You feel the small seaplane you’re sitting in descend towards a lake in a valley located within a remote corner of Africa. As you look out the window at the approaching water and then towards the shore, you feel anticipation about seeing and documenting the various sights of this mysterious land almost untouched by modern civilization. Ever since you’ve heard rumors about the place known as The Great Swamp, you’ve always wanted to get the scoop on this strange location and why it isn’t as widely known among the international community as it could’ve been. When the international journalism firm you’re working for finally started offering an assignment for someone to document The Great Swamp and expose its existence to the wider world, you immediately jumped on the chance to volunteer for this job and collect enough information to write a descriptive editorial for them. You soon feel the seaplane land on the lake’s surface and drive towards an inconspicuous-looking boardwalk at the shore of a swampy-looking area. You couldn’t see much past the tall reeds rising from the shore, but you do see a glasses-wearing woman wearing a business-type dress walk out to meet the approaching plane.
You disembark from the plane once it stops at the boardwalk and give the pilot and co-pilot a farewell, then you turn to face the woman in the business dress standing in front of you. As you get a closer look at her, you observe that she has pale white skin, black hair, is wearing a professional-looking pair of round glasses, red lipstick, a pearl neckless, and a surprisingly breezy-looking black and white business dress. You notice that it has a more open top than what you’re used to seeing, and you have an unrestricted view of the valley in between a pair of breasts you can’t tell if they’re a C or a D-cup. You realize her choice of attire makes sense considering the hot and wet climate of the location you’re in. The woman pretends to not notice you staring and greets you with a professional tone.
Miranda: “Welcome to the Great Swamp! I am Miranda and I am here to help you get settled in. I hope you had a pleasant flight. Sometimes the landing is a bit rough.”
You: “Yes, I have noticed a lot of turbulence on our landing, and I was a bit surprised about where we’re landing, but we were able to manage.”
Miranda: “Well, it’s good to hear that you came here in good condition. Please follow me to the camp. Oh, and watch your step and stay on the boardwalk. We really should install a railing here sometime."
You follow Miranda towards the camp, and she points you towards the various amenities on offer.
Miranda: “As you can see, the camp is surrounded by this fence. We make sure that no predators can get in. That would not be good for our reputation.”
As if she had rehearsed it many times as part of her job, she gives you a professional, non-flirtatious looking wink on cue after finishing her sentence.
Miranda: “And this is the Central Plaza. From here you can see the guest houses, then there’s our headquarters, the cantina, and the spa. Anyway, here’s the key to your room. I assume you will want to get settled in now, so I’ll leave you to that. Unless of course you are eager to go on a tour right away, then I could also show you to our guides. Or maybe you’d like to unwind and relax in the spa first?”
You: “Oh yes, I would be happy to have a tour of The Great Swamp right away. I’m actually on a job to document The Great Swamp and its various landmarks to increase its exposure to the wider international community.”
You give Miranda all the information you can about your credentials and the international paper you work for. She looks convinced after reading over the business card you handed her and shows you over to the tours.
Miranda: “Well, it looks like everything checks out about you here. Sounds pretty exciting that you’re here to document the swamp here on behalf of your employer. It’d be great to have more people know about this place and the services that it offers. I’ll show you to where we’re offering our tours.”
Miranda takes you into the main building of the plaza and leads you to a door with the label “Swamp Tours” engraved in it. You both look inside and notice it’s empty at the moment.
Miranda: “We’re actually seeing some record business at the Swamp Tours right now and the usual tour guides, Tara and Millie are busy with their respective tours at the moment. We did hire a new tour guide recently to fill in for them and I can get you set up with her for your own tour. I’m sure you’ll like her. Enjoy your stay and see you around!"
With that, Miranda leaves you at the Tours booth and you wait for the new tour guide assigned to you. After about 10 minutes of playing Vampire Survivors on your phone while you wait, you see a beautiful-looking Asian girl enter the building from an Employees Only access on the other side of the room. You notice that she has long black hair that reaches to the small of her back, red, painted fingernails, a broad chest and hourglass hips, and long, slender legs. As she gets closer, you see that she is wearing what looks like a sexy safari girl outfit. She’s wearing a simple cloth top with an exposed midriff, short khaki shorts, and a pair of colorful aqua shoes. You notice that she isn’t wearing a bra under her top and you see a large amount of uncovered cleavage of her huge DD or F-cup breasts and her nipples showing through the fabric. You think TGS has a very loose dress code. She soon greets you in a cheerful-sounding tone.
Tabitha: “Nǐ hǎo! Welcome to The Great Swamp! My name is Tabitha by the way, and I’m going to be your guide for today! Oh, and in case you’re wondering, I am Chinese and am quite fluent in the Chinese language.”
You introduce yourself to Tabitha and explain your reason for coming to The Great Swamp. She seems intrigued about giving a news journalist a tour of the swamp. A thought also crossed your mind about your tour guide.
You: “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you, Tabitha. Also, no offense, but Tabitha doesn’t sound too much like a Chinese name to me.”
Tabitha: “Oh, yeah, that is just my first name. My full name is actually Tabitha B. Zhen, and even though I said I’m Chinese, I actually come from Singapore. I have an English father and a Chinese mother, so that’s where my name comes from.”
You: “Oh, I guess that explains things, then. Well, I’m ready to go on a tour of The Great Swamp.”
Tabitha: “Wěidà de! Since it’s just us right now, where would you like for us to go first?”
You and Tabitha waste no time conducting your tour within the various landscapes of the western half of The Great Swamp. You start at the Mdogo River, and as you both walk to the first location you chose on the map; you notice that Tabitha isn’t wearing any panties, and she’s wearing her shorts lower than most people you know. You see a good amount of ass cleavage showing from above the waistline of her khakis. Upon reaching said river, Tabitha explains its role as a side-arm of the Mwalamu river without hesitation.
Tabitha: “Because of this hot summer, the Mwalamu could hardly feed enough water into this river. However, it does make the riverbed a lot easier to explore. Would you like to go further?”
You: “Yes, I would like to see the surrounding area further up.”
Tabitha: “Okay, but you’ve got to stay with me because we’ll be hiking off trail for some time.”
You and Tabitha walk into wet, ankle-deep mud as you both explore the riverbed up further. You are thankful you remembered to put on your waders before you went on this tour. You begin taking pictures with your camera of the various exotic plant life that seem to thrive on the banks of this river. As you look forward back at Tabitha, you see that the top half of her bubble butt is exposed, and her shorts have sagged a bit lower from the swaying of her hips as she walks since the beginning of the tour. You start to appreciate the round shape of her ass as it slowly reveals itself to you, and you could see how it seems to shine in the sunlight. You decide not to inform her about her shorts sagging. She then gasps as she finds a pleasant discovery.
Tabitha: “Hey, look at that over there!.”
She points to an apple tree full of leaves that seems to be blooming with gold-colored apples. You race over next to her and get a closer look at the apple tree.
Tabitha: “Aren’t these beautiful? These are the types of unique trees and plants that grow within The Great Swamp, and particularly, within this vast river system.”
You take a few pictures of the tree. Tabitha then plucks a ripe apple off its branch and bites into it.
Tabitha: “Mmmmm! The taste of this apple is so amazingly sweet! It’s like biting into a Pina Colada!”
She takes one more bite then reaches the apple out to you.
Tabitha: “Want a bite?”
You: “No thanks. I’m not much of an apple person.
Tabitha: “Hǎo de! More for me then!”
She continues to eat the apple and then throws the apple core into the jungle. You both continue hiking upstream up the riverbed when you slow down and then stop upon seeing what looks like a deep quicksand bog blocking the path further ahead. You watch as Tabitha continues to casually walk forward without stopping straight into the bog, sinking up to her thighs in the mud until she stops in the middle to give another lecture. You watch her continue sinking as she talks.
