The race down the water-slicked streets can not go by fast enough, the ever-increasing intensity of the rain slowly beginning to soak through my once warm and dry clothing. My beanies and sweater begin to grow heavy as they grow waterlogged, causing me to strain even more as I carry the heavy garbage bin full of shopping home with the metal canister pressed against my generous chest.
Thankfully I manage to reach the building which contains my new home after only a few minutes of running, the door still stuck slightly ajar giving me a nice visual reminder of where I lived. Racing inside I finally take a chance to catch my breath. I'm forced to pant heavily, my arms shaking from the weight I was carrying and my young heart racing a mile a minute as I realize I wasn't the fittest person in the world.
"All...All right...Just the...the stairs now" I pant, looking around the metal can in my arms to the long stairwell leading back to my tiny apartment.
I sure up my grip a little on my shopping, finding my weak slender hands constantly sliding down the wet steel, before shuffling slowly to the stairs and easing my way up. I manage to make it to the second fall without much of an incident. However, as I step out onto the next set of stairs I miss the step and stumble, only avoiding tumbling over as I feel a hand grab my arm.
"Got ya" someone says behind me, a triumphant tone managing to make its way through despite their shaky voice.
With the help of the mysterious stranger I'm able to get my feet under me, my heart hammering as I realize how close I came to falling flat on my face.
"Th...thank you" I squeak, clutching the shopping closer as I turn around to see who had helped me.
I'm forced to crane my head up a little, my butterscotch blonde hair sticking to my face and getting under my glasses as I look up at the young man standing behind me. He smiles nervously down at me, showing his pearly whites contrasting against the dark brown patchy fuzz that was his poor excuse for facial hair. The pale young man, around nineteen like myself, has a mop of messy brown hair that hangs a little under his ears. His blue eyes, bordering on a subtle gray, have slight dark bags underneath of them as though he had been up all night. His build was harder to ascertain, his body hidden beneath a heavy appearing mixture of jumpers and jackets before leading down to a pair of baggy jeans.
"No problem" he chuckles nervously, reaching up to rub the back of his head and neck. "I was just about to head down and I saw...well...would you like a hand with that?" he rambles, nodding down to the bin in my arms.
"No...ah..I can..." I mutter, fidgeting as I try to reclaim my grip on the canister. However, as I struggle the man reaches out and grabs the other side of it in order to keep it steady.
"Are you sure?" he asks again, giving me a critical look as I fumble with the heavy shopping in my aching arms.
"I...I'm just one more floor up...could you...um?" I mumble, my accent working its charm even if I didn't want to.
"That's easy...just let...me..." the young man says, grunting a little between words as he hefts the bin into his own grip. He easily wraps one arm around the bin, supporting it from below with his other hand. "This is pretty heavy, did you carry it all the way from the...Big-Mart?" he asks, trying to pay a small compliment as he reads the label on the top of the bin.
"Yeah I..." I begin to say, trailing off as I catch the young man staring at my chest. Glancing down myself I can see why, the material of my sweater clings tightly to my large perky rack as I inadvertently give the young man quiet the show. "Uh...this way" I mumble, blushing heavily as I find myself wondering if he was staring at my ass as we climbed the stairs. Try as I might, thanks to the distance between the stairs, I'm forced to sashay my wide hips with each step as my plush behind bounces lightly in the tight stretched jeans.
After a minute of climbing in silence we begin to approach the landing of my floor. I begin to fish around in my pockets for my key, fumble for a moment as I struggle to free it from my pockets. "I should have gotten a handbag" I whisper under my breath, realizing the trouble I was going to have with these clothes.
"Sorry?" the young man says behind me, misinterpreting what I was saying as being directed to him.
"I...uh...Sorry, I said we're here...Thank you" I squeak back in reply.
Reaching the door I hastily unlock it, pushing the door open as I reveal my dingy apartment to the helpful stranger. He doesn't walk in, instead placing the bin by the inside of the door, though he does take a moment to look inside.
"So...you just moved here too?" he asks, stretching a little to ease up his shoulders.
"Yeah, I...too?" I mutter, tilting my head in a curious manner as I look back up at the man.
"I only got here a week or so ago. I live with my older sister on the second floor" he explains, his eyes slowly managing to meet me in the eyes and only occasionally glancing at my chest. "I take it you're here to study?"
"I...yeah" I reply, chewing my bottom lip "hopefully"
"Well, then I guess I'll be seeing you around then. I'm Ben" he says, finally introducing himself.
