Reach for it (C)

She wasn't stepping into the mud, nor was she leaving without her shoe. She leaned back out over the mud puddle, grunting as she strained to reach her other shoe, her right leg raised for balance as she finally managed to hook her fingers into the toe of her shoe. Giggling slightly at that, she gave her shoe a good, hard yank. It refused to budge, and she kept pulling on it, her breasts wobbling mightily within the confines of her bra as she struggled with her shoe. It gave a few, faint pops, as she wrenched violently backwards on her shoe one last time, grunting mightily with exertion, finally ripping it free of the mud which held it.

Anna staggered backwards a few steps before finally managing to catch herself just short of another patch of mud. She could feel her breasts as they jiggled and wobbled within the confines of her bra, which, as she could feel, was definitely looser now than it had been when she left her house this morning. Her blouse, thankfully, was still only missing the one button, though several of the others were visibly looser after her initial fall.

The icing on the cake, though, was the damage she'd done to her left flat. The cheap leather hadn't just stretched, it had torn along both sides of the toe cup, separating the sole from the uppers from just behind her toes to mid-arch. It was wearable, but only just. She gave it a careful shake, not wanting to rip the sole completely free from the toe, then dropped it on the ground. She slid her foot into it, again careful to not damage it more, grimacing as her bare toes and sole came into contact with the mud still in it, watching as it oozed through the massive gaps in the sides of the shoe.

Now mostly clean, and mostly dressed, Anna turned her attention to getting to her second period class on time. She knew she was short on time...