Tabitha: “The locals consider the Mwalamu river to be the western border of The Great Swamp.”
You start to wonder how Tabitha managed to not notice she was walking into a big and obvious pit of quicksand. Then you realize she failed to notice her shorts were sagging and you got a glorious view of her bare ass.
Tabitha: “While it isn’t as dangerous as the Eastern part of The Great Swamp, it is not advised to cross this river into the jungles beyond as it’s not as well documented and it-Hang On! Is it me or are you suddenly growing taller?”
You: “I’m not growing taller, you’re getting shorter! You’re sinking in quicksand!”
Tabitha: “Wha-Oh, silly me! I must’ve not noticed I was in here! No problem, let me just pull myself out of this.”
By the time Tabitha finally looked down to where she was going, she saw that she was up to her breasts in the deep mud. She looked for a sturdy-looking tree root to pull herself out with and found one to her right side at the edge of the mud pit and further away from the riverbank. Using her strength, she grabs onto the thick root and pulls herself out of the mud inch by inch. She eventually frees herself and prances right next to you.
Tabitha: “That’s not the first time that’s happened to me. Millie tells me I tend to blindly walk into quicksand without looking down at where I’m going, which annoys her a bit.”
You: “Who’s Millie?”
Tabitha: “She’s the one who trained me when I got the job here.”
As you look at Tabitha, you see that her body is covered in a thin layer of mud from below her huge boobs. You also see that the mud managed to pull her shorts down even further and bunch around her thighs until you see the outline of her mud-covered vulva between her legs.
Tabitha: “Well, looks like I’m going to have to find a pond to wash this mud off of me. Tee-hee!”
You both walk past the mud pit until you reach a dead end where the jungle is just too overgrown to walk past.
Tabitha: “Well, looks like this is the end of the line, and I don’t have anything else to say about this place. So, where would you like to go next?”
You: “How about the Mangrove Swamp?”
Tabitha: “Good choice! We’ll just head back through the way we came and make our way from there. Wǒmen zǒu ba!”
While walking back down towards the normal tour path, you get a good look at Tabitha once more. You observe her fully exposed, mud-covered bubble butt bouncing as she walks ahead of you. You believe it looks hot when her ass is covered in mud and it bounces for your viewing pleasure.
While walking towards the Mangrove Swamp, you and Tabitha both come across a creak with clean, running water. Tabitha breathes a sigh of relief at finally having a place to clean up.
Tabitha: “Gǎnxiè shàngdì! I can finally wash this mud off me!”
She runs towards the creek and soaks half her body in its water. You take pictures of the creek, being sure to avoid accidentally capturing a half-naked Tabitha wading in the water. She washes all the mud off her body and pulls her shorts back up to her preferred height on her butt, believing that it fell as she was washing up. You both then continue hiking to the Mangrove Swamp.
Once you reach the location, she gives a description of the place while you both are standing in shin-deep stagnant water. It is also rather dark in this area as the tree canopy blocks much of the sunlight from shining onto the ground.
Tabitha: “The roots of these trees reach all the way down into the water as they naturally love the wet environment here. It does make things hard to navigate here though, as you could easily trip on a tree root you didn’t see coming. Then there’s also the waterlogged ground itself.”
You look up at how tall these trees are, but you don’t find them, or the area you and Tabitha are in to be interesting enough to take pictures with. You start to wonder if there are any hidden secrets hiding within the maze of trees itself.
You: “Are we allowed to go inside the swamp and maybe look for other things that might be hidden between these trees in there?”
Tabitha: “Technically, we are allowed to travel inside there, but I would rather not risk us going in. Sorry. Tara told me a story of how she went in there with a tourist she was assigned to, but then got lost and almost drowned in one of the numerous quicksand pits hiding under the water. If it hadn’t been for the tourist’s help pulling her out, she would’ve been dead at this point. Not to doubt your ability to save me should the same thing happen to us, but I don’t really want to risk it in a location such as this.
You: “Who’s Tara?”
Tabitha: “Oh, she’s another tour guide that I work with. She’s really nice! You’ll love her if you get the chance to be on a tour with her!” Well, since there isn’t much more to say about the Mangrove Swamp, are you ready to move on?”
You and Tabitha walk over to Lake Ziwa la Kioo. The ground gets softer and muddier as you walk closer to the lake, but it doesn’t feel like anything that could become dangerous yet. As you walk up the path, you hear the sounds of exotic birds and other wildlife calling through the tree canopies. You take more pictures of some of the strange trees you see along the way. But as you both get midway through your tour, you feel your feet getting sore from all the walking. You see some bright sunlight ahead, and when you emerge from the path, you decide to walk over and sit down on the rocks surrounding the lake as Tabitha gives her description of this place.
Tabitha: “Here is Lake Ziwa la Kioo! I’m told it’s supposed to be a quiet place where there aren’t supposed to be any kinds of danger here. The water of this lake is also quite pleasant enough to swim in it. Tara tells me that there isn’t supposed to be quicksand here, but considering there’s pretty much quicksand everywhere in the swamp if you’re not sticking to the paths, and I clearly stepped into some deep mud and had to pull myself out, I’m not buying it! She also says the water is drinkable here, but after what happened to me when I drank the water at Cambodia when I was doing tours at Angkor Wat, I’m not taking chances.”
You then take your boots and socks off and soak your feet in the crystal-clear water. When Tabitha sees what you’re doing, you notice her face brighten up.
Tabitha: “That’s a good idea! It would be nice if we decide to take a break and cool off here for a bit before we finish the tour.”
You then see Tabitha run and then dive head-first into the lake while still wearing her safari outfit. She later emerges in the center of the lake and looks directly back at you.
Tabitha: “Ahh, this feels so nice! It’s great to swim in this lake after walking through all that mud during our tour.”
Seeing a good photo opportunity, you tell Tabitha to stay where she is and get a pic of her swimming in the lake while giving you a peace sign. While still soaking your feet, you watch her swim to her heart’s content before pulling herself out on the other side of the lake with her back to you. As she emerges, you see her clothes are now fully wet and you can see through them at her natural skin on her back. You also see that her shorts have once again sagged halfway down her ass again, and you get a view of the top half of her bubble butt. You see it bounce as she prances towards the flowers growing behind the lake.
Tabitha: “Would you like to come over here?! There’s something I want to show you!”
Without putting your socks and boots back on, you walk over to where Tabitha is calling you. As you arrive, you see that she is standing next to some strange purple flowers apparently native to this exact location in The Great Swamp. She turns toward you as she shows you the flowers, and you can see that her huge 36F boobs are showing through her wet top and you can clearly make out her nipples. You are thankful that her vulva isn’t showing on her front despite how much her shorts have sagged from their original position.
Tabitha: “Would a picture of these flowers look great for your editorial? They’re quite pretty, and they only grow at this specific point at Ziwa la Kioo! They also have a pleasant scent.”
She takes a whiff of the plants’ sweet scent. You take a picture of her as she smells the flowers, then reaches in to grab what looks like a thick stem.
Tabitha: “There are even a few more plants buried in between the bushel of these flowers!”
Tabitha turns her head towards you as she pulls out the thick stem, but you and Tabitha both hear a loud hiss as you see she instead pulled out a green python resting within the bushel. While giving another excited lecture, she turns her head towards the source of the loud hissing, then screams at the top of her lungs at what she saw.
Tabitha: “The Great Swamp is rich in flora and fauna not found anywhere else on Earth. It’s one more thing that makes the…AAAAHHHH!!!”
She throws the snake from her hand out of fear and you see the foliage rustle as it slithers away out of sight back into the deep jungle.
Tabitha: “Tā mā de! Nà dōngxī tài ěxīnle! Tā kěnéng huì shārén……Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to raise my voice like that. It’s just that I’m deathly afraid of snakes! I hope I didn’t make things feel unpleasant.”
