I saw Sarah take the clothes the man was holding out to her -- my clothes. I could feel Sarah moving her arms, feel her trying to close my shirt over her massive tits, and feel that neither of us would be able to breath if she kept it up.
"I wish these clothes were my size," I heard Sarah grunt.
Just like that, my shirt came together. Sarah could easily button it up, and I saw my bra's-eye view covered by the shirt. I could only make out indistinct shapes through the fabric.
More movement. I figured Sarah was putting the rest of my clothes on.
"Wow, lady," I heard the man say. "I didn't think these things were gonna fit you, but they're perfect for you."
"Yes, they are," said Sarah. "Thank you so much."
Suddenly, I was inbetween Sarah's chest, and something else equally warm. I realized she was thanking the man with an embrace. Then, it ended, and Sarah continued walking in the direction she had been going before I rendered her naked.
After a few minutes, she got in a car and started driving off.
"I understand how this happened," she said. "But I don't know why. I wish you could talk to me."
"Thank God," I found myself saying.