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Replying with another Jenny story I wrote and posted on DA, this is the 5th one I believe. I never knew where the boy scouts thing for Jenny started but there's certainly quite a bit of art and stories around it. Not crazy about it myself but was fun to write and hope you enjoy it as well.


Chapter 1



Jenny stepped off the bus with an apprehensive smile, bearing hopeful eyes for what she had signed up for. For today and tomorrow morning, she would be a chaperone for the local scout organization’s camping weekend, cut a bit short due to lack of participants and weather. She had had some, interesting encounters or two with scouts before in other towns, but surely these ones would be more well behaved and kind.



“Alright Jenny, come on over here,” a loud voice said in her direction. It was the scout leader of this trip whose name she had failed to remember as of now. He was built from the cloth of an army family no doubt and fit into it in every way.



“Be right there!” she quickly replied as she gathered her few belongings up. It was going to be a real traditional camping experience for them, so not much to bring outside of the expected. The cheery woman’s wear consisted of a cute small beret, button-up brown shirt and a matching skirt to reach above her knees. She was advised by the Scout Lead to wear shorts or pants, and she has an extra pair, but couldn’t resist her usual form of dress and how cute it looked.



“Alright Miss Jenny, here’s how things are going to be handled this trip,” he started while moving back. “Since we’re rather, ahem, understaffed and I know you lack proper camping experience, I’ll be taking the brunt of the scouts while you handle a smaller batch,” he said, gesturing to a sizable group of scouts, their expressions as plain as could be compared to Jenny’s. “We’ll be hoofing it most of today, but tomorrow we have breakfast before we travel home. Your campsite is a touch further down from our own, but I’ll still be checking to make sure things will are in order. Are we clear Miss?”



“Y-yes of course Sir!” she said with conviction. “Very good. I’ll be getting everyone ready and seeing the bus off, so just head down to your site and set up camp.” he said, turning away and crowding the talkative scouts. Jenny turned and smiled to hers with a wave and got silent ones in response. She was about to start an introduction but they were all apparently eager to set up and left without a word. She nearly tripped and fell as she went to catch up, still excited for the day to come.



The humble forest path of planks led to a fair circular clearing past an even bigger clearing for the other campsite. A river on the side followed it down and teased a pond deeper still, natural and clear as day. Jenny was distracted by the beautiful landscape and missed her scouts already setting up camp, and beyond effectively at that. She saw the mixed group already put in the work and went to match them.



Her experience had been nearly a decade old, and not great to begin with, but surely putting a tent together wouldn’t take long or be that bad. Base spread and nails ready, she began to hammer down in not quite the right spots to make it work, often leading her to make correction after correction and movement after movement. The light blue colored tent just big enough for her was making her work for it, and she wasn’t backing down.



The scouts watched passively as she toiled away and got closer to making it right, finding it hard to not notice her skirt rising with every part. She was oblivious to the changes it was going through as it went from mid-thigh upwards inch by inch, making them all anxious or excited for the moment it would show what was underneath. It didn’t come as they expected though, and arguably went better.



Her frustration had piqued from the nails’ resistance to the point where she decided it was best to get down and personal, sticking her butt up high with her head near the ground for better accuracy. Some of them almost blurted out with laughter from the escalation of the scene and her dress to reveal her flowery pink panties, working well with the dress to cover most of her ass save for spilling cheeks. She naturally wiggled herself for readjustment, unknowingly giving them all more slices of her cake in her most tantalizing way.



There weren’t any phones permitted on the trip, but they’d be redundant this time as it was already burned into their minds. In just that instance, Jenny made them change their minds on how the trip would play out, and all for the better. As she finished her struggle and moved on, she ended up with a satisfactory tent with no idea of her admirers, nor the ant hill she squished herself against in the process.



Chapter 2



Not much time passed until the two groups started their fishing activities for the afternoon, still separated as they went deeper into the forest. The scout leader’s voice could be heard corralling his group up stream while only faint words could be heard from Jenny’s nearly done setting up. The lack of energy in their group started to make her feel itchy, thinking of what to say as she got ready herself.



“You all seem to have a lot of badges under your belts, that’s really impressive honestly,” she started as she cast a line out into the stream amidst them. Some tried to ignore her but couldn’t help but watch as she kept moving around in place, making a light show of her concealed figure. “I was never able to join a group like this when I was younger, so it feels nice to do so now. I’ve always wanted at least a few badges to show off and earn, it must be a great feeling.”



