You try! You fail!

You charge in, but you hear a tearing sound just as you tackle Dana to the ground by surprise. You roll and land on your feet, effectively having ran the punk delinquent over. It takes her a moment to groan and get up, but her eyes widen when she sees you like a wolf spotting a rival pack's alpha. You risk a glance away from the more physically dangerous one to take stock of the more mentally dangerous one. The cunning, charismatic fox has the shreds of the top half of Zoe's dress in her paws, the weirdo's humongous breasts out in the open spring air. Dana wonders what's got your eye and does a double take.

"Holy shit! Those are enormous!" the wolf exclaims.

Rebecca is staring at Zoe's breasts, easily a DDD-cup, and comparing them to her own C-cups that look downright tiny in comparison, even with her push-up bra under her tank-top. "So you were hiding these things this entire time? You, you... bunny-cow!" She yanks the dress the rest of the way off, the flimsy material of the lacy dress easy to tear even for a lithe, foxy cheerleader. She runs, looking over her shoulder at her partner-in-crime. "Cheese it! You know you can't beat Sam!"

Dana grits her teeth, but grabs Zoe's heels. "If we find out the bunny wore clothes during the fair, you'll pay for it!" she growls, though you're unsure whether to Zoe or yourself, before dashing off after her accomplice.

You pull yourself up out of your landing crouch, awkwardly looking over at Zoe. She's naked save for her glasses and bunny ears and looks to be in shock, looking very much like a spooked rabbit frozen and unsure what to do. She looks up at you and her face flushes the color of a neon pink Easter egg. Her arms shoot to cover herself and she gazes down at her laaa... breasts. Yeah, you're kinda doubting she can see her lap past those jumbo-size melon candies. With one hand tightly cupping between her legs, her other arm can barely contain those comically large marshmallows. You can see her areola peeking above her forearm, a cute Easter shade of light pink. Bending forward slightly, you can also see a cute little roll to her tummy matching her wide hips that you'd best describe as "childbearing," as stereotypical as that term can be toward enforcing gender roles... What? Having so many female friends kinda led you to guzzling your 'respect women juice.'

"Well, this is embarrassing..." The weirdo mumbles.

You glance away, trying to be gentlemanly about this. You unzip your hooded sweatshirt and hold it out for Zoe, stepping closer without looking. You figure you're close enough that she can reach for it without getting up.