Hilda ENF: Johanna

Johanna's day
>It had been a long day for Johanna
>She had been working none stop on her drawing and was starting to work up a sweat
>She put down her pencil and made her way to the bathroom
>She stripped herself and casted her dirty clothes aside
>She looked at herself in the mirror
>"Oh dear. I've gotten fat."
>Being a mother had given Johanna some extra pounds. Mainly in the lower half of her body
>She caressed her wide hips, her large behind, and her engorged breasts. The sweat on them made her hands quiet slippery.
>She entered the shower and washed herself
>Stepping out of the shower she tried to find a towel
>There was none to be found
>She wondered why there wasn't any and then remembered that she had them put outside to dry
>She shook her body to dry to get some of the water off her
>"Jeez. I feel like a dog."
>She tried to find her old sweaty cloths but couldn't find them
>"What? I threw them over here. Don't tell me that the Nisse took them thinking I was throwing them away"
>Johanna sighed and opened the bathroom door
>She went into her room to find some clean clothes
>Opening her closet she found it be barren
>She was shocked but remembered that she had to send them to the dry cleaners yesterday because of a bunch of rats getting into her closet and were sleeping in the pockets of her pants and making nests of her shirts
>She shivered remembering that horrible experience
>Where did they even come from?
>She blushed when she realized that she has to go outside to the backyard naked
>Breathing in she steps out to the back door, trying her best to cover her nipples and her vagina
>She looked from side to side to see if anyone was outside
>She saw the towels hanging on the cloths line and quickly ran over to them
>As she grabbed one, a strong wind blew over her
>She covered her self with her arms and braced herself
>The cold made her plump body jiggle and shake
>When the wind subsided she saw that the towels had been blown away as well
>She quickly ran to the door
>When she tried to open to the door it didn't budge
>Her heart stopped for a minute when she realized that she locked herself out by accident
>She was now naked, outside, locked out, and with no way to get back in
>Johanna tried to think hard on what to do next as the breeze was brushing up on her unmentionables
>She had an idea. One she didn't like but she had no choice
>She quickly ran towards the shed in the back and started to look through old boxes
>She then found  it. Her old clothes from her childhood
>Some of these were small enough to fit Hilda
>She swallowed her bride and started put on the clothes
>The fabric stretched around her large frame
>Her face got redder when she heard a small rip from the fabric
>She wiggled herself into them until she was wearing her old spats, skirt, sweater, and bear pattern underwear
>"This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever done."
>She looked into another box to see if her back up money was there
>She had just enough to buy some new clothes
>She inhaled and exhaled and made her way to the store
>She wondered what Hilda might have been doing today as she shuffled carefully
>As she moved a little too far with her leg, the back of her spats ripped open
>Showing off her panties being devoured by her her large bum
>She moved her skirt over to cover it
>She was finally at the department store
>The workers were eyeing her as she shuffled through the store in her tight clothes
>She grabbed some pants and a shirt that looked like would fit her. Even if it was a size too big she would buy it
>She got to the counter and had her clothes run up
>After the cashier gave her some suggestive looks, he gave her the price for her purchase
>Johanna reached into her skirt pocket and tried to fish out the money
>But her hand got stuck
>She pulled harder and used her other hand to help
>As Johanna got the money out, her spats, skirt, and panties ripped apart
>She tried to cover herself put as she moved her arms down, her sweater ripped as well
>So there she was, naked in a store full of people with her clothes in tatters on the ground
>As she handed the cashier the money, her face turned more red than a tomato