She quickly trailed off from her point and kept talking about her life afterwards, finding it harder to do as she felt something off. The silence of the scene barring the babbling brook made her feel alone, enough to start poking around her skirt to see what was wrong. The quiet scouts all stopped their productive fishing to make sure she kept going, seeing a true natural beauty in her habitat.



It started with quick brushes at her lower dress, her hand showing her hesitation as she went underneath to continue and start scratching and shifting herself. Her formal posture became more and more unlady-like as she started to bend to reach deeper in, giving the group another rosy pantyshot. She did an unknowingly fine job at messing with the skirt to where it flipped and stayed up above her rump in due time, flashing the full of her panties and how they left a nice crack that she kept growing with her interference.



The lucky scouts could see what she couldn’t finally, several ants making their assault on the poor lady as retaliation for her set-up earlier. The few stragglers at her back advanced north from her ass back into hiding as they realized where their next target would be eagerly. Jenny went to sit down after fixing her dress, oblivious to her spectators or what would come next. Not even a minute later did the discomfort return around her chest as she pawed away at it to no avail.



Her large bosom begged for her as she frowned and looked at the top two buttons on it. “Just need a bit of space to get things straight,” she whispered, plucking them off as her milky cleavage yawned open. She resumed her brushing and padding away trying to be careful of her display, getting careful eyes from the scouts in secret. She started to sweep around and inside her breasts now, making progress but still not enough to feel good. “M-maybe just one more,” she contemplated to her next button, her fingers meeting a sudden bee as they gripped it.



“EEEKK!” she let out getting the group’s attention and spooking any fishes on bait. With a jump and much shooing away with her hands, she got rid of the bee and laughed to herself about the overreaction. “Sorry about that, just a bee on me and I thought-” she started apologizing to everyone, surprised at their surprised reactions turning into laughter and whistles. She grew confused and followed their eyes south, her Girls clad in a pretty pink bra perkily saying hi with her usual energy.



She reflexively yelped and grabbed herself for cover, nearly popping a nipple out of her right cup from the movement. She further tested it as her areola got some sunlight from her awkward escape back to her tent for privacy, the bra only doing so much to make her display less erotic than it could be.



Alone and annoyed, the blonde properly stripped down to her underwear to see stragglers of ants mounting their attack still. She took the time to disgustingly remove every last one from her body before getting dressed again, finding a new problem from some buttons being missing. A hint of deja vu hit her as she tried to close her clothes fully, an impossibility now that put a pit in her stomach.



With an awkward fix, she was able to button the rest of her shirt in exchange for squishy cleavage and parts of her bra now being visible. She could feel the strain and jostle of her lovely tits rubbing against the bra’s soft material, her nipples hardening slightly in return to eagle eyed fans of hers. For once, she was glad the scouts were silent upon her return as she continued fishing, feeling their eyes on her for obvious reasons.



“Wow, you guys sure caught quite a bit while I wasn’t looking huh,” she remarked to their filled buckets of trout and salmon around them. With a hint of inspiration she cast her line out to the pond to catch some for herself, and again and again as she came up with nothing. She grew a bit frustrated from seeing the scouts do it so effortlessly, trying to follow in their example and mimic. She mistook her next line for someone’s right next to her, too happy to realize that her own hook had found its way into the back of her skirt!



The scouts started to murmur around, and mostly behind, her as Jenny misread it as light praise. “That was a good throw right? I think I’ll get a great one this time!” she said, too true beyond her realization. The scout next to her made sure to match their movements as best she could, too curious to see how it would go. With a tug finally happening, Jenny and the scout began to reel it in and fight hard to get her catch, her real hook lifting the back of her dress higher than before to their glee.



Her overactive movements gave way to nice flexes and shakes at her rear and thighs, the scouts cheering for her as two particularly mischievous ones got an idea. The first went forward to help Jenny relax and readjust for a moment, while the second readjusted the hook to sn*tch both the skirt and bottom of her panties.



“Thank You!” she said obliviously and got back to business, feeling the new strain at her butt but ignoring it from suspense. The growing cheers and dedication to victory only improved her skills as she reeled her panties into a thong, revealing early strands of her garden and hints of her hole as she wedgied herself further. It was beginning to help stimulate her focus more as her reeling continued, the scout next to her doing a star’s job at acting and stalling the climax.



