Bobby

Bobby hears the thunder and sees the drop begin to hit the window. So much for John's mom getting any sun now. He heads to the kitchen to get a drink. He sees that woman from John's backyard sitting on the bench getting soaked. He's got to know what is going on.

'Oh God' you think looking down. The rain has picked up and your clothes are going to be soaked through in no time. The tee shirt is already clinging to your breasts.

You hear a "Hey" coming from Bobby's house. He is walking toward you with an umbrella.

You talk a look at Bobby, he is big 6' 4" or so and he must be over 300 pounds. He's never been a friend but you have have been neighbors for a long time and went to school together. Bobby played on the football team but never really hung out with the jocks, always being a bit of a loner.

"Hey you are getting soaked, do you want to come wait on the porch?" Bobby asks as he walks over and holds the umbrella over you. He tries to look you in the face but you can see him glance down at your rain soaked top. Your nipples are hard and thin wet tee shirt isn't leaving much to the imagination.

'God he is huge' you think, Bobby towers over you in this new body.