Lean back, push out

April leaned back as far as the mud would allow her, squishing more shit out of her shorts as her ass pressed into the mess. Trying to ignore the sensations below, she reached behind her, pressing both hands into the mud and pushed. She had hoped the thick mud would offer enough resistance to allow her to slowly push herself out of the mud, but unfortunately, not only did her hands immediately sink into the muck, but the **** of her effort caused the mud to quickly swallow her arms, leaving her hip and elbow deep in the quicksand. Horrified by her mistake she tried to pull out her arms, but the mud felt like a thick glue on her arms and barely offered any budge to free her entrapped arms.

"Oh shit - damn it!" She yelled.

With her arms stuck behind her, April had lost the last crucial bit of agency she had in this situation. At most she could wiggle her body. Maybe she could loosen the mud's grip if she tried hard enough, she had thought. But would it be a good idea? Would she better off waiting for help?

Meanwhile, the quicksand slowly shifted up to her navel, and then to her lower ribs. April's still stark naked breasts were getting ever so closer to the mud's touch.