"M-my clothes!" Meghan stammered as she covered herself with her hands the best she could, "Where are my clothes?! They were right here! Where could they have - "
Just then a horrifying thought creeped into her mind. If her clothes were gone, then did that mean that someone took them? And did they see her?! The woman turned white as a sheet at the idea of someone seeing her bathing in the creek, her massive butt on display while she smelled like a skunk's butt.
She felt her heart leap into her throat. Her whole body felt cold. She began to hyperventilate. "M-my clothes...!"
She needed to calm down. She needed to think clearly. A plan would come to her if she stopped panicking. She took a deep breath, telling herself to calm down.
She just needed to get back to the park, sneak through town to find something to wear, get home, wash this horrible smell off of her, and then forget this all ever happened. It was a decent plan... except for the first two parts, which caused her to whimper and blush in humiliation.
Unfortunately, she didn't see any other choice. With a sigh, Meghan slowly began to make her way back towards the park, an arm over her breasts and a hand wedged between her legs. Her heart was pounding in her chest so hard that she could hear each thud reverberating inside her head.
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