They finally get moving

Mackenzie's tears were gone, and Alex was doing a fair bit of blushing himself when he saw Mackenzie looking at his bulge... After a brief awkward period, Mackenzie started to shift forward, coming to a crouch and turning towards Alex with his arm still over her.

"Okay, let's get going!"

Alex nodded, holding onto Mackenzie as they got him to his feet, or foot. Testing the twisted ankle, he hissed and couldn't really put any weight on it, leaning against Mackenzie shakily. It was definitely humbling to have trouble walking, and he was constantly worried about putting too much weight on her, but Mackenzie pulled him in closer, shaking her head.

"Come on, I'm strong enough!"

Alex laughed and together they started to wobble towards the living room, Alex holding the lantern and Mackenzie holding up Alex with both hands. As they stepped, Mackenzie was really aware that her pants were loose, especially now that her tank top had been pulled loose and the material hung loosely around the edge of her hips and barely covering her. She was very glad that the shirt trailed down to cover her, but the waistband slid back and forth across her pussy, and it was *extremely* distracting. And yet she found herself glad to feel it, especially as she was huddled close to Alex, for some reason...

"Sorry, but can you help me to the bathroom? Uh... Just the door. I'll be okay with the racks, and I'll grab some sheets and blankets from the closet."

Mackenzie nodded, glad for the detour, as she felt her pants slipping slightly. With both hands caught up, she couldn't even finish another step before the loose pants dropped to her ankles with a small yelp from her. Luckily, they were close to the bathroom, and Alex didn't seem to notice the pants with her still-technically-decent shirt covering her. Waddling the last two steps, she patted Alex on the back, looking awkwardly around as he muttered a "Thanks" and limped inside, closing the door. Mackenzie bent over quickly, drawing the troublesome pants back up and trying to tuck the tank top back under the waistband to secure it. As she tried to tuck the undershirt down, however, she accidentally caught the flannel shirt up and when she yanked down on one side, most of the snaps up the front snapped open, revealing that her tank top straps had slid down her shoulders and hung just below her breasts, leaving them entirely out in the open. Letting out another small yelp, she grabbed at the shirt, her pants sliding back down as she muttered in frustration. Inside the bathroom, the toilet flushed and the sink started to run, and she quickly tried to make herself decent as Alex returned.