“Halt! Who goes there?”
The voice was brisk, and had an edge of command. You stop digging your mud puddle, already a mess, and turn around, your breasts swaying against each other as you show yourself to a man in a trench coat who holds a lantern pointed at your direction. You see his eyes flicker to your new assets and you cover up, keeling over so he doesn’t see them. You don’t look back at him after that first initial contact.
“What are you doing out here?” he asks, though any tone of him actually caring for the question was masked.
“I—I’m looking for something,” you whimper, though you still don’t look at him. In your mind, you’re barely realizing that your breasts are huge—not a monstrous size, but an arousing enough size.
The man walked through the dead trees, his boots sloshing on the mud. The damp and hazy air gave you chills which not even your fur could cover up. When the man stood before you, you couldn't look up to his face. But he knelt down to you, and brought your chin up.
“Are you lost?” he asked.
“N—n—yes…”
He holds your hand, and you let him. “Come with me,” he says. Reluctantly, you stand. He removes his trench coat and puts it over your shoulder. He wipes some of the mud off of your fur, then takes you gently by the hand away from the mud puddle.
Your thoughts are mixed; you know you still need to get the watch…