You: “Oh, that’s okay. It was an accident, after all.”
Tabitha: “Thank goodness! Well, how about we continue on? I wonder what that clearing is over there.”
Tabitha carefully slips past some of the foliage, and you follow right behind her. You both enter a clearing containing what looks like a patch of dark brown mud in its center. Knowing about last time, you keep your distance from even getting close to it. Tabitha however, struts right into the bog towards a patch of thorns conveniently located right on the other side from where you’re standing. You see her once again start sinking. You are baffled at how the bubbling and sputtering sounds coming from the bog doesn’t clue her in that she’s standing in quicksand and slowly sinking into it.
Tabitha: “Not all plants found at The Great Swamp are particularly pleasant though. These thorn bushes, on the other hand, are sharp enough to shred clothing and even cut deep into the skin. You’d do best to stay away from these if you’re planning to explore the deep jungles at the swamp.”
By the time she finished her lecture, she had already sunk waist deep into the mud, and she had still not noticed she is sinking yet.
Tabitha: “Well, that’s about all there is at Ziwa la Kioo. I’ll just meet up with you and-wait, what?”
Tabitha finally looks down and sees her breasts disappearing in the mud.
Tabitha: “Oh, not again! Just hang in there and I’ll climb out of this mud!”
Tabitha shuffles through back to your position but you see her sink past her mouth and eventually submerge into the mud.
Tabitha: “Almost there! I’ll just need to push on fublbtheblblub ablbld thblblb blubblb blublblub blblblb blup blubbleplp blub blub…”
You watch as bubbles pop on the surface where she sank and then suddenly stop. You start to assume the worst had happened to Tabitha until you see a muddy arm reach out of the bog and grab onto the grass right below your legs in front of you. Reacting, you grab onto her arm, and pull until Tabitha fully emerges from the bog fully covered in a layer of mud. She gasps and coughs hard as she catches her breath from all that pushing through the mud.
Tabitha: “Thanks for that! I swear, I have a thing for sinking into quicksand every time I give these tours.”
You: “I’m beginning to wonder if you’re doing this on purpose.”
Tabitha: “I swear I’m not doing this on purpose. Anyway, I need to clean all this mud off me again. Good thing I love swimming in this lake!”
Tabitha walks back towards the lake to clean up. Trailing her, you see that her shorts had been pulled back down to her thighs and her fully bare bubble butt bounces within your view. You sit down on the stones surrounding the lake once again and you bathe your feet into the water to clean off the mud. Once you finished, you shake them to dry them off, then you slip your socks and boots back on your feet. At the same time, Tabitha finishes her nice swim and emerges from the lake fully wet and clean of any mud. With the mud no longer covering her, you see that she has not pulled her shorts back up and you get an unrestricted view of her bare crotch. You can clearly see her pink vagina glistening with residual water. Above that, you can see that she has black pubic hair that’s noticeably shaved until it looks like a small square patch above. You look back up towards her face so she doesn’t discern what you’re staring at. Noticing the sun is setting, Tabitha looks at her watch as she decides whether there’s still time to continue the tour.
Tabitha: “Well, that took a bit longer than I anticipated. Perhaps you decide where we should go nex-Oh, no! Look at the time! I didn’t realize how much time we spent at these three locations! I’m terribly sorry, but I’m afraid we’re going to have to close our tours soon. Allow me to escort you back to camp and you can find yourself a room to stay for the night and/or check out the amenities.”
You both walk back to the TGS camp. While walking, you see that Tabitha still has not noticed that her shorts are fully down and is unwittingly mooning you throughout the hike. When you both enter the camp, she’s virtually strutting bottomless until you both stop at the Central Plaza.
Tabitha: “Well, I hope you enjoyed the tour at The Great Swamp. My apologies for not being able to show you everything at TGS, but I hope you still had fun walking with me while it lasted. Well, I better head back inside the main building. Hope to see you again soon!”
You: “Yep! Hope to see you too Tabitha!”
Tabitha: “Okay, huítóu jiàn! Bye bye!”
You watch her bare ass bounce as she walks back into the main building and disappear behind the door. Feeling a bit tired, you walk toward the guest houses and use your key to enter your room. You put away all your important stuff and then boot up your work computer. After you open the word processing program, you extract the photos you’ve taken from the camera and upload them into the computer. For a couple of hours, you work on the beginning of your editorial while sipping on a cup of coffee you brewed in the coffee machine. After typing an intro you’re satisfied with, you save your work and exit the program before closing your computer. You decide to go to the other side of the camp to check out the amenities as Tabitha suggested.
You walk to the cantina and order for yourself some chicken and a glass of water. Things are lively as the other guests have finished their tours with their tour guides and are happily eating and chatting with each other about how their stay at TGS has been going for them. Satisfied with the food you’ve eaten; you pay your bill and leave to check out the spa next door.
You enter the spa and are surprised there’s only one locker room. You then find out that it must be a mixed spa. You also see a provisions sign nearby. It says “Adults only. Minimum height 145cm / 4ft 9in. No cameras. No cell phones. No clothes. No worries.” Heeding the sign’s advice, you strip off your clothes and put them away in the nearest empty locker you could find. You then walk out into the spa area itself. You see a large pool filled with mud surrounded by a marble deck with lounge chairs placed around it. There is also a lot of shade in this spa to escape from the heat. In one of those deck chairs, you see a nude, busty woman with black hair lounging in one of the chairs. As you get a closer look, you realize that it’s Tabitha likely resting from the exhausting tour. You carefully step into the pool of mud and start relaxing. You then shuffle closer to Tabitha and greet her with a wave.
You: “Hey!”
Tabitha sits up and looks in your direction. As she sits up, you see her fully uncovered 36F boobs bounce into view. Because of the way they flop, you can tell that they’re 100% natural, and her nipples are quite perky.
Tabitha: “Hey, it’s you! Small world, ain’t it?”
You: “You can say that. I’ve been wondering. Since when did you start working as a tour guide here?”
Tabitha: “Oh, quite recently, actually. Miranda was looking for some additional hands to help out with the tours since we started getting more business. She was impressed with my background and hired me on the spot!”
You: “So, what impressed Miranda about your background?”
Tabitha then leaves her lounge chair and sits on the edge of the pool right next to you. She dips her feet into the mud as she sits down.
Tabitha: “Well, when I first started, I was doing city tours for the various commercial districts of my home city of Singapore. However, I grew bored with leading people through the same dull greys of concrete and wanted to try something else. That’s when I discovered my thing for doing tours deep in the jungle.”
She then steps into the mud right next to you and lowers herself until she’s sitting at your eye level. You see most of her body, including her tits, submerge into the mud until only her shoulders and head remained above.
Tabitha: “My first big break came when I got a job offer as a tour guide for Angkor Wat. I had to move to Cambodia to take the job, but it was worth it. It was where I told you I got sick after drinking some of the water there. I felt much more alive when I talked to tourists about the sacred landmark while being bombarded by the heat and humidity of the deep jungle. It was also where I got my first taste of sinking and nearly drowning in quicksand. I did that for about 3 years before I was ready to move on.”
As she kept talking, you notice that Tabitha was starting to slowly slip into the mud. She continued to sink a bit until the mud was up past her mouth. Bubbles start popping in front of her as she talks into the mud, and her voice started sounding bubbly.
Tabitha: “I then took a job in Indonesia doing some jungle tours for a bunch of safari tourists exploring Borneo. It was where I had to help tourists avoid deablbldy hablblbzblablrblubds liblbke quiblbcksablubblnd ablnd tobiblic plablbs.”
Even while bubbles continued to pop in Tabitha’s face, she is still unaware she’s talking into the mud.
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She finally saw that her mouth was under the mud and sat back up so she could talk normally. Her jaw area was covered in a thin layer of muck.
