Look for water!

She was a housekeeper from Canada... But maybe if she kept walking, she'd find a stream? Ugh, she didn't have any survival skills! She couldn't even start a fire! But she had to try!

Alice pulled herself to her feet, self-conscious of her shifting breasts and her hair brushing against her bare back. She started walking, hands cupping her pussy and one across her ample breasts. But...

She couldn't walk very fast like this. If she let her hands swing at her side, she could walk normally, but... her breasts were pendulous and jiggling, constantly escaping from her one arm. If she crossed her arms under her bust, she could contain the jiggling at the cost of leaving her uncovered...

Taking a deep breath, Alice reasoned that there wasn't anyone around and if she thought she heard someone coming, she could hide or re-cover herself. Her face burning in shame, she crossed her arms under her huge, pillowy boobs, a small whimper coming from her lips at how exposed she felt.

Walking deeper into the forest (or out of it? She wasn't sure), Alice's breasts wiggled atop her crossed forearms like two molds of gelatin. It was better than letting them swing free or struggling to contain them with one arm, but it still painfully reminded of her hated, overdeveloped bust.