You glance around looking for clues as to where you might get close enough to the sinking girl. The dark peat looks essentially the same to you all around. It's basically the same substance in which you are standing knee-deep and the girl is almost to her chest. Only the depth is different. You can however tell where the surface has recently been disturbed. Her tracks are still visible and you reason that she must not have come far once she began to sink. So you try to wade around the bottomless bog to the side from which she has entered it.
You explain this to her and she just nods and watches you. It helps keep her calm. She has placed her hands on the surface, her already completely wet and muddy top is in her right hand. She breathes slow and deeply, restraining herself from struggling. The girl's descend has slowed but definitely not stopped. Her ponytail dips into the mud and her already mud-covered bare breasts are slowly approaching the hungry mire.
You walk just outside an imaginary circle that forms the bog's shape in your mind's eye. It occurs to you that you have no idea if that's actually what it is really shaped or where its center would be. Each step drains your strength as you push through the heavy peat. Luckily the mud gets shallower and you make it to where the young woman entered without further incident. It is only shin-deep where you are standing now. You notice a pair of hiking boots resting on dry solid ground. "The cool mud felt good on my sore feet. And I thought I'd just wash it off in the lake," she explains without you even asking.
The attractive young woman is remaining almost perfectly still. Carefully you move closer. Step by step. Still merely shin-deep. Until suddenly your leg sinks past the knee into the treacherous morass. You immediately shift your weight onto the other foot and manage to extract yourself from the bog. Then you get down onto your knees and lean forward, reaching out to the damsel in distress. She once more attempts to reach you with her tank top. The gap is smaller than before but you are still lacking a few inches. You are both already reaching and stretching out as best you can, but it's still not enough. The girl straightens back up and the morass is cupping her breasts.
You need a better plan.
CYOA: A Lake Without a Name - Part 05
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CYOA: A Lake Without a Name - Part 05
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Re: CYOA: A Lake Without a Name - Part 05
So you people want to get into that mud with her that badly? Well, I should have expected no less... 
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