Denizen Disaster

A loud screech filled the air. “What the hell?” She said. She wheeled around to look for the source of the noise, but saw nothing in the fog. She squinted, then took a step forward.

There was another loud screech.

“Oh, shit!” Misty screamed as something attached itself to her head. A pair of hands reached down, and started scratching her. She cussed, and tried to tear the Denizen from her head. As she tried removing it, she started to stumble into the fog. “Get off of me, you freak!” She said as she stumbled further into the unknown.

A loud gunshot filled the air, and the creature fell off of Misty’s head, grabbing at her shirt in the process.

“You’re welcome!” Somebody shouted from the distance.

“Marlton? Is that you?” She replied. Nothing but silence. She groaned, then turned away from the fog. “At least I made it off the road.” She commented, as she noticed she was at the Farmhouse. As she started walking to the farmhouse, she felt a draft on her shoulder. She turned her head, and squinted into the fog. There was nothing behind her, but she saw what looked like a flannel patterned shirt lying on the road. Her eyes widened. “Wait a damn minute,” she muttered. She looked down at her chest, then screamed. Her voluptuous breasts, just barely contained by her sleek, black bra, were now out in the open.

Her breasts jiggled as she threw shot her hands up to her chest. She blushed as she realized her hands were not doing a particularly good job at covering her chest. The amount of energy Misty had exerted when she moved her hands had also caused her pants to sag lower than usual. She moved one of her hands down to her pants, and pulled them up.

“Lovely.” She muttered as she started to march towards the farmhouse, one arm draped over her chest. She decided to keep one of her hands on her pants, in case they decided to leave her body, as well.

“I gotta lay off the cornbread.” She said, distracted by how much her breasts jiggled with each step.