“Oo come on, I know I got it!” she said confidently as she buckled down and showed more of her bubble butt to her admirers. At the end of her rope, Jenny launched the pole skyward as a quick RRIIIPP hit the air among the cheers and hollers. Jenny looked at the huge salmon that came up from the river and held her arms to try and catch it, rather disappointed when it went to the arms of the scout next to her. She looked confused and noticed her bait and hook as now her own, eyes slowly looking up and ending wide.



“Wait those are-” she stopped, bringing her hook down to find a familiar pink pair of panties on the end of it, becoming longer thanks to their new tear. A blush began to consume her as she checked, she just had to check beneath her skirt with her spare hand to feel the fullness of her ass and bottom lips with nothing to stop her. Her ears finally processed the cheering for what it really was and looked back in horror at the boisterous scouts pointing and eyeing the early full moon from the split in her back.



Red as the salmon that was caught, the woman tugged her dress’ splits together to cover her ass while turning around, pulling her front up enough to flash them a rare golden bush of the forest. Her body was in pure flight mode as she ran back to her tent with heavy eyes, a muffled applause accenting her escape.



Catching her breath and flustered, the woman laid down across her tent door with nothing to hide her privates. She became infuriated with herself for not noticing her display sooner, unable to escape her iconic luck even out here. But as always, she picked herself up and began to move forward, but not before some maintenance.



Not only were the panties torn, but so was the back of her skirt as the cloth would be better as a wrap of some kind. She tried to think of a fix when a loud “Jenny!” broke her focus just outside her tent. She quickly threw her hands over her crotch seeing the scout leader’s silhouette approach, he was able to walk in on her half naked!



Right as he knelt down ready to enter, Jenny’s top half shot out the front with her belly downwards being barely hidden by the tarp’s light blue fabric, down on all fours. “Hi hi, right here. No need to come in,” she blurted out nervously, her ample chest catching the tall man’s attention from how much bigger it seemed from before. “Can I help you with something?” she asked impatiently, begging for his leave.



“Well yes actually, I need YOU to be sticking with your scouts more as their leader. Short breaks are fine, but you can’t be going off and leaving them alone like this for so long. They’re smart but still our responsibility. Go back to them and stay with them, we clear?”

“Y-yes sir, sorry sir. I’ll head back to them in just a second” she said, spooked as he stood up with his eyes on her chest still. He was a married man and wouldn’t betray his vows, making him feel guilty for his gaze as he left.



She gave a heavy sigh of relief retreating back into the tent, rubbing her tush and looking at her options. With no time to consider salvaging her clothes, she’d just have to go to new ones. “Oh Thank You Ashley, for helping me pack for this trip…I think,” she said awkwardly as she looked through her spare bag. Expecting a small wardrobe of backup, she was greatly let down to see a large threaded blanket, a pair of shorts and an I.O.U. note hastily written with a winky face.



“Ashleyyy,” she groaned while inspecting the white front-tie cargo shorts with folds at the bottom, making them appear cute at least. She really didn’t want to but decided to abandon her panties and skirt here for the time being, going commando under the decently well fitting shorts. A bit small for her liking, but the bottom folds covered her cheeks well while the tie kept them secure at her curves. The low-rise just reached her navel and worked to show off part of her belly. “Not too bad a look,” she said with a hint of joy as she headed back to her scouts begrudgingly.



Again with her scouts, some greeted her with a snicker or wave while they just kept fishing. Having had her fill of such, Jenny paced around to see them at work and admire their catches, staying out of their way and gaze. She couldn’t believe they were expected to do this for so long, despite not much time passing in reality. She poked at her buttons and top for a minute, wanting to redo them but lacking the privacy.



Without a word, one of them approached Jenny and gestured for her to watch as he made a show of launching his hook across the river to reach a blueberry bush. She was impressed by how accurate he was, reeling it back in and popping one into his mouth. Another success made her applaud him as he shared it with her to eat.



“Oh, why thank you,” she said with a smile as she watched closely behind him, transfixed by his consistency. The other scouts began to follow and vie for her attention, tricking their rods and baits for all sorts of tricks around them. She was constantly pleased and eased by each different display of skill, some spinning their rods like lassos and capturing leaves or branches from great distances.