"Mia" I say back, giving him a warm smile.
There is a brief pause, both of us looking at each other in silence before Ben suddenly snaps back to reality. "Oh, right, I was meant to be picking up dinner" he says excitedly, jumping a little as he realizes how sidetracked he got.
I can't help but giggle a little, a slight blush growing on my cheeks thanks to knowing what had distracted him. "Well don't let me keep you" I say sweetly, nodding to the stairs "Thanks again".
"No problem" Ben chimes in moving towards the stairs. "Welcome to the building...um...we're in two eleven...if you need anything" the young man calls out as he begins to descend the stairs, his voice growing distant as he disappears further and further down the stairwell.
Heading into my apartment I can't seem to stop smiling. Closing the door behind me I begin to slide the bin across the hardwood floor closer to the coffee table and the couch. With my clothes clinging to me I let out a little huff, quickly moving to whip the beanie off my head and to rapidly disrobe.
"What a cute guy" I mutter to myself as I step out of my jeans, kicking them into the corner along with the rest of my sopping wet clothes. I pause for a moment as I think about what I just said, my face growing redder and redder by the second. "Cute...Guy...Oh my gosh" I squeak, biting at my lower lip as I realize that I had the beginning of a bit of a crush on some random dude I had just met.
Opening the bin I quickly fish around for the towel, grabbing it out as I begin to dry myself off. "I...I like dudes...this is so...weird" I mutter, shimmying my hips a little from side to side as a faint smile grows on my plush pink lips. "I wonder if..." I begin to say, stopping myself to keep my imagination from running wild.
As I finish drying off I strut through the living room naked, heading into the bathroom and hanging up the towel over the top of the shower. "No...towel rack" I mutter in frustration, shaking my head as I walk back out to sort out my shopping.
Pulling the little plants out first I feel my heart soar, growing giddier by the second as I place them all on the coffee table. "Aloe Vera...here...and I'll put a Snake Plant in the bedroom" I whisper under my breath, desperate to get the plants spread around the place.
Next I quickly begin to pack away the groceries and kitchenware. As I race around the kitchen, putting the perishables away first and finding places for all the new spices and essentials, I find a tingle of excitement begin to build inside me. "The window" I hiss, the anger in my voice being betrayed by my expression as my lips curl into a lewd smirk. I put on my new kettle, letting the water boil as I bend over to get a mug while giving anyone looking into the window a fantastic view of my plump rear and tight pussy. A shiver of excitement runs down my spine as I stand back up, my breath exiting with a pleasurable shudder.
"Alright...Clothes" I mutter, dropping a green tea bag into the mug before heading over to the bin again.
I hastily paw through the remainder of the shopping, piling up all the bedding for later, before hurling each piece of clothing onto the old couch. My eyes dart over the collection of clothing, a deep desire building in me to try everything on. However, I manage to push that thought to the side as I reach for the bulk packs of oversized men's shirts and black panties. Tearing each of the packaging open I quickly grab out the contents, taking one and leaving the rest on the couch.
Pulling up the panties is a strange experience, a slight whimper escaping my lips as I pull the cotton garment in place. The waistband digs a little into my hips while the fabric stretches tightly over my ass and holds firmly against my flat new groin. I stand in confusion for a few seconds, my mind trying to process the constant reminder of my new anatomy.
The shirt is much less invasive, the massive black t-shirt looking more like an ill-fitting dress than anything else. My large perky tits still tent out the shirt, leaving my tummy feeling somewhat naked, but beyond that it feels fairly normal.
"There...dressed" I chirp, quickly messing up my short blonde hair in an effort to give myself a self-styled 'Night-In' look.
I'm snapped back to the kitchen as the kettle begins to whistle. I rush back over and begin to pour the boiling water into the mug as I sigh a little under my breath. "This should warm me up" I mutter, still feeling the effects of the rain.
With mug in hand, I turn back to look at the apartment. My eyes dart over everything, a mental list forming in my head as my shoulders slump.
"Wet clothes to put...somewhere, bed to make, plants to water, dinner to cook, clothes to wear...I mean put away, and...wait what time is it anyway?" I say to myself, cocking an eyebrow in confusion as I look out the window and up at the stormy sky. Thanks to the heavy cloud cover I couldn't make head or tails of whether it was early or late in the day.
Blowing on the tea in an effort to cool it down I begin to whisper.
"Well...No time like the present."
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