Left Path

"mm.."

Sally quietly hummed while standing at the intersection. She missed her white panties with her favorite bear print on the back. She called them her lucky panties, she might need to go back to that old man's home to fetch them but for now she needs to survive her little.. journey. Keeping a hand up between those giant globes of hers, her wrist practically melted and disappeared all together.

"I'll.. go left.. mhm, left!"

Sally nods confidently before rushing down the alleyway, her bare feet stomping against the dirty stone as it becomes more uneven and destroyed the closer she was to the Slums. She had to slow her pace as there was broken glass bottles and sharp trash she needed to avoid stepping on. The alleyway turned more and more into an area connected to the slums, with the putrid rotten smell and constant garbage stacked against the walls. Sally's face scrunched up as she pinches the bridge of her nose before continuing.

"It.. smells worse then.. when Papa uses the bathroom."

Sally felt her skin had gotten colder, being out in nothing but her birthday suit. She was sure it would've happened even if the humidity was still quite high. She rubbed her arms up and down in motions as she tries to warm herself up a little, it's only after a minute of walking down the alleyway does she hear a set of loud noises followed by a gruffy long shout

"HURRY UP WILL YA, IM STARVIN!"

"I'm goin, I'm going already!"

"Bwahaa! You lads always complaining!"

The voices seem to be getting closer, turning a corner around the alleyway she was just approaching. Her body tenses up like before, she turns back but the last alleyway a good while back and running bare foot would be dangerous between all the broken glass and trash. Her heart begins to beat faster as she imagines the group coming across her, people from the slums area dangerous or so her father told her. They would probably ask her to drink adult stuff like beer! Those were her thoughts though she was completely naive, thinking they would stop at just that when a girl as perfectly ripe and soft as her walks the dark alleyways completely naked. She steps back slowly as the sounds come closer and closer until-

"HEY! N'HERE GIRLY! HERE!"

And old raspy voice calls out from the side where many stacked cardboard boxes and other trash were placed together to form a larger pile of garbage. Sally turned towards the voice and was taken back from the sight!

An old dirty looking man was calling out to her from a hidden entrance made between the garbage and cardboard. It opened like a dog hatch, his faced looked shrivled and badly proportioned. A few patch of hair below his chin and nose to form his dirty facial hair and looked to be balding at his age. Who knows how long he's been there and how long he was enjoying seeing Sally stand there stupidly all naked but he probably found this to be the perfect time to call her into his home.

With **** left Sally got her jiggly body down on all fours, giving the old man quite a view as her puppies were swinging before his eyes. Unfortunately he couldn't enjoy it as much as he wanted too as he scoots back to make room inside for Sally to crawl into. Sally take a deep breath and enters the homeless man's tiny fort, her body barely fit through the entrance as her hips got slightly stuck before her nice round butt pops in all the way. Her soft, creamy breasts press against the old man who wore nothing but a raggedy old flannel hat that was unbuttoned from his chest to show his scrawny like figure.

With the two of them inside the old man reaches across and closes the entrance and soon the two went silent. Sally was surprised to see the place wasn't as tight and compact as it looked from the outside. Of course there was barely room for the two of them to fit but if it was just one person, surely they can make a living here. Sally's nose picked up on a foul stench, was like salty coins and milk but she couldn't make such a face, afraid she would offend the old man whom she had crawled off from and turned her back against.

The sound of the mens footsteps pass by, their voices as loud as obnoxious as they first were when they first made their appearance. Through small gaps and openings did Sally see the group passing by. They were dressed like junk rats, wearing scraps like armor and had slight Mohawks. Some were human, others were orcs and a dwarf fit in between the group. Quite the weird combo, still they looked intimidating and Sally was only glad she didn't have to confront them. The old man was breathing quite heavily from behind, Sally wasn't sure if it was because it was stuffy in here or because he was old..