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Chapter 4 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

Is there anything I can do to get my clothes back?

I only get more humiliated by that damned ‘kangaroo’.

This perverted mugger was doubled over pointing and laughing at me while I cupped both hands tightly over my groin. The color on my face was reddening quickly while the other people in the park craned their necks to check out the guy in his underwear, distracting me from the thief approaching me again for some more mischief.

I yelped when I noticed the costumed woman had hopped up within an inch of me, and then I yelped a good bit louder when she gripped the waistband of my boxer-briefs; stretching them away from my ass like some kind of coppertone pinup parody! This exchange only got more embarrassing as the other folks in the park slowed down to gather around, and even record me as the stitches on my last article of clothing started to pop loose and tear.

“W-wait! Put those cameras down! Somebody help me!!”

The crowd ignored my plea completely, and closed in on my embarrassing spectacle with all their phones out as I fought with the costumed marsupial for my final vestige of dignity. And it was a losing battle for sure, because the woman in the suit was a lot stronger than I was expecting— easily overpowering what little I knew of wrestling while she endeavored to finish the job of stripping me naked. She was giggling like a madwoman as she gave my waistband the final yank it took to split the underwear right off my naked hips.

This was pretty much my worst nightmare.

The next thing I felt was my penis flopping into the chilly afternoon air; the second was the ‘kangaroo’ tripping me as she stuffed the destroyed remains of my boxer briefs away; and the third was sheer, overwhelming embarrassment as the men and women around me broke into hysterical laughter at the sight of my wiggly, naked dick.

Unable to regain my footing in the midst of all this humiliating chaos, I stumbled a few meters before landing face first into an extremely pillowy chest. Looking up, I saw my fall was caught by a pair of beautiful DDD-Cup breasts.

My cheeks immediately burned a deeper shade of red, because I knew exactly who this was— Olivia, my bustiest co-worker at Pizza Galaxy. She was an outgoing blonde girl, who was thicker than a bowl of oatmeal, a known pervert, and right now— obviously pissed off that somebody just slammed into her mammaries. I backed up as I watched her face grow bitter, knowing I just fucked up.

She was going to give me some choice words until she took a peek down towards my uncovered crotch, and the four inches of flaccid penis dangling between my bare thighs. Her scowl transformed into a delighted smile, as she eyed me all over, and said, “Oh my fucking God, Seth!? I can’t believe I caught you outside of work! And I caught you naked too, hahaha!”

“Goodness gracious, that is Seth!” Said the mousy woman standing right beside Olivia, who happened to be my other co-worker from the pizzeria. She didn’t speak another word, instead just breathing heavily as she (like everyone else at this park) stared at my penis and balls with wide eyes.

“Aah! Priya, don’t look!!” I shouted, my head spinning with humiliation.

Does Seth at least bother covering himself? Or is he too flustered for even that?

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