It's A Twister!

Becky sunk deeper into her bubble bath, closing her eyes as she sighed blissfully before slowly drifting off to sleep. As she did so, she was unaware that the sounds of the song birds and insects had stopped.

As did pretty much all noise.

A minute later, Becky awoke and stretched. As she yawned, she was surprised to see that her wind chimes were no longer moving. Neither was her weather vain. Spitting the straw out of her mouth, she lifted her hat and scratched her head in confusion at the still air and strange quiet.

The quiet soon ended as a loud roar of a train rung out, causing the woman in the bathtub to jump. Becky found this odd. There was a train track a mile away, but she knew the schedule enough to know that it wasn't going now. And it passed by enough times for her to know that it wasn't that loud.

Wait a second...

No, it couldn't be. Right?

Almost as if to prove her wrong, the wind picked up again. Looking to her left, Becky's eyes widened as she saw something slowly making it's way towards her home.

"A twister!" Becky exclaimed fearfully as she began to stand up. She had to get to her bunker as fast as she -

"Crap! I don't have a bunker!" Becky exclaimed even more fearfully, noticing the tornado getting closer.

However, the twister came close enough that it managed to suck up a few things. First, Becky's hat, which the woman caught. Second, the banjo, which she also caught. Third was the rocking chair, which caused Becky to duck back into the bath as it flew over her head and missed her by a few inches.

But it was when she heard the moaning of pipes that Becky gulped nervously. Within seconds, Becky's bathtub was forcefully pulled off the porch and into the twister, the screaming woman clutching to her banjo and hat as she went along for the ride!

Becky clung to the sides of the tub for dear life as the tornado spun the tub around and around, the natural disaster destroying her outhouse and garage as it did so. The tornado then moved on with it's victim still screaming, moving towards the town. Miraculously, after a few hours of this, the tornado finally began to settle down as it spat Becky's tub out.

The good news? The tub was close to the ground when the tornado did so, leaving the tub completely in tact and it's occupant alive. Frazzled and frightened to near ****, sure, but alive nonetheless.

The bad news? Becky let out a squeak as she noticed that she and her tub had landed in the middle of the park in the middle of town. This meant that she was miles away from what remained of her home, wet, naked, covered in soap bubbles, and with only her hat and banjo to her name!

"This ain't good." Becky muttered as she blushed in embarrassment while climbing out of the tub, using her banjo to cover her front as she removed her hat and placed it over her plump ass. "This ain't good!"

A part of Becky was amazing and ecstatic that she survived a tornado, but a larger part of her was humiliated that she was naked in public and miles away from her home!