Several of them hoped for something to happen, and only a few could see it before it actually did. As she was impressed by the group’s swings and tricks, one of their hooks just so happened to flash right before her eyes, landing safely inside her cleavage. She luckily noticed it and blushed at its landing, raising it slightly to find it embedded at the front of her bra, already feeling a slight tug.



Before she could even think, several twings and pops alerted everyone to the mouthwatering sight that was a fresh topless Jenny, her miraculous milkers reacting with a healthy bounce with her pretty pink nipples. The victim was the first to react as a silent scream left her mouth, quickly throwing an arm over her chest while the other reached out to the hook. The offending scout naturally aimed for the water without a thought as Jenny dived in with her top’s remains at her sides. She followed the pink bait as it flowed down stream, trudging after it, her nipples and areolas getting peeks out from her arm to the scout’s delight.



Just as she was about to reach it, a new hook went into the bra as it was quickly reeled back in by the same clever scout. She didn’t have time to think whether it was good or ill intentioned, chasing after it all the same. Her rush back to the group was concluded with a two-handed jump catching the bra, unveiling her wet honkers to everyone as they dropped with an audible Smack to each other from their wetness.



Her chest heaving and dripping as it held them all in hypnosis, Jenny brought her prize down to cover herself as she blushed redder than a tomato. They were all still looking down at them, and the now pale pink was doing little to hide her perky natural pink tits. She let out a broken laugh and simply said “How about we call it there for fishing today,” the scouts silently agreeing solemnly. After all, they just got the biggest catch they could ever find.



Chapter 3



Hours having passed since her last big exposure, the scouts were still whispering and laughing to each other about how fantastic they looked in allure and jealousy. She made sure to mingle and stay with them to not anger the scout leader further, but only after she made an attempt to get dressed properly.



Buttonless top, near broken bra, ill fitting shorts, and no panties. How many times had Jenny found herself in such a scenario or similar, and how many times had it ended well for her? She stood dripping in the center of her tent trying to find a fix, her silhouette visible enough to enjoy an idea of her curves and mass from the sides. With it wet and stretched as it was, her bra was of no help and would not make it back to her clothes drawer sadly.



The top was deserving of no return either, now cold and without buttons to make only a small jacket or vest, unequipped to handle her physique. She fell back on her old trick of tying some of it together to make a bra of sorts, still knowing that her knotting skills were subpar and pale in comparison to the scouts. She was tempted to ask one for help, but didn’t fully trust their hands to do what was asked and not tweak or enjoy her charmers. Such a chance would not only cause a riot among who could do it, but also betray her sense of security and privacy.



Several tries later and she made a similar solution to times before, making a knot at her lower front to cover her nubs as the priority. This of course had the usual caveats of notable cleavage, underboob, and overall not being too secure in holding her girls back from bouncing. Her own body was known to betray itself and highlight her nipples throughout, giving them a detail that she wished to hide. Most of her body from lightly chubby navel to underboob was visible now as well, something she could live with at least.



This and the shorts shared an unfortunate problem of not taking water too well, their fabrics absorbing it and making it heavier while giving more clue into their finer details and look. Seeing her bra and panties so close but useless gave her a pit of sorrow, but they were of no use to anyone now she figured. She stayed on her guard around the scouts and her surroundings, wishing for time to go by quickly.



The remainder of their evening played out as well as they could for her, keeping them orderly and accounted for in the wilderness while her breasts did some playing of their own. Her melons stayed contained while being a point of interest for everyone, but the scouts all knew that it would only last so long with her less than perfect knotting.



As night came upon them, Jenny was tired enough for bed, but had to advise the scouts for their marshmallow and smores event. A yawn escaped her as the camp major finished setting up their fire and let them be to attend his main group. He barely looked at Jenny now, her changes making him nervous and confused. “Make sure to handle the cleanup thoroughly, don’t need any surprise visits now. I’ll check in on you all later,” he said with a dodgy expression.



The bags of sweets were quickly ripped into and shared around by the scouts, each eagerly getting ready to eat their toasty dessert. She couldn’t help but smile at their sincere expressions from the fact, wishing she could join in but lacking the energy. When the bags reached her, she simply started roasting two marshmallows and left it there.



She began to nod off as she roasted and nearly charred her mellows, being nudged awake just in time for them to stay edible. Her nibbles away at them showed her inexperience with how they nearly fell off with every bite, small portions landing just past her chest. As she tried to eat, the scouts next to her noticed how open the back of her shorts were now and the crack she was giving off, trying to think of an idea to show it off for everyone.



