S2-ENF-027 - CAUGHT

“Be very, very quiet,” whispered Thelma. “Or it’ll catch us.”

“What will catch us?” said Emilia, loudly. “Don’t be vague, Thelma. It leads to needless confusion in the workplace.”

“Shhh!”

“Why? Why should I be quiet? You haven’t explained yourself at all.”

“We’re in danger,” Thelma explained, frantically motioning Emilia to shut up. The pair of them were sneaking through the back rooms of an abandoned office building in Cincinnati, looking for the source of a series of anomalous defabrication incidents that had taken place in the streets nearby. “I think I know exactly what we’re dealing with.”

“What?”

“It.”

“It what? What it?”

“No what. Just it.”

“It?”

“It.”

“I think I understand,” said Emilia, and then said, “Wait, no, I don't at all. Why not what? It must have a what.”

“Stop asking questions! The more you talk about it…”

“What? What does it do?”

“That,” said Thelma, pointing. Emilia looked down. She saw pink panties, and a long expanse of pale bare leg. What she did not see was pants.

“Eek! What happened to my pants?”

“It did.”

“But what did it do?”

“It just… did. Please don’t overthink it.”

“Why not? What happens if I overthink it? Is it really bad?”

“Yep,” Thelma sighed, hugging her bare breasts. Both girls were now standing in the empty corridor of the office building, wearing nothing but their panties, which were pink in Emilia’s case and orange in Thelma’s. “Too late now. Let’s get out of here and regroup, before it…”

“It what? What’s it going to do?”

“Stop talking! Just run!”

The two girls trotted through the labyrinthine office building, flinching at every noise, dodging every shadow, trying to remember which way they’d come in. “We’re trapped!” cried Emilia, still being careful not to allow her boobies to escape her clasping arms, just in case it was watching. “We’ll never get out!”

“We’re paying too much attention. Close your eyes!”

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

Emilia closed her eyes. Thelma grabbed her upper arm and pulled her along, ensuring the two girls stayed together as they sprinted blindly through the maze, no longer able to think about where they were going or how they were going to get there. Just as she thought they were going to be trapped in the old office building forever, with nothing but it to keep them company, she felt warm sunlight on her skin and heard the song of birds. They had to be outside!

She opened her eyes.

They were indeed outside. Standing on the street in downtown Cincinnati, before hundreds of fine upstanding Cincinnati citizens, out on their lunch break to see the sights of Cincinnati and breathe the warm, fragrant Cincinnati air. There was a long, lingering silence.

Emilia clutched her hands still more tightly to her full bare-naked breasts, determined to conceal at least one lingering scrap of her modesty as her cheeks began to blaze. Then she looked down, realized she wasn’t wearing panties, let out a high-pitched squeal like the chime of a bell and threw both hands between her legs to cover her pink pussy and the golden curls of her bush. Sadly, this had the effect of exposing her breasts.

Thelma, beside her, was in much the same predicament. Covering her bouncy coconut-sized breasts with one hand. Concealing her chestnut pubic curls with the other. Far too much of her deliciously creamy, curvy body, not overly fat but well padded out in all the right places, exposed to public view. Frozen before the gaze of the astonished crowd, the two shamefaced, bare-bottomed girls could do nothing but shield their nudity with their arms and wait for the penny to drop.

Which it did.

“Hey, look, everyone! Those girls are NAKED!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha!”