Chapter 6 by wicker

What's wrong with the bush?

Another clothing item

Inside the bush was a pair of Daisy Dukes, very tiny Daisy Dukes, almost a denim thong. The denim was darker, just like the denim on Sophie and Claire's jeans.

"Those were mine!" said Traci.

"The hell! They were mine!" said Claire. She grabbed the shorts.

"Hey!" said Traci. She grabbed them and try to yank them out of Claire's hand. "Give me!"

"Stop! You'll rip..." said Sophie, but it was too late. The denim shorts ripped in two.

"For fuck's sake!" Said Sophie. She looked away in disgust until she saw her jeans, or what was left of them, hanging from a branch about 6 feet off the the ground. She strutted over and as she reached for them the ground underneath the leaves seemed to turn to liquid and she began to sink. "Help!"

Traci and Claire ran over as Sophie sank. "Find a branch to reach out to her!" said Traci.

Claire looked until she saw a branch that looked strong enough and long enough. She and Claire grabbed hold of it and reached it out to Sophie. Sophie grabbed it, but the other two were not strong enough to pull her out, but she finally stopped sinking when she was up to her breasts in the thick, sticky muck.