Before they could think further however, Jenny needed to get out a big stretch to help stay awake, reaching her hands high and the marshmallows ever higher. Their precarious position up there allowed gravity to take hold as they slipped off from the stick and plopped right at Jenny’s back and into her crack.



She immediately became awake and yelped from the warm intrusion, everyone’s eyes going to her as she looked around startled. She was about to make a fuss to the two scouts beside her when she noticed their eyes match a weird feeling, her shorts were falling! The already weakened garment started to sag and reveal her ass quickly, her vagina not being far with her bush already visible by the fire’s light.



“Nonono,” she said as she picked them up and pressed it against her, smothering the warm sticky treat against her own. The crowd began to laugh at her comedic display and face of regret, hoping she’d drop them and show how bad it got. Alas, Jenny wasn’t that daft as she awkwardly went away to clean herself up.



Down near the pond of where they fished earlier, Jenny removed her bottoms and put them aside as she cautiously entered the water to clean herself. She felt crazy being out here half naked and bathing like a forest nymph, but it was this or attracting more bugs to her honeypot which would be a grave danger out here. Her hands thoroughly explored her bottom treasures as they washed away anything foreign to her, feeling a light shiver from the nice cool the water had.



She tried not to think about it, but the moonlight and quietness of the area made it the most serene time she had had in quite awhile. It was a beautiful moment to match her and her personality, a thankfully private and tender one as she got to care for herself more than she intended in those moments.



SNAP

The sudden noise around her entry point made her sink down to just her head above the water, unsure if she was followed by the scouts or maybe worse, the leader. She waited to see any movement or chatter but noticed nothing, rising up to go get her shorts clean now. Her walk out of the river was akin to a Goddess, her beautiful busty figure more natural thanks to the water giving everything a great sense of weight and glow.



There she found the source of the surprise and chuckled to see a little rabbit digging into her shorts, doubtless because of the mess from before. It froze from her appearance, allowing her to pet it gently with her ass put nicely in the air, dripping with a natural sheen. “You’re a cute fella aren’t you? Well sorry, but I have to be going now with this,” she said as she went to grab her shorts, the critter quickly biting down on it not ready to lose its snack.



“Oh come on, this isn’t yours so give it,” she said with a forceful tug, underestimating the rabbit’s jaw strength as it nabbed a portion of the shorts and ran off. With surprise, she looked at the shorts to see the strings were ripped out, making them looser than could be. She merely sighed at the fact and went back to clean them, it could have been worse after all.



After this washing and a quick wringing, Jenny stepped into them once again and raised them up, disappointed as they immediately fell to her curves and then down to her feet with a little plop. She’d just have to hold them up with a hand from now on, or wedge them up her greatly, and so she started to do as she headed back.



Most of the way there and already fed up with her shorts, she spotted the scout leader past the way and making his way down. She’d certainly get an earful this time if she left the scouts alone with fire, so she picked up her pace to hopefully beat him there. The scouts were already packing up and setting their excess firewood to the side when they saw Jenny barreling in, her mammaries somehow contained in her top still and shorts near her ankles.



“Ah, hey there!” Jenny said, cutting off the leader’s approach early while grabbing her shorts up. He was surprised to hear her already, unable to see her properly from his distance away and the poor lighting. The scouts saw her holding up her shorts and how they were dripping and got another great idea, soon pawning off their firewood to Jenny to handle.



“Ah Jenny, glad to see you’re with your scouts. How’d the smores go for you all?”

“Oh they went great, we all had a uh, a good fill and getting ready for bed now?” she said, confused by the firewood being handed to her. It was clumped up enough to need both arms in order to carry, soon being unable to hold her shorts up by herself. “Good good, and I see you have plenty of wood leftover. Nice and effective work from you and your scouts then.”



“Mmhmm Mmhmm,” she said with enough wood that her rack was sitting atop it now, the leader taking notice of this and blushing. She tried to listen to him talk more about his side of things but felt her shorts start to descend, unable to see that the scouts were tugging it enticingly. She started to do an awkward dance to try and keep them up, only assisting their descent and giving a nice show to her familiar crowd all behind her. Her junk in the trunk was without equal and something worth the promise of seeing a new day, especially with its wet sheen in the moonlight like it was and those waves she was making. They played with it like children, raising it up and down to get more reactions out of her as they fought the desire to grab or smack it.



