She wasn't stepping into the mud, nor was she leaving without her shoe. She leaned back out over the mud puddle, grunting as she strained to reach her other shoe, her right leg raised for balance as she finally managed to hook her fingers into the toe of her shoe. Giggling slightly at that, she gave her shoe a good, hard yank. It refused to budge.
Swearing, Anna leaned backwards, putting her weight into the next few yanks, as she almost managed to get her right foot onto the ground. She could feel the leather straining and stretching in her fingers, as she gave it one, last, violent tug. With a small clatter of pops, it burst free from its' muddy prison, the sudden release of pressure quite surprising to Anna, precariously balanced as she was. She stumbled backwards, staggering before her right foot finally shot forward.
With a shriek, she plummeted backwards, her right flat once again departing her foot, her skirt rising above her waist. With a loud *SPLAT*, her panty-covered ass sank deeply into the cold mud, her skirt fanning out about her, atop the mud. Her bra, already strained by the continuous exertions of trying to restrain her breasts, gave a few muffled pops, its' band and straps a little looser as her breasts stopped jiggling. In her hand, she clutched the flat she had fought so hard to retrieve. She yelped again as her other flat returned to earth, splatting down into the mud between her splayed legs, spattering her front and face with mud.
She scrambled to her feet, mud oozing between her toes, snatching her other flat from the mud before it could fully secure its' prize, and got the hell out of the mud as fast as she could. Once firmly on solid ground again, she assessed the latest damages, whimpering slightly as she did so. Her panties were now filled with mud, its' excess weight threatening to drag them downwards. Her skirt was a sodden mess, though the worst of it was thankfully hidden inside of it. Her legs and feet were now liberally coated with mud, and her shoes were full of it. The toe of her left flat was stretched, the leather somewhat torn, but it was still wearable.
She shuddered at how muddy she was, knowing she had scant minutes to get across the school. She wanted to get some of this mud off of herself, but did she have the time?
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