What's next?

Following that robot

Rose's plump backside was barely contained by her patriotic panties, the jiggling orbs threatening to spill out of the strained waistband as she ran down the street, Amy behind her and then Clara, desperately trying to cover her naked body with her hands.

"What about getting me some clothes?!" Clara wailed as people turned to stare at the odd trio. Rose's missing trousers and Amy's gaping outfit were an aperitif before Clara's exposed pale pink skin. She had one hand firmly over her crotch, the other one she had tried to cling to her rear end but her protruding buttocks were too hard to hold to as she was running, so she had moved it across her chest and let her backside bounce unencumbered.

Rose led the three of them through a chainlink fence, then turned abruptly to the side, going past a plain concrete building.

"It came down this way!" Rose called over her shoulder, "I think it's just around this corner..."

"Wait, where are we?" Clara called, but no response came. It did not matter, as she knew where they had ended up as soon as she followed the other two around the next corner.

She found herself standing on black tarmac, in the corner of the school playground. In front of her were several hundred students, who were staring open-mouthed at her nudity.

Clara's heart sunk into her stomach and her face burned bright red, breaking out into a sweat, at the sight of every pupil in school assembled in front of her.

"No..." she gasped weakly, barely believing where she was, "Not here..." she turned to run away, but pupils had closed the gap behind her, and in turning all she had done was reveal her rear end. She spun back again.

"Rose... Amy... where did you go?" she exclaimed, looking around desperately.