“Excuse me Scout Leader,” one of them suddenly asked, surprising Jenny that one actually spoke. He asked several unimportant questions about tomorrow’s activities and how his group was doing, all to keep Jenny in her dance longer. Soon they dropped the shorts completely and kept them there, Jenny only noticing a minute after hearing and feeling her cheeks with plenty of snickers to accompany it. She froze in fear knowing that she was bottomless and that they could do anything to her now, waiting and pleading for nothing bad.



“Well, this was a nice informative chat then. I’ll see you all tomorrow for breakfast and the bus home, have a good night. Oh uh Jenny, just put all the spare wood in that bin over there thanks,” he said, setting Jenny free from her prison. She reflexively buckled her knees with the night almost being over, startled by the sudden rise in laughter and eyes from behind.



“C-could some of you help me with this please?” she asked nicely, wishing she clarified her statement as she saw a shadow kneel down. The shorts were swiftly rocketed past the woman's thick thighs and curves into her sex, making her almost drop the wood as she adjusted to her wedgie with a resounding snap! She quickly huffed and went to drop off the wood, grabbing her shorts and fixing them back up to where they should be.



She wanted to tell them off, but hadn’t the energy to spend over their antics. She was worn out from the long day, just telling them to go to bed as she went there herself. Amongst the laughter and eyes, she could hear some mutter goodnight from behind her, wishing they were all nicer like whoever it was.



Inside her tent with a hint of light, Jenny made her difficult choice to sleep without clothes and snuggle in the blanket Ashley provided. She’d hate to get a cold from all this and it's not like they were too comfortable now anyways. She tossed them to the corner of the room, all of what she wore today in a messy pile. Despite the clothes shielding her as they did, it felt oddly comforting to be properly naked finally and just embrace it in privacy. Maybe she should try this some other time…



“Oh I’ve been up far too long now,” she joked to herself from the naughty thought, wrapping herself in the blanket and turning out her light source. As her head hit the pillow, she quickly fell to light snoring as she moved to disrobe herself somewhat in a deep sleep, meaty thighs and hints of her other features easy to discover.



Her body felt a quick shiver before adjusting quickly, her tent silently being removed up and over her from the ninja like scouts of the night. Her blanket nearly begs to be removed as she was eyed by the group, smiling as they thought of a genius idea that would have made Ashley shed a tear if she knew. Leaving her sleep and placing the tent back with newly configured nailing, the scouts left her tent as they all gathered around the clothes they took from inside and set their sights for what tomorrow would bring.



Chapter 4: The Jenny Trap



Jenny awoke a bit later in the morning than she would have liked, still needing breakfast and to pack for her leave. How much time she had left or what time it even was would stay a mystery to her. A hefty yawn and stretch was followed by a hazy look around her tent to notice something was off, where were her clothes?



“No. No not again,” she let out as she saw nothing to wear save for her blanket, even the bag, shoes and socks she had were missing. She poked her head out on all fours and carefully looked around, the surrounding tents being quiet and still. They surely had something to do with this she thought, but she didn’t dare inquire when fully nude. She wrapped her blanket tight around her upper chest as best she could with it covering her from neck to knee, she would have to thank Ashley for this one.



Her exit to the campsite made her feel like an apocalypse survivor, it was eerily quiet and still compared to the chatter she heard last night. “Just where is everyone?” she thought, testing her luck to see some tents properly empty. An annoying glare from the sun served as her answer, leading her eyes up to where the dining hall was meant to be. Atop it all she saw an odd flag fluttering in the wind, the colors and shape of it catching her attention as she gasped.



“They did not…,” she denied, but they did. All her clothes were hanging as the camp’s symbol now, taunting her from afar in a colorful and misshapen flag. She wanted to scream, she wanted to hide, she wanted to throttle one of them, but that would all have to wait. She had to get her clothes, and nothing was going to stop her. She began her march filled with nerves and determination, and with no way of knowing that her blanket was having a peculiar transformation.



Her careful stride was met without opposition nor following eyes until she approached the cabins. The small grouping of them made her wish she was staying here the whole time instead of hoofing it, but I guess it wasn’t as authentic that way. Smells of warm breakfast foods made their way to her as she ducked behind a tree to see where everyone had gathered, of course they went for food before they left.



