Candy tries to get her hands on that naughty Chubby.

"Darn it!" Candy jiggled the handle again, her melons wobbling in her spaghetti strap tanktop as she tried a little more ****. "This is all your fault, Chubby," she said as she turned toward the dog, but saw that the mischievous little wiener dog had already escaped into a neighbor's yard and was sniffing at a patch of grass. Candy was in the relatively private and shady area behind their house at the moment, but Chubby was wandering further away as she watched him.

"Chubby! C'mere boy!" The blond crouched down and patted her knees as she whistled to the dog, hoping to draw his attention away from the new and exciting scents. "C'mon, Chubby! Mommy's got a treat for you!"

The dog's ears perked up at the mention of a treat, but he could see that his owner's hands were clearly empty and so moved onto the next interesting patch of grass.

"Dang Dog!" Candy stood up again and looked around the nearby yards and didn't see anyone outside yet. It was still early but there were a few older neighbors who were early risers. Candy wished that one of them might have been out and able to help her catch Chubby, even if they had seen her in her skimpy sleepwear. Stepping out into the early morning sun, Candy began walking through her backyard toward the neighbors, softly calling to the dog as she walked barefoot through the dewy grass. "Who's a good dog? Who's a good boy," she said in her friendliest tone, hoping to woo the dog to come to her, but Chubby obviously had other plans.

Every time she took a step towards him, Chubby would waddle another foot away, always keeping out of arm's reach. She tried stepping towards him quicker and he just waddled slightly faster away from her. As they passed a neighbor's picnic table, the dog caught the scent of a bit of dropped supper from last night and trotted under the table to investigate. As he put his muzzle to the ground and took a testing bite, Candy saw her opportunity.

The busty blonde dropped to her knees in the wet grass and bent over the middle of the bench as she reached under the table for her dog. Chubby saw her hands out of the corner of his eye and almost escaped, but Candy caught his collar before he could slip away and she tugged him back toward her. "Ooooh, you naughty little doggy! You are in so much trouble! When we get back inside--"

With her hands around the fat wiener dog, she tried slipping back out from under the picnic table, only to find something tugging at her tanktop. "Uh oh," she uttered as she tried shifting back and forth along the bench to see if it would come loose, but as her braless F-cups wobbled in front of Chubby's snout, she was still caught on whatever it was. The further she pulled back, the higher it pulled her top and she realized that she wasn't going to get loose without losing her top if she couldn't get unhooked.

Candy could feel the heat of the sunlight on her panty-clad bubble butt as the sun was rising higher in the air, and she looked back to her escape-artist dog. "This is all your fault, Chubby."