Tabitha: “Really?! Even when I’ve not giving tours, I’m still sinking in mud!”
You: “So why is it you have a habit of stepping into and sinking in quicksand without knowing what’s happening?”
Tabitha: “I believe when I talk to people or work on jobs that require my full attention, I get figurative tunnel vision where I’m no longer in touch with all my other senses. When I was in Cambodia, the reason I was sinking in quicksand was because I was leading a group of tourists and I was not aware I was walking into it. It had to take one of them to get my attention before I noticed I was sinking. Unfortunately, he took too long to tell me and I was already past the point of no return. It had to take a rescue team to pull me out! That was the most embarrassing moment of my life.”
You: “So I guess that also explains the-“
???: “Room for one more?”
You then turn to your right at the source of the voice and see Miranda completely naked and about to step into the mud. She shuffles through and sits down next to you on your right side.
You: “Hi Miranda! I wasn’t expecting anyone else here.”
Miranda: “I guess you were having a private date with Tabitha? Anyway, I’m wondering how you’re feeling about your stay in The Great Swamp so far?”
You: “Oh, I’m having a good time here. I went on a tour with Tabitha earlier and took a lot of pictures of some of the sites at this place. We weren’t able to see all the locations because of some unexpected events that happened during our tour.”
Miranda: “Oh, well. I believe that’s expected here. A lot of strange things happen at The Great Swamp and I would not be surprised if they affected your experience of the tour. How do you rate Tabitha’s job as your tour guide?”
You: “I think she’s done a wonderful job so far. She’s been really nice to talk to and is really helpful at times.”
You refrain from mentioning her chronic obliviousness and her fear of snakes. Behind you, Tabitha blushes at the kind words you give about her performance.
Miranda: “Well, that’s great to hear. Do you have plans on finishing the tour sometime?”
You: “Yes, actually. I would like for Tabitha to be my guide again for when we finish the tour tomorrow first thing in the morning.”
Miranda: “I think that can be arranged. Well, I better go. It’s starting to get too dark and I need to finish up some paperwork. We’ll see each other at some point soon. Enjoy the rest of your experience at The Great Swamp!”
You watch Miranda stand up and climb out of the pool using a nearby ladder. As you watch her walk back into the locker room, you see her bare, mud-covered ass bounce with each step. You soon turn back towards Tabitha sitting on your other side.
Tabitha: “Well, I better go too. It’s getting a little dark and chilly for my tastes. See you in the morning!”
You stop her from walking out as you have one more question for her.
You: “Wait, I forgot to ask: Why are you afraid of snakes? Did something happen to you after an encounter with one?”
Tabitha: “No, I just don’t like them, that’s all. I don’t really like the way they slither. It’s just creepy. Then there’s the hissing, which makes my skin crawl! And I didn’t mention that some species are poisonous! You’d think we’d have a lot of snakes back at my home, but Singapore is a city-state! You’re not going to see them slithering around all over the place! Well, I hope that answers your question. See you in the morning!”
You: “See ya!”
You watch Tabitha climb out of the pool then you follow behind her. After you are done changing back into your clothes, you walk back into your guest room. You take a shower and then change into your sleepwear for the night. This is the earliest you ever went to bed, but you’re going to have to get up bright and early tomorrow in order to finish the tour like you promised. You finally get a good night’s rest.
You wake up to the sound of your phone alarm beeping at you that it is 6:00 AM in the morning. You also look out your window to see the morning sun shining over the horizon and brighten up the area. After changing out of your sleepwear into your normal, casual clothes, and eating a breakfast bar, you are ready to walk out of your room and back towards the central plaza. Remembering how wet and muddy the terrain was while hiking through it, you once again put your waders on over your socks to keep your feet dry. When you step out of your room and outside into the swamp, you see that nearly everything is covered in wet, dripping rainwater. You also see the grass was made slightly softer. Looking at your weather forecast app on your phone, you see that a monsoon had passed over your immediate area during the night and soaked everything within your vicinity. The air also felt slightly cooler, but still within the high 80’s/lower 90’s temperature typical within the area. While walking on the path towards the plaza, you see that some small patches of water-logged mud appear in spots off the trail where they didn’t exist before. You see that there are puddles of water found all over the paths you’re walking. You then see Tabitha running towards your position after exiting from the main building. Her clothes were slightly wetter from the mist of leftover moisture in the air, but at least her shorts are back at their normal position over her butt. You observe she has a worried expression on her face as she runs closer to you giving what you’d think would be bad news.
Tabitha: “Thank goodness you made it! Miranda wanted me to tell you that an errant monsoon came over The Great Swamp last night. There was so much rain in such a short amount of time that it saturated the ground! As a result, everything is wetter and muddier than usual. Even the paths where we travel through during our tours!”
You: “Does that mean there aren’t going to be tours today?”
Tabitha: “No, the tours are still open, but Miranda advised that we use caution as there could potentially be fresh quicksand on our normal routes. Also, no one can come in or leave The Great Swamp as of this moment as the boardwalk is now completely underwater. Well, now that all the bad news is out of the way, we do have two spots left to go to, but since we still have the whole day ahead of us, we can take detours to places we already visited just to see how the rain has affected them. Well, where would you like to go?”
You: “Maybe we can take a detour back to the Mdogo river. If it’s flooded there, it would be a great opportunity to get a picture of what the river looks like with more water running through it.”
Tabitha: “Then that’ll be our first stop! Wǒmen zǒu ba!”
While you and Tabitha walk along the dirt path to the Mdogo river, you both notice that it feels much more mucky to walk through than normal. You don’t get too far before you and Tabitha both instantly plunge up to your shins into the waterlogged pathway. As you both continue walking forward, you both sink into the muddy road up to your knees.
You: “You weren’t kidding! It feels like walking through a tub of syrup!”
Tabitha: “Yes, the rain definitely made the ground a lot softer. Even soft to the point where it can barely hold our weight.”
You: “How come you’re not bothered by this? Doesn’t it make it harder for you to walk through these paths when you’re knee deep in this morass?”
Tabitha: “No, it doesn’t. I used to work in Borneo, remember? On most days, the tours were like this deep in the jungle. We had to advise tourists to wear wading boots and pants when doing tours because the jungle floor can barely hold a human, let alone a group of them. It was also part of our job to test the muddy floor for quicksand bogs so tourists didn’t step into them by accident and drown.”
While wading through the muddy path, you see the water level of the lake where you entered The Great Swamp had risen significantly up to the elevation of the path, and the boardwalk has completely submerged underwater as Tabitha stated earlier. You also see that Tabitha herself is conveniently continuing to sink into the path past her knees until reaching the level of the waistband of her shorts. As you look at her ass cleavage, you see the liquified mud flow into it as she walks and fill her shorts with muck. She doesn’t seem to either be bothered by this, or even care. Or she probably doesn’t notice the feeling of mud filling her crack at all. You look right back at her face as she keeps talking.
You: “So how did you test for quicksand yourself?”
Tabitha: “I tested them directly. I would tie a strong rope around my waist, walk into some muddy spots on the ground, and wait and see how far I sink into them.
She holds a long coil of rope in her hand to show you.
Tabitha: “If I sink too far into them or go completely under, it means that they’re not safe to wade through and we must go another direction. It definitely helps that I am really good at holding my breath and I can hold it for up to 4 minutes.”
Before she could continue the conversation, you and she both hear the sounds of a woman loudly gargling in deep mud.
???: “Blubble blubbblbl blbblubblebliblublub! Heblblblp meblbeblbe! Soblublmboblubdblbluby pleablublubbble heblblublblblp!”
Tabitha: “Come on, we have to help her!”
