The southern swamp

"What is this?!" Cremia thought in horror as she stared at what was simply put... only a few flowers and leaves as there was a note under it she picked up with her heart pounding in anger as she read the note then with dreaded tremors.

"Miss Cremia, the next photoshoot is themed around the southern swamp, a location that is popular with older Termina people who like to live in their retirement villages on its southern edges where it borders the ocean. As you can tell by the leaves this is meant to represent the deku who live there, and also the winds which are common.

But if there is one thing I have learned about old peoples humour is they find naked humour very funny. So the theme of this one is two girls wearing traditional Deku leaf skirts at a festival have stepped on a deku flower and triggered one of its gust. To keep it safe for printing while also raunchy and rude enough the old farts in the southern swamp will remember the advertisement even with their dementia, the leaves are actually attached to pasties which you will place over your three frontal lady areas and when you're finished could you please come out"

That was what it read as Cremia looked with mortification at the letter and stormed out then from behind the shutter. "Is this some kind of joke?" she demanded with horror as he turned to her with a frown. "Is something... no... wait... I forgot something!" he stated with shock as he suddenly handed her a flower crown which she looked at with horror, and at all the leaves he was hanging by tiny strings as well as the background which looked like the southern swamp and a model of a deku flower on the ground.

"This... this is what you forgot? Not common decency or sense?" she asked him as he looked at her with confusion in his eyes. "I'm sorry Miss Cremia. I'm not following you" he stated as she frowned at him. "I knew it... you're just some massive pervert who just wants to see me without my clothes on!" she stated accusatorily as he looked at her with a frown.

"Well... you are very pretty, but I'm just trying to help you save your business Miss Cremia. I have a committed girlfriend at the moment who I love dearly" he stated with concern as she faltered a little. "Oh..." she stated as he looked at her with a frown. "Did you read my note Miss Cremia? The Southern swamp newspapers love this kind of material as their advertising, so much so that I've sometimes gotten these kinds of advertisements into the newspaper for free" he stated as she frowned. "For free? How much does it normally cost?" she asked as he scratched his head.

"About 1,000 rupees" he stated as Cremia backed away from him then, squirming uncomfortably as that was a huge sum of money. "Really?" she asked with nervousness as he nodded. "Old people are such a gullible market to sell things to, everyone wants a chunk of the advertising pages in the southern swamp, but they want good advertisements as well as money" he stated as Cremia frowned in complete discomfort before turning resignedly back to the shutter and traipsing over behind it as she found Anju was wearing her outfit, a leaf skirt and an actual leaf bra along with a flower headband as Cremia looked at her friend miserably.

"How come she can't be the one getting stripped" she thought as she looked at Anju miserably. "Umm. Anju... can you give me a minute" she asked her as her friend nodded and headed out as Cremia took a minute to just think about her sisters beautiful smile, and praying to her parents for forgiveness for what she was about to do as the simple farmer girls fingers tugged at the delicate strings of her bikini and let it drop gently to the floor, followed by the cow bikini as she stood for the first time completely bare all day, and with her fingers shaking in shame she timidly placed the flower band on her head and then the leaf pasties on her massive mugs, pressing her nipples in with a small sensitive gasp before making sure they were suctioning her areolas properly as looking at the thin eucalyptus leafs hiding her nipples, but only a tiny fraction of the mass of her pale breasts as she timidly placed the triangular pastie over her sensitive crotch, her recently shaved hairs pained by the sticky pastie, but the ash leaf attached to it actually did do a decent job of hiding the pastie, making it seem like she had nothing behind it as she stood there trembling in utter shame at her outfit.

"Its for the farm... its for the farm. I need the money. So please don't ever see this Romani" she begged as she then peeked out at Anju who was having a conversation with the pictographer as she stepped out then and nervously walked towards them as Anju noticed her approaching and looked up with a smile... only to freeze at the sight of her friend bare as a bluejay save the little bit of modesty nature was providing as she just struggled to say anything, which somehow made Cremia all the more humiliated as she turned to scurry back to the shutter and pull on her clothes to forget this had happened, only to freeze as the pictographer called her name.

And she looked over her shoulder then with a panic as her hands desperately moved behind her back to try and shield her perfectly shaped behind from their sights. "Yes..." she timidly replied as he smiled. "You seem ready and so am I. So if you can stand here I've already got Anju in position" he stated as she walked over then with her head hung in shame to the spot, turning to face his camera as he clapped his hands excitedly.

"Okay, now Anju, hold the milk in front of Miss Cremia's womanly area and look at the camera with an awkward smile as if you're mortified at the sight and want your friends privates kept private but see humour in the situation" he stated as Anju must have done that right as he then smiled at Cremia. "Ok Miss Cremia. Next I'm going to need you to raise your arms like you've been hit by a gust and scream aloud, okay" he stated as she did so and he stopped her as she opened her mouth and screamed.

"No... that's not it. Your face isn't showing convincing horror" he stated as he smiled at her. "And also I haven't begun the machine yet" he stated as Cremia frowned at him, feeling her arms tiring even after only ten seconds of holding them up in the air, only to suddenly be hit from below with a gust of wind as all too suddenly she could feel her hair fluttering around her face as it was raised upwards to her horror, only for it to stop as the pictographer smiled.

"That was good, but you forgot to scream, so what we'll do next Miss Cremia is I'll run the windblower and you keep trying to scream while I take photos and I'll tell you when we get it exactly right" he warned her as she nodded and held up her hands, trying her hardest over and over to scream as legitimately anguished and horrified as she could, but just couldn't even as her hair flitted around her head and the cold air ran up her legs, cooling her naked flesh. But try as she might she just couldn't seem to show the distress and shamed anguish and panic he was asking her to do.

Until to her horror she suddenly felt a tugging sensation on her crotch and looked down to see the pastie was being peeled away, the eucalyptus leaves catching the breeze as she looked down at it with panic as she began to reach for it, only to hear a "don't move" from the pictographer as she was certain he couldn't see what was happening with the milk jar in the way, but that wouldn't stop the bounding panic in her as she was begging it to stick, and then to her horror she suddenly watched as enough of it peeled away and the other remaining half of the pastie quickly was rolled up and suddenly the eucalyptus leaf was out of sight and out of mind.

And that was when she screamed again in utter furious shame as her womanhood was finally on display and any artistic integrity she could have clung behind felt dead and gone as she desperately fell then to her knees, cupping her vagina with despair and her shame finally having caught up with her financial desperation as she just sat there on top of the wind machine feeling it blow chilling air onto her hands and thighs up close and personal as Anju and the pictographer were turning their attention towards her bottomless predicament now as she screamed "don't look" and hurriedly sprinted past them to the shutter, just wanting to put on her regular farmer clothes and go back to being a farmer to forget this ever happened.