Ironically - and surprising no one - Chris' tits and lips draw creeps like moths to the flame.

Steve hadn't even been gone five minutes when Chris noticed two rather buff guys head down the boardwalk towards the cafe. They were wearing nothing except bathing shorts and confident grins, filling Chris with a sense of creeping familiarity - that turned into dread when the left of the two looked right at Chris, elbowed his friend in the ribs and slicked back his blond hair in a just as familiar motion.

The blood drained from Chris' face as the friends swaggered over to where he was sitting; the spot right next to the boardwalk, until now mainly providing a great vista of the ocean, now made the gender-changed surfer feel exposed. And he couldn't even get up and--

"Heeey, what up? Watcha doin' here, all alone?"

"Yeah, how about we keep you a little company?"

Chris suddenly felt nauseous. He knew this routine, he'd done it together with Steve and other sort-of friends countless times over the years. Being on the receiving end, though... Chris felt his throat tighten. He'd been completely disregarding how the girls felt, only intent on getting his dick wet. As were these two. And even though Chris now had the right equipment, he doubted that whatever these two packed would be able to measure up against Steve.

"What's your name, hot stuff? I'm Kev, that's my buddy Tim."

"Mind if we sit with--"

"Ach, lass! Didnae see ye there! It's been ages, how have ye been?" Suddenly, there was a stocky, well-built woman sitting on Steve's seat, smiling at Chris exuberantly - and completely ignoring the two wannabe casanovas. "How's yer mother, still well, I hope?"

"I... I, uh..."

"'Scuse me, lady, do you mind? We're talking here!" Tim cut in - a grave mistake as it turned out.

"Ye certainly were." All the joviality was gone from the diminutive woman's as she finally looked at Tim and Kev. "Didnae see me lass here talk much. Do ye know them, anyways?"

"N-no, I--"

"Lady, mind your own business. We were just getting to know her!"

"I am minding me business, seeing as I own this café. And while I can't ban ye from standing on the boardwalk, I can strongly discourage ye from making me lass here uncomfortable." The newcomer was so short that the underside of her breasts barely cleared the tabletop, and yet the intensity of her stare made both Kev and Tim shrink back. Chris, meanwhile, was simply feeling supremely thankful. "Now, why don't ye do all of us a favor and run along? And ye better think twice about harassing some other poor lass, ye hear me? That won't end well for ye, believe me."

"Riiight, lady. Whatever." Kev hit his buddy's shoulder with the back of his hand. "C'mon, let's scram. That dumb hag ruined our chances anyways."

"What chances, exactly?" The stocky woman cackled as the failed pickup artists walked off, trying very hard to give off an air of nonchalance. Turning back to Chris, the newcomer's face instantly softened, and she reached over the table to squeeze Chris' forearm. "Ach, I'm so sorry ye had tae go through this, lass. Can I get ye something, on the house? I know it's summer, but I find a nice tea with honey always calms me down. Yer not here alone, are ye?"

"N-no, I'm here with my boy-- a friend. He's getting food..."

"I see. Want me to keep ye company until he's back? I'll get ye that tea afterwards. By the way, I'm May. What's your name? Cannae keep calling ye lass!"

"Chris... you can call me Chris. And... thanks."

"Dunnae worry aboot it!" May laughed, leaning back and turning her face into the sun, eyes closed as she smiled softly. "God knows these numpties need tae get knocked down a few pegs every now and then."

"Uh, babe? Who's this, did you meet a friend or something?" The voice of his lover made Chris jump up and nearly into Steve's arms - before realising that would send the tray with their food onto the floor. "I'm happy to see you, too. But let me set down the food first, okay?"

"S-sure!" This really wasn't like Chris, being so excited and needy and clingy... then again, he'd never had these massive tits, these thick lips. Or someone who he truly, genuinely loved and who loved him back.

He still went in for the hug once the tray was safely on the table.

"Hi, I'm May. I own this place," came the Scotswoman's voice from behind Chris as he clung to Steve, eyes closed and nuzzling into his lover's shoulder.

"Steve. Nice to meet you - did something happen? Chris isn't usually this clingy."