Both you and Tabitha struggle to run as fast as you can in the mud. However, as you both keep running, you rise up from the mud little by little until you are both ankle-deep and are able to run at normal speed. As you both get closer to the source of the sounds, you see a pair of mud-covered hands rising and sinking into a pit of deep mud that formed in the middle of the walking path. You stop at the pit just in time to see the hands reaching and grabbing for a non-existing lifeline and then quickly sink back into the mud. Thick bubbles start bursting in the spot where the hands disappeared for a few seconds before the hands rise up out of the mud once more. When Tabitha sees the hands appear, she grabs her rope in both hands and starts winding up one of the ends in her right hand.
Tabitha: “I got this!”
She then throws the end over to the hands before they sink back into the mud and watch them grab and hold on tightly. Once the hands grabbed on to the first end, Tabitha grabs onto the other end of the rope and starts pulling. You watch her strain to pull the owner of the pair of hands out of the muck and then you wrap your arms around her right under her breasts and pull with all your strength with her. Tabitha blushes as she feels you embrace her in such a way, then starts pulling alongside you. With yours and Tabitha’s combined strength, you both start pulling the drowning woman out of the mud starting with her arms. You both see a mud-covered face emerge gasping for much needed air and pull the rest of her body out all the way. She leaves muddy streaks all over the ground as you and Tabitha pull the woman out of the quagmire. She coughs and breathes heavily as she recovers her breath. As you both look at the woman’s face, you hear Tabitha gasp as she recognizes who it belongs to.
Tabitha: “Millie! Are you alright?!”
Millie: “cough cough Tabitha? Boy, am I glad to see you!”
Tabitha: “What happened?”
Millie: “Well, I decided to spend my break doing a powerwalk all across the swamp, when I found myself in deep trouble. I know Miranda told us to be careful walking through here after the rains last night, but I still found myself caught in a case of quicksand.”
Millie interrupted herself upon seeing you in the corner of her eye.
Millie: “Well lookie here! Is this the person you’re assigned too, Tabitha?”
Tabitha: “Yes. We’re going to the Mdogo river on our way to the Central Peat Bogs. We wanted to see how things changed after the monsoon last night.”
Millie: “Well, first off, don’t go up to Lake Ziwa la Kioo. That whole place is literally quicksand now. I barely made it out of there before I went under the mud and drowned, only to fall into this slop and nearly drown in it. If it weren’t for you two, I would’ve been a goner. The Central Peat Bogs are a bit more manageable, but the peat levels rose considerably after the rain. It’s going to be a bit more treacherous than it usually is hiking through there.”
Tabitha: “Okay Millie. We’ll be careful.”
Millie: “Great! Now I just need to head back to the camp and clean up. Oh, and Tabitha?”
Tabitha: “Yeah?”
Millie points down with her mud-covered index finger at Tabitha’s shorts, which have sagged half-way down her ass.
Tabitha: “Oh, sorry!”
Tabitha quickly pulls her shorts back up to her normal height.
Millie: “See you then!”
Millie then turns towards you as she walks back to camp.
Millie: “Oh, and you treat her right for me, you hear?”
You: “Oh, yes ma’am!”
Millie winks at you before walking off.
You and Tabitha both walk along the path reaching up to the Mdogo river. Although it’s not as soggy to walk through as the main tour path, you are both still ankle-deep in the muddy ground and it doesn’t get any drier from there. As you observe the river in the distance, you see that there is a large torrent of water rushing through it. Yesterday, there was barely any water running through the river at all, and it was possible to walk up the riverbed. Tabitha is filled with excitement upon seeing the river full of running water for the first time.
Tabitha: “Wow, I’ve never seen this river full of so much water before! It’s a new experience for me!”
As Tabitha walks past you to get a closer look at the river, you see her sinking into the mud as she gets closer to the riverbed. She once again fails to notice her situation, but she eventually stops sinking once the mud has climbed halfway up her breasts. You get a picture of the raging river, and an upper body shot of Tabitha looking in awe at the rushing water.
Tabitha: “Well, looks like the water is making the path along this river inaccessible for the time being, so we should just turn around and head over to the Central Peat Bogs now.”
You turn around like Tabitha suggested and she walks back towards your position, rising out of the mud as she joins you and walks ahead to lead the way. You see that her shorts have begun to sag once more, and you see a little bit more of her exposed bubble butt.
As you and Tabitha both walk to the Central Peat Bogs, you see the path start to get a little drier. The hot midday sun drying up the rainwater from the swamp grounds and making the paths less mucky. Nevertheless, you are both still wading shin deep in muck. Suddenly, Tabitha steps into an even softer spot in the road and instantly plunges past her waist into a pit of quicksand.
Tabitha: “AAHHH! Uh oh, I’m stuck, and I can’t feel anything solid under me!”
You: “Don’t worry, I’ll pull you out!”
Tabitha: “Wait, I have my rope. Use that to pull me out.”
As Tabitha sinks up to her breasts into the mud, she grasps her rope in both hands and once again winds up and throws one end to you. You grab on and start to pull her out onto the solid land you’re standing on. You pull her until she’s just arm’s length away from solid land. But then, the rope you’re pulling suddenly snaps in two and you fall backwards into the mucky road. The sudden reaction causes Tabitha to fall backwards back into the mud until she has sunk past her breasts while holding the frayed rope in her hands.
Tabitha: “Oh, no, that was my only rope. Please help, I’m still sinking!”
You stand back up from falling backwards into the mucky road. Your back is coated in a layer of mud. You race over closer to Tabitha and reach out with a free hand to her right arm. Thankfully, you were able to pull her close enough to grab on, and you pull with all your strength until she is free of the clinging mud. You keep pulling until she is all the way back on the road once more. You observe that Tabitha is coated below the shoulders in a layer of mud, and her shorts are once again pulled down to her thighs. Her ass fully exposed and coated in the same layer of mud.
Tabitha: “Thanks for saving me. Tiān a! That was my best rope. I’ve had that since my last job in Borneo.”
Tabitha throws away both halves of the now useless rope.
Tabitha: “Well, once our tour’s over, I’ll have to remember to buy another one. Let’s move on, shall we?!”
You walk right behind her as she leads you to the Central Peat Bogs, watching her bare, mud-covered ass bounce enticingly as she walks.
You both enter the Central Peat Bogs area and sink until you both are chest deep in the dark grey peat.
You: “Yuck! Are the Central Peat Bogs normally like this on most days?”
Tabitha: “Ergh! No. On most days, the peat levels would be considerably lower, and on the safe paths, the morass would only be about ankle-deep. The monsoon rain from last night must’ve rose the peat levels here significantly.
Tabitha struggles to shuffle to a spot where she can talk about the bogs while they’re in the background of your vision. The peat is halfway up her boobs, and they squish as she pushes through the muck.
Tabitha: “This is the Central Peat Bogs, and as you can tell, they seem to stretch on forever. It’s been said this area should still be fertile, but there’s no plant life that grows in this area for some reason, and the only plants that remain are these dead trees in the distance. Scientists are baffled as to why this is happening even after we had the soil composition tested. One more thing, where we’re standing is considered one of the safe areas to walk on while the areas past this are dangerous because of hidden bottomless bogs you can sink into. If you get stuck in one of those bogs, you won’t be able to just walk back out to escape, and since the trees are so far apart from each other, even if you brought a rope, it really won’t help you to survive. I really don’t want to demonstrate that right now either because if we’re chest deep in this peat and it’s considered the “safe area,” there’s a very good chance that there could be a bottomless bog in front of us right now and I will have no way of getting out alive if I step into it by accident. It is also rumored that this is the shortest way to access the eastern half of The Great Swamp, but once again, I don’t want to demonstrate that for safety reasons. Well, there’s really not much more to say about this place. Now how about we get out of this bog and find a place to wash off this peat before we move on?”
You: “I think that’s fair. Lead the way!”
