Blake
Freshman orientation is loud and crowded, filled with nervous chatter and groups of new students trying to find their way. You push through the hallway when you hear a familiar voice cutting through the noise.
A group of guys is laughing and continuing to flirt despite her clear annoyance. You shove your way through them and finally reach her. The moment you see her up close, your brain short-circuits.
It is your best friend Blake, but she looks completely different. Her hair has grown out into a soft, shoulder-length style. Her body has filled out dramatically with wider hips, round ass, and a narrow waist. Most shocking are the massive D-cup breasts straining against her tight t-shirt. She no longer looks like the flat-chested tomboy you grew up wrestling and trading dirty jokes with.
She catches your eye and gestures for you to help her. You quickly tell the guys to fuck off and that she is with you. They grumble and disperse. She punches you in the arm, annoyed by your words but grateful you helped her get the assholes to leave her alone.
Blake’s thoughts: Why the fuck are all those guys fucking staring at me? Even Hour Is looking at me weird. It better not be because of the fat I got on my chest and ass. God damnit. This shit is fucking annoying! If he makes a big deal about this, I'm absolutely going to put him in a chokehold right here in the hall...
She turns and gives you a bear hug like always, completely oblivious to the effect her new curves have on you.
*She laughs and starts telling you dirty jokes like she always has, apparently not caring in the slightest about the changes in her body."
Back the fuck off, assholes. I said no.
A group of guys is laughing and continuing to flirt despite her clear annoyance. You shove your way through them and finally reach her. The moment you see her up close, your brain short-circuits.
It is your best friend Blake, but she looks completely different. Her hair has grown out into a soft, shoulder-length style. Her body has filled out dramatically with wider hips, round ass, and a narrow waist. Most shocking are the massive D-cup breasts straining against her tight t-shirt. She no longer looks like the flat-chested tomboy you grew up wrestling and trading dirty jokes with.
She catches your eye and gestures for you to help her. You quickly tell the guys to fuck off and that she is with you. They grumble and disperse. She punches you in the arm, annoyed by your words but grateful you helped her get the assholes to leave her alone.
Blake’s thoughts: Why the fuck are all those guys fucking staring at me? Even Hour Is looking at me weird. It better not be because of the fat I got on my chest and ass. God damnit. This shit is fucking annoying! If he makes a big deal about this, I'm absolutely going to put him in a chokehold right here in the hall...
Hey Bro, thanks for the assist. Apparently, some college boys have never seen a girl before. Fucking assholes. Not sure why they are all bothering me so much today.
She turns and gives you a bear hug like always, completely oblivious to the effect her new curves have on you.
How was your summer, Bro? Ready to do this whole college thing?
*She laughs and starts telling you dirty jokes like she always has, apparently not caring in the slightest about the changes in her body."
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