A passing conversation entered her ear next from a small shed behind her, the door’s creaking making her jump forward to hide beside some bushes. Being smart and covering her breath, she awaited their exit as she calmed and looked down.



“What the-,” she said startled as her knees were visible and the blanket reached her mid-thigh. She palmed her face in disbelief, she must have gotten snagged without noticing. “Ok Jenny, you’ll be fine. Just break off the thread and move on,” she calmed herself, looking down to see the thread suddenly snake behind. It went to her back and then in front, again and again and again!



She was paralyzed from the realization, someone was stripping her this very moment, and they were getting faster. She put her hands on her head in utter disbelief from her situation, looking up to see another unwelcome surprise as two unfamiliar scouts were transfixed by her disappearing act just like she was.



“Woahhh,” they both stupidly let out as they kneeled a bit. She was about to be showing them much more than just her lovely thighs if she didn’t get moving, and so she started her stride once again to the cabin’s roof.



The two didn’t follow but it wasn’t long before they could see the bottom of her cheeks start falling into view, heightened by her vigorous movements as the moon’s phases came early.

Jenny’s heartbeat was only matched by her own speed and that of the blankets' ascent as she found the side ladder behind a group of scouts whose conversation suddenly ended. She broke through them and started climbing, their words lost completely from her unraveling.



Right as her bare feet met the second rung, she felt both her fat cheeks clap together as they were freed from the blankets’ confines. “Nonono,” she complained as she knew her time was running out. She thought she heard more talking around her but ignored it in service of speed to the top. Her risque rise up with nothing covering her rear made an audible appeal for any and everyone to come watch her new sexy struggle. A whole city would’ve hoofed it in the woods with her just for a minute to see her big lovely ass go up that ladder, and that was only the appetizer.



She nearly slipped down as the thread started reaching her arms and exposing her belly, not taking the time to think that her hairy pussy was now in view. Her tender sex, her booty, her donut hole, how many were down there adoring it right now? She couldn’t bear the thought of it and how it made her feel, so she pressed onwards and upwards.



On the roof now, she’s so close to cover! The wind was blowing steady north of the cabin’s edge forcing Jenny to reach its apex and grab them there. The weight of her breasts, those fabric stretching titties started to weigh against the escaping thread as her underboob made an appearance.



“I’m right there, I’m right here!” she exclaimed to herself as she sat atop the roof’s climax, legs spread and reaching up for her clothes. She got on her knees and arched against the pole, her breasts finally falling out and stifling the cold pole now with rising sturdy nipples. She was a modern day King Kong, as naked as the day she was born and maybe more popular.



One claw at the fabric with her hands and a narrow miss, another and she could just feel it against her nail! She readied herself and gave a short but effective jump straight up to grab the damp clothes, her ass saving her from feeling just about anything but glee now.



“YES!!” she celebrated as she held up the clothes she adorned just 24 hours ago, only two being truly worth it if at all. She recognized their wetness and stretched material, but she didn’t care. She had her own clothes again! Right there, she stood up and stepped into her shorts, nearly slipping off the roof but catching herself. She sat like before for some safety and stretched the shorts over her tush with ease, when a whistle made its way into her ear. She looked to where it came from on the ground floor and froze, dropping the shorts back down to her thighs.



She didn’t dare count them, but she looked down to see tons and tons of startled and wild eyes and expressions congratulating and basking in her victory along with her. Did they see her since the thread started to unravel? Since she started to climb with her ass and pussy in the bare? Since she sat atop the building and clawed at the flag with her spread cheeks slamming against the roof? Regardless, they all had seen her now. Her ass, tits, lips and maybe a bit deeper were all gawked at without contention. And they were still watching and making noise.



She shrieked and pulled her shorts up without restraint, to the point where it was closer to a bikini than shorts and let most of her cheeks hang out. It was likely an easy fix, but no time. She had to get clothed and down from there. A playful gust of wind nearly carried her top away but she caught it, flashing the same vocal group with her buxom chest with nice motion. She hurriedly tied a knot with the shirt like before, much worse and looser for varying reasons.



“Hey hey, what’s with all the commotion? We’re supposed to be eating and packing, remember?” The camp leader came out of the cabin with his booming voice, unaware of the sight he missed and breaking up the crowd. Jenny quickly made her way back to the safe ground, unable to leave without being noticed. “Ah Jenny there you, uh,” the man said, taken aback by the blonde’s odd dress.