You both leave the Central Peat Bogs after straining to get out of the sucking peat and find a conveniently located pond of fresh water to bathe in. While you wash the peat off your clothes, you sneak a good look at Tabitha doing the same. You see that her clothes are sopping wet from the water and you can get a closer look at how the skin on her back shows through her wet top. As you look lower at her ass, you can see it shine in the sunlight from the moisture. You stop ogling and wash the rest of the peat off your boots.
As the day turns to mid-afternoon, the sun’s increased temperature continued to dry up the monsoon rain from the swamp, but there was still residual moisture left within the ground. You and Tabitha travel down the path to the Mangrove Swamp that you both decided to take a detour to before travelling to the Northern Peat Bogs and then find yourselves sinking into the muddy path up to your shins. You also find that the water level of the Mangrove Swamp also rose until it was up past your respective waistlines. Tabitha gives a little description of the changes the monsoon rains made to the swamp while sinking into the muddy ground she’s standing on.
Tabitha: “As we can see, the monsoon definitely made changes to this particular place. The water has risen up to at least more than twice its original level, and the ground here is even softer and harder to move through than before. I’m not really a tree expert, but this is probably more water than these poor mangroves can handle.”
You watch Tabitha sink until her head just barely went completely underwater. She does not seem to be phased by this, however. She even continues talking when fully underwater. Her air bubbles escape out of her mouth and pop on the surface as she keeps speaking.
Tabitha: “Iblblub woblboblb noblubt wanblblubt tblo goblb iblntoblub tblube whblubblen tble swblalbubble’s ablt thbls stablblut. Ibl coblblubbld eblblnd ublp inblib qublibluksablblub insblablntablblntlbliby! Soblub ablubny qublubeblubtiblblonblubs?”
You don’t give her an answer, and she assumes you don’t have any questions before walking back to your position to decide on the final destination for both of you to go.
Tabitha: “Noblubo? Weblblub lblobks liblubke wblubblee’rblbe doblubne hblebeblbre…so I’m just going to join back up to you, Hǎo de?”
As the afternoon progresses to evening, the sun bathes The Great Swamp in an orange sunset glow. The water from the rains had completely evaporated out of the swamp, returning it to the state it was in before the storm. The path leading out of the Mangrove Swamp and towards the Northern Peat Bogs is completely dry and free of any moisture from the monsoon, and both you and Tabitha are able to walk on it without sinking into it. As you both walk up to the Northern Peat Bogs themselves, you feel the path get a bit wet and muddy again.
Tabitha: “Watch your step! Do not walk too close to any dark, moist patches!”
You manage to avoid stepping in a dark grey patch of peat. You then look forwards and see Tabitha pointing out towards a clearing of peat covered in moss. As you look at Tabitha, you see that her shorts had once again sagged halfway down her ass from all the walking. You can see how her half-uncovered bubble butt seems to shine in the evening sunlight from the sweat travelling down it. She then turns toward you to explain the story of the Northern Peat Bogs.
Tabitha: “This place is always changing. Day by day. Season by season. Even if you have walked this path a thousand times, you still need to watch where you go. It is safer to stay at the edge of these clearings. These are really just large, partially overgrown bogs. If you break through the upper layer and start to sink, there is nothing solid to hold onto out there. Here at least there are some trees with strong roots.”
You: “This is some pretty interesting stuff you have at The Great Swamp. Tell me, is there something special about this moss? It seems to grow everywhere in this location.”
Tabitha: “Oh, it is a peculiar moss indeed. When the conditions are right, it could grow so thick it could actually support the weight of a human being. However, it doesn’t always grow that thick on most days. In fact, the thickness is very inconsistent. That’s why you have to be careful when walking here. You won’t know if the moss you’re walking on is strong enough to support you until it’s too late.”
You: “Would you like to demonstrate it for me?”
Tabitha gives your question a bit of thought, but then answers with a quick “Okay!” She then walks slowly towards the center of the clearing while the moss wobbles under her feet. You see that her partially covered bubble butt bounces with each of her steps.
Tabitha: “As you can see, the moss here isn’t always stable, but it is holding my weight so far. However, as I get closer to the center, I can feel it get weaker under my weight.”
As she walks towards a dark grey patch of peat, the moss separates little by little until she feels it give way under her feet.
Tabitha: “It’s a good idea to avoid doing what I’m doing and walk towards a noticeably weak layer of moss near an exposed patch of peat, otherwise, it will stretch and then-AH-give way like that!”
As Tabitha demonstrated the moss weakening and finally giving way, she fell into the peat until she was past the waistband of her khakis, then she started sinking.
Tabitha: “Once you fall into this peat like I have, you have only a limited time to pull yourself back onto the moss before you sink too deep in here. Otherwise, you’ll get stuck, and it’ll be harder to get yourself out.”
As Tabitha tried demonstrating rescuing herself from sinking in the quicksand-like peat, she felt the thin moss ripping apart as she placed her arms on the surface. Before long, she had sunk up to her waist in the peat and made no progress pulling herself out. She then starts worrying about her situation.
Tabitha: “Oh, I seem to be in a bit of trouble here. I can’t seem to get a firm grip on this moss, and I can feel the peat start pulling me under. I think I’m going to need a little assistance, but don’t try to get closer and pull me out. I’m afraid the moss might give way under your weight too and trap you with me. Find a vine or something else that’s solid!”
You: “Okay, I’ll find something around here!”
You walk as fast as you can along the rim of the clearing to try to find exactly what you might need to save Tabitha. Meanwhile, Tabitha tries harder to reach for any solid, stable moss that she could pull herself up to, but the thin moss continues to disintegrate under her weight until she found herself breast deep and stuck in the middle of the patch of peat that had grown larger under her repeated futile attempts. You walk deeper into the jungle and away from the clearing to find a suitable vine. It takes you a few minutes of searching before you find a thick vine that looks sturdy enough to support Tabitha’s weight. You pull the vine off its branch with all your strength and drag it back into the clearing towards Tabitha. By the time you make it back, you see that she had sunk until only her face is above the surface and she’s struggling to stay afloat. The peat is also making it harder for her to breathe.
You: “Tabitha, I found a vine for you to grab onto!”
Tabitha: “Can’t…stay…afloat! About…to…go…under! Throw…that…vine…nblblubblubblblub!”
Before she could even finish her sentence, the peat sucks her under the surface. Seconds later, her left arm emerges grasping for any kind of lifeline. You throw one end of the thick vine towards her, and she catches it in her hand and holds on tight. As you start pulling, her other arm emerges from the peat and grasps onto the thick vine. You keep pulling until her face emerges from the peat while she takes a mighty gasp of air, then her voluptuous body, and finally, her legs are pulled free from the grasping peat. She pulls herself onto the vine until she reaches and lies down on the solid layer of moss next to where you’re standing breathing heavily from exhaustion. You see that her whole body and her clothes are fully covered in a layer of dark grey peat. She stares right into your eyes with a thankful look on her face as she continues breathing.
Tabitha: “Tài gǎnxièle! Thank you for saving me again! I would’ve been a goner for sure if it wasn’t for your quick thinking! While we head back to the camp, I’m gonna need to find a watering hole to wash all this muck off me.”
She gives a bright smile back towards you. After walking back to camp, Tabitha walks over to the spa showers to wash the peat off of her body, then joins you back in the main building.
Tabitha: “Thank you for allowing me to give you a tour of The Great Swamp. Be sure to leave a review and check out the rest of the amenities. Well, I’ve got to go now. Hope to see you again soon. Zàijiàn!”
She gives a little wave before turning her back and walking towards the Tours area. As you watch her walk away, you see that her khakis have sagged all the way down and you once again get an unobstructed view of her bare ass bouncing as she walks back towards her station. You are still amazed that she remains totally oblivious of her ass hanging out and her shorts bunching around her thighs.
