teen made her way carefully past Mark and towards the laundry room.

“Hey… um laundry day ya know…” she let out nervously as Renee caught him sheepishly looking up. She was well aware of the sight of her wiggling bulbous buns that Mark was getting as she closed the door behind her. Letting out a scream from behind the closed door as the laundry still had a few minutes left