She still had her pink panties and bra and skirt hidden behind her, unwilling to part with it as it kept her hands busy. She looked down bashfully and saw just how poor a job she did with her top, it was loose in holding them and she could see her areolas in view! Her shorts were just as bad, showing the sides of her crotch and an impressive cameltoe. “S-sorry about this,” she quickly stammered. “I uh, woke up late and didn’t want to miss breakfast is all. I’ll go and change up now-”



“Well no time for that miss, there’s maybe two plates left in there and none with your name on it. Best get something now for the long haul back. We’re all leaving soon,” he said with unfocused eyes, heading back to his part of the campsite. As the crowd thinned and most left, Jenny could still feel the eyes on her with snickers and gawks about her appearance. Some things would never truly change for her. She balled up her unmentionables in the brown cloth that used to be her skirt, wanting to hide her shame at least a little.



Her salvaged breakfast of biscuits and eggs did enough to keep her satisfied in the mess hall as she poked at her clothes and kept crumbs out of her cleavage, she didn’t need another reason for people to look there. The awkward bench she sat down at felt like getting in on the fun and snagged her shorts to her knees, flashing the kind chefs with something that made their overtime worth it. She blushed and gave them her plate, annoyed at their eyes being nowhere near her own. She could still feel them piercing her fatass as she left, adjusting her wedgie as they accidentally fell once more.



On her walk back, she felt quite close to nature as she went barefoot and could feel her body’s movements against the earth. She tried to hold against or cover them, but there was no stopping her hypnotic assets now. Her snake charmer wobbled and clapped lightly, those mountain peaks bouncing with the wind, even the thick of her stomach and thighs were going with her. As much as she detested the eyes it garnered and the embarrassment of it all, she couldn’t deny that it made her feel stupidly sexy and more clammy than her clothes already made her. A true free spirit of the forest and life she was, beautiful as a Goddess.



She finally returned to her neck of the woods to see her troublesome scouts greet her with smiles while they packed away, her shoes and beret magically reappearing outside her tent. She was still a touch tired and almost asked for help, but figured she had enough from them already. She wanted to fix her clothes again with them all back to her, but it was time to go.



The packing and start of the bus ride went smooth enough for her and everyone else, no big exposures left as her present showing was enough to not entice further mischief. She was the last one aboard and settled in the back middle, dozing off while everyone took turns getting glances of her jostling figure on the bumpy road back.



Finally back to where she could leave, she gave the scout leader a good flustered handshake goodbye. It looked like he wanted to say something else, but he couldn’t focus on her dressed as she was and just shied away. As she turned towards her car with a tired look, the scouts under her watch suddenly blocked her way.



“Oh, hi. W-well it’s time for me to get going,” she said unsure of herself, tired from their pranks and her own bad luck. They all stood there silently and awkwardly, leaving her confused.

“We have a surprise for you actually Ms. Jenny,” one of them spoke up to her surprise. From behind three of their backs, they revealed three badges to her curious face. “We saw you struggle a lot out there, but you made great efforts and were still nice to us. We had a good time too,” he said as they approached to bestow her with the badges. She was truly flattered and surprised from the display and couldn’t help but smile.



“This one is for climbing and reaching a great height,” one said as the badge was pinned on the cloth over her left breast. “This one is for being kind and staying true to yourself,” said the next at her right. “And this,” the final one began, “is for expert tying and knotting skills. Congratulations Scout Jenny,” he said, putting it right at her knot at the bottom of her breasts.



Jenny was so touched in that moment that she showed a few hops for joy, thanking them and giving applause. Her gratitude was too much for her top as the knot badge’s spot gave way and showed off her proud nipples bouncing out of their confines to the now grinning scouts. It wasn’t their intent, but it’d be a lie to say they weren’t hoping for such. Her hops made the moment all the better as they slapped against each other with perky innocence that Jenny had a neverending supply of.



“I don’t know what to say but, thank you for this!” she said with a wave goodbye as she headed to her car conflicted but happy. Too happy to take in the stares and car flashes she was getting across the lot as her knot gave way completely with her breasts out in the open. Finally in and adjusting her mirror, she was greeted by her own headlights and blushed to herself with a cringe.

“Maybe I need some more practice for that knotting badge.”



The End