You are once again tired from the tour, and you retire back to your room so you can work on the rest of your editorial. Using the material you captured from today’s tour, you finish up your work and place appropriate images into it to give it context. When you have finished and are satisfied with your work, you upload it to your workplace and await confirmation and feedback from your boss. Your boss gives you approval for the work in an email and you shut down your work computer before enjoying the evening for yourself.
You make your way to the cantina and order some food and a cocktail to enjoy for the night. The place is packed with the sounds of music playing and guests conversing with each other, but there is one voice you recognize out of the chorus of friendly banter. You see Miranda sitting at a bar and sipping an exotic-looking cocktail while talking to a black-skinned woman wearing a red bikini. You can’t hear the full details of the conversation, but there are some interesting words you can pick out. Words like “Eastern Great Swamp” and “Lost Temple” are repeated while concerning words like “dangerous” and “deadly” are also mentioned. You have only heard mentions of this Eastern half piecemeal during your tour, but now that more rumors of this place are being mentioned, your interest is suddenly piqued. As you walk back to your room to go to bed and retire for the night, a thought suddenly crosses your mind: Your work here is not done yet.
You wake up the next morning like before, and you eat a breakfast bar and drink a cup of water for breakfast, get dressed in your usual clothes, and rush out onto the campgrounds first thing in the morning. Unlike yesterday, the grounds are dry this time and you don’t see any pits of mud near you anywhere. You head over to the Central Plaza and immediately find Tabitha walking towards your position. She gives you a friendly greeting.
Tabitha: “Nǐ hǎo ya! Nice to see you again! I was just about to go to the garden to tend to some plants there, but I’m still available if you need me. Would you like to go on another tour? Tara and Millie already have most of the tours covered, but I can always give you a private tour if you wish.”
You: “Actually, I wanted to talk to someone about going on a different kind of tour. I heard Miranda talking about the Eastern Great Swamp while over at the cantina last night, and I heard plenty of rumors of uncharted areas that need to be explored. Is there a way to explore the Eastern side of the swamp? I have the required credentials for charting that place and hopefully taking a few photos to expose what’s hiding in those areas for further research.”
You watch Tabitha form a confused expression on her face.
Tabitha: “Oh, well this is a rather…interesting request. I’m going to have to take that up with Miranda. Currently, we do not offer any tours whatsoever to the Eastern side of The Great Swamp because that area is deemed unsafe to travel to. However, I’m not sure how she’ll react to a journalist volunteering him/herself to go on an expeditionary tour of that place. I’ll be sure to let Miranda know after I’m done tending to the garden. In the meantime, take your time to enjoy the services here and I’ll meet you at the Central Plaza once I get an answer. Anyway, Xiǎngshòu!”
You: “What does that mean?”
Tabitha: “It means ‘Enjoy’ in Chinese. Tee hee! Anyway, bye!”
You decide to enjoy the amenities at the camp while Tabitha discusses your request with Miranda. You enter the cantina and order a proper breakfast of bacon and eggs and orange juice from the menu. You start to wonder more about the conversation you heard last night about the Eastern Great Swamp and why it is considered so dangerous. Why would an entire half of a tourist destination be closed off to all access for the same kinds of dangers found in the western half of the swamp. Perhaps there’s more to this answer worth investigating. Later, it is 8:00 AM in the morning and Tabitha still hasn’t returned from her discussion with Miranda. You could try to spend some time at the spa, but you decide against it as you don’t feel you need another mud bath so early in the day. You barely spend time messing with your phone when you finally see Tabitha prancing towards you with some news to share.
Tabitha: “Hello again! I got an answer from Miranda regarding your request.”
You: “Okay, what did Miranda have to say about taking a tour in the Eastern part of The Great Swamp?”
Tabitha: “She said we do not allow any normal tours of the eastern half of the swamp for anyone, but we do allow guests with credentials to volunteer to do their own expeditionary tours with a guide on our behalf. And Miranda believed that because of your job duties and experience, you would be permitted to travel to the eastern swamp to document the area and finally unveil its secrets. However, she wanted me to show you this.”
Tabitha hands you a form and you find it has a lot of legal jargon on it.
You: “What is this?”
Tabitha: “It’s a waiver. It acknowledges that if one or both of us should die while on this expedition, The Great Swamp is not liable for any damages to the affected party. By signing your name, you are acknowledging you are aware of the possible dangers that may lie within the swamp and the risks associated with them. Do you have any emergency contacts we can call?”
You: “No. Both my parents died, and I have no other family members who live close to me.”
Tabitha: “Oh, well. Sorry if I made things even more grim than they currently are.”
She points to the bottom of the form where the solid lines are located where one or two people would sign their names. You see Tabitha’s signature on the top line.
Tabitha: “Take the time to read this form before you sign. As you can see, I have already signed my name on the top line. Miranda suggested that if you decide to fully commit to exploring the Eastern Great Swamp, I should be your guide to help you. Keep in mind that we will be entering the swamp at our own risk. If we ever get into trouble while we’re in there or even while we’re trying to get in there in the first place, there will be no one present to rescue us. We won’t officially start until you sign your name on the line under mine. But, if you decide not to go through and sign your name, then this expedition will be called off and the waiver will no longer be applicable. So, what do you say?”
You read through the terms on the waiver and take your time to think things through. On the one hand, you are quite concerned about you or your guide not getting any help and dying while going on this tour. But on the other hand, your sense of adventure and desire to finally unveil this uncharted region will make the risks worth it. You believe it will open the door to further expeditions and earn you a lot of respect from your peers for expanding further contact within this remote area. With your mind made up, you give Tabitha your final decision:
You: “I’ll do it. I’m going to take part in this expedition of the eastern swamp.”
Tabitha: “Wěidà de! Just sign your name under mine.
You do as she says and wait for her to give further instructions.
Tabitha: “I’ll meet you over at the Central Peat Bogs after I get my supplies. I suggest you get back to your room and retrieve your equipment as well. Miranda suggested the Central Peat Bogs because it is the shortest and safest route into the swamp. If we enter through the Mangrove Swamp or up along the river, we’ll be guaranteed to get stuck in quicksand, and the northeast path would take us right into the jungles beyond the border of TGS, which has its own problems with deadly predators and all that. While the Central Peat Bog isn’t much better and has its own dangers with quicksand, we should still be able to cross as long as we’re careful about where we step. Meet me there at 1:00. Huítóu jiàn!”
You make it back to your room and pack up everything you’d need for this trip, including your camera, a GPS tool, and antitoxins for any possible snake bites. You look at yourself in the mirror one more time. You appear confident that this expedition will go well for you and Tabitha, but inside, you fear that anything could go wrong on this trip, but you won’t know until you take the first step. You finally walk out to meet with Tabitha.
You arrive at the Central Peat Bogs at precisely 1:00 PM and see Tabitha standing ankle-deep in the dark grey peat. When you and Tabitha were here yesterday, the rainwater from the monsoon raised the peat levels up to chest-level height and made it extremely hard to walk in the region. With the rainwater dried out, the peat level returned to its original level. As you look at the vast field of peat ahead of you, you can see it bubbling and even hear it make squelching noises as trapped air pockets escape from its depths towards the surface. You see Tabitha walk closer to you as you walk down a slope and into the peat. The peat making wet sucking noises as you and Tabitha both step into it.
Tabitha: “Chūsè de, you made it! Well, here is our way into the Eastern Great Swamp. Like I said during our tour, this peat stretches on forever, we’ll probably be wading through this muck for a long while before we set foot on any dry, stable ground.”
You: “Should I be concerned?”
Tabitha: “Well, in my opinion, walking through this peat won’t be a real problem. It’s the soft bottomless spots hidden within the peat that’re going to be the problem. I don’t have a rope with me, so if we step in one of these bogs, it’ll be all over for one or both of us. There is also no rescue party here with us, so we have to be careful about where we walk.”
You: “Do you know of a safe route we could walk through?”
