Time to finally get rid of the milk jugs

Cremia knocked on the door of the milk bar, glad to have got her detour over with at Anju's and ready to just deal with the rumours that would spread around some other time. The milk bar owner slid open the peek hole in the door. "Ah Cremia, you're late" he said as she smiled. "I ran into some trouble, but it's all fine now" she stated as he looked at her face. "Where's your milk mask?" he asked as she blushed. "I forgot it" she stated as she was telling the truth. She had been so distracted by the moon she had forgotten it even before departing home that night.

"Oh well. Since you're just our supplier I suppose we can let you in" the milk bar owner said as he opened the door and Cremia hustled in. Heading down the stairs she felt the subconscious urge to hold her skirt in place, anyone who was standing in the general vicinity of the stairs would have had a beautiful view if they had just looked up, but there were only five or six people in the milk bar that night. The bomb game couple, some of the builders and a few of the circus members.

"Mrs Cremia, that's a nice skirt" she heard the Milk bar owner say as she blushed a little. "Really, I thought it was a bit too short" she stated as he smiled. "Nah, it suits you" he stated as Cremia didn't appreciate the comment. Heading over to the bar counter she plonked the jugs down on it with relief as the owner quickly decided the price. "Twenty rupees for each one?" he stated as Cremia wasn't pleased. "Twenty, you paid me thirty for each last week!" she stated as he sighed. "Mrs Cremia, the demand isn't here like there was last week, with the moon and all" he stated as Cremia was frustrated. "That's not fair, Romani and I need to live!" she stated as she threw her arms out wide.

Only to hear a popping sound and at the same time a crumpling noise as the zora who had been practising on the stage brought his music to a halt and general audible mumbling Cremia began to hear. She could see the milk bar owners face was in disbelief as she put her hand down to her nether region and felt bristling hair rather than clothing material. Looking down she could only squeal in embarrassment as her skirt lay around her ankles and her tits were hanging out from her popped shirt. "Noooo!" she yelled as she tried to reach for her skirt, but one of the construction workers, a burly brute picked it up, leaving her in only a shirt with her bare bottom too large to be covered by her hands.

"Give it back" she yelled, but it was too late as she couldn't see where it had gone among the crowd of men as she stood up and ran for the door up the stairs, feeling every persons gaze at her bum. But the door was locked as she tried to **** it open, trying to ignore the catcalling as she turned to find the owner of the milk bar behind her. "Please open the door" she requested as he shook his head.