Of Course Not

As Emma sat on the log, catching her breath, she breathed a sigh of frustration. She already had dozens of bruises and cuts after her ordeal, but now her entire front was slightly dirty due to scaling the mudslide. Emma had managed to get back into the park, and she could even see a trail not too far off. She knew how the park's walking trails worked, so she shouldn't have any trouble getting back to the main park entrance. While, if she was thinking of the correct trail, this one would still be a mile away.

It wasn't really holding up anymore. Emma was bare-footed and her shorts were almost ripped. Faced with the prospect of the summer approaching, her wardrobe was holding up just barely. Originally a pair of shorts falling mid-thigh, they are now more accurately classified as booty shorts, save for scraps of fabric draping down her thighs. Full of small holes, they provided many glimpses of her panties underneath, which also had multiple holes. Emma's shorts were still intact in front but they had an enormous hole behind her right cheek! About half of her ass was exposed. She was aware of the gap and was ready to cover it as much as she could.

Similarly, the dense foliage had torn her tank top so badly that it had reduced it to a crop top. Everything below her breasts had been destroyed by the foliage entirely, revealing her toned stomach and most of her ribcage. Emma's left shoulder strap was only held together by a knot and was now coming loose more often. And to make matters worse, the right strap, which was snapped in half like its counterpart, was as close to snapping in half as well. Because of the earlier loss of her bra, Emma was so close to having both shoulder straps completely broken now that she was just a breast jiggle away from having them both broken! As if this weren't enough, the cut directly next to Emma's right nipple had become much wider, which meant that her nipple would now slip out more often. It took just a little heaving of her chest for her pink nub to pop back into view even as she caught her breath.

After all, Emma knew that her shirt wouldn't stay tucked away for long. With a deep breath, Mackenzie prepared to return to the parking lot so she could reach her home and salvation. With any luck, she would reach the entrance within thirty minutes.

She willed herself up again, aware that putting off the inevitable was pointless.

A tearing noise sounded behind Emma as she removed her cheeks from the rough bark of the log. Whirling around, she found a large chunk of her shorts had become trapped in the rough bark of the log. Gritting her teeth, she tentatively touched the soft fabric of her panties across her left cheek. Apart from the waistband, her shorts were completely ripped!

Putting one foot in front of the other, Emma marched forward. No more pit stops. I'm leaving this park!