Tabitha: “As far as I know, there is no safe route. If there was one, I would not know where it is or how to navigate it. Once we step in this stuff, we’re essentially making a leap of faith.”
You: “You don’t seem too bothered about the possibility that you could die if you accidentally step in one of these quicksand bogs.”
Tabitha: “Oh, I’m fine! Miranda told me one of the biggest workplace hazards I’d possibly face is sinking and drowning in quicksand when I got this job. However, I learned how to deal with quicksand from my previous experience, so I should be able to manage wading through this sucking peat field. Oh, yes, since we’re going to be wading through this morass for a couple hours, I’m going to need to take off my clothes for this.”
You then see Tabitha remove her top and throw it onto the dry land behind you. Her 36F tits flopping out into the air.
You: “Um…, do you need some privacy?”
Tabitha: “That’s okay, I’m not shy! Besides, you didn’t have a problem seeing me naked when we were in the spa the other day.”
You: “Yeah, that’s a good point.”
Tabitha then removes her shoes, socks, and finally, her loose khaki shorts and throws them all onto the spot next to her top. You get a full view of her naked body once again, including her pink slit between her legs and her black pubic hair above it.
Tabitha: “Millie showed me this when she trained me. After all the times I sank in quicksand, I’m leaving my clothes back here before we try to cross this stuff this time.”
While she’s talking, you pull out the GPS tracker and plug it into the USB-C port on your phone. When you look at your screen, you are baffled to see that there is no signal and you can’t see any immediate location in front of you on the map.
You: “Weird, this place doesn’t even show up on GPS. Do you know why this is happening?”
Tabitha: “I do not, really. We don’t really know why this place is in a virtual deadzone. The only way we can even tell how far this peat bog stretches before we reach the other side is if we actually wade into the muck and hope we find solid land soon. And this place is bathed in a permanent fog, so our ability to see what’s in front of us will be greatly limited.”
Not knowing what else to say, you put your GPS tracker and your phone away in a secure, waterproof pocket.
Tabitha: “Well, you ready?”
You: “Yep, I’m ready.”
Tabitha: “Then here we go!”
Tabitha walks ahead and wades into the deep peat and you follow closely behind her. You both sink up to your shins into the quagmire as you and Tabitha move farther away from the safe area. You can’t help but look down at her bare ass as she shuffles through the muck. Enjoying the way it sways as her hips move. After about five minutes of moving through the mire, you both feel yourselves sink over your thighs and the peat touch your crotch areas. Both your movements are slowed by the resistance of the deep peat
You hear the peat make bubbling, squelching, and slurping sounds even more as both or your movements churn the air pockets trapped underneath and make them escape towards the surface. You start sinking more into the peat as you move further away from the shore. You look ahead at Tabitha and see that her ass is also disappearing halfway into the muck. Still, after 15 minutes of wading, you still cannot see any land ahead that looks like it’s part of the Eastern Great Swamp.
Tabitha keeps moving forward after sinking up to her waist in the peat. She shivers as she feels the peat caress her nethers while she moves. She starts moving slower and slower through the peat until she could feel herself get stuck in place and no longer feel any solid ground beneath her feet. She silently mouths “Uh Oh” to herself once she realizes what she walked into. She shifts her body around in the mud in an attempt to warn you about the bottomless bog she just walked in.
Tabitha: “WAIT, STOP!”
Unfortunately, you were too late to react and after a couple more steps, you plunge into the same sinkhole that she’s in. You struggle to move out of the bog, but you are unable to move anywhere except straight down.
You: “URRGH, I’m stuck! I can’t move!”
Tabitha: “Neither can I! I’m sorry, I tried to warn you in time! And I don’t have a rope so there’s no way either of us is going to pull the other out. Not that it would do us any good anyway. These dead trees are too far away for us to grab or even to wrap a rope around in the first place.”
You: “How are going to get out then?!”
Tabitha has a forlorn look on her face as she gives you the bad news.
Tabitha: “We can’t. I told you this would possibly happen if we try to cross the Central Peat Bogs, and you did understand the risk when you signed that waiver I gave you.”
You: “Looks like it’s game over then, right?”
Tabitha: “I’m afraid so. The least I could do is give you a lecture on what it actually feels like to sink in quicksand while we sink to our death. Would that be fine?”
You: “Yeah, I guess I’d like that.”
As you both sink up to your ribs in the peat and Tabitha begins talking about the feeling of sinking in quicksand, there is a thought that crosses your mind as you share your last moment with Tabitha together.
You: “Oh, Tabitha?”
Tabitha: “Yeah?”
You: “As we’re going to drown in this peat soon, there’s been something I wanted to say to you for a while.”
Tabitha: “Oh, what’s that?”
You: “I think you’re quite pretty, and you’ve been the most wonderful person I’ve ever spent time with. I’ve had fun going on this adventure in the swamp with you.”
Tabitha: “Aww, thank you! It’s a little too late to ask me out on a date though.”
You: “Yeah, but it’s just something I wanted to get off my chest.”
As you watch Tabitha sink and see her breasts settle on the peat, another thought crosses your mind.
You: “There’s also something else I want to ask.”
Tabitha: “Okay?”
You: “May I…uh…touch your tits?”
Tabitha blushes at your bold question but comes up with a surprisingly straight answer.
Tabitha: “Well…I guess since we’re both going to die, and you’ve been so good and kind to me the entire time we’re together, I’ll let you touch them. You’ve earned it! As long as it’s between us.”
With her permission granted, you waste no time placing your hands on her bare tits. They feel just as soft as they are natural, and you fondle and knead them every which way while they submerge into the peat. You even glide your thumbs over her nipples, feeling them get perky with your touch. You think that she probably likes being touched there. Tabitha speaks her lecture while you continue playing with her breasts.
Tabitha: “Since we’re more than halfway under this bog, I think we’ll skip to what effect quicksand will have on your chest area. As quicksand is thicker than water on the surface, it’s going to apply more pressure on your chest as you sink, which makes it harder to breathe. It’ll be the equivalent of diving at least 50 feet underwater.”
You sink past your chest and the peat starts climbing up your shoulders. Meanwhile, Tabitha appears to be sinking faster than you despite not wearing any clothes and is almost up to her shoulders in the peat. You look down on her face as if she’s shorter than you. Both yours and Tabitha’s arms are fully submerged, seeing no point in reaching for any lifeline you both know isn’t there. Despite that, you keep kneading her boobs under the muck.
Tabitha: “If you’re waiting to be rescued, it’s beneficial to take deep breaths and not panic so you don’t pass out when your chest is fully under. It’ll also allow you to keep more air in your lungs so you can keep screaming for help.”
At this point, Tabitha is already past her shoulders and the peat starts climbing up her neck while you have sunk just halfway up your own shoulders. You know it won’t be long before it fully swallows her neck and starts going up her jaw. You both start breathing harder as the pressure of the peat press against your submerged chest areas. Tabitha takes some quick breaks to breathe deeply while continuing her lecture.
Tabitha: “Now that…the peat levels are…at our necks,…the pressure…will close around…our airways…and make breathing…ever harder. At this point,…it’ll be time to…prepare to hold…your breath.”
You see the peat kiss the bottom of her jaw and climb over her mouth while your shoulders fully submerge into the peat. You hear Tabitha’s voice become wet and bubbly as the peat smothers her mouth. Bubbles form and pop in front of your face while Tabitha continues talking into the muck.
Tabitha: “When the quicksand raises over yoblbur moblublbth, iblt wblibl fublubblely sblubble iblt ablndl prbleebveblub burble blubble blub blibbliblbl blubble blub burble…”
You can now barely hear Tabitha’s words past her gurgling as the peat fully smothers her mouth. Her air bubbles pop right up against your face, spraying flecks of peat onto you. Tabitha made no attempt to take a deep breath before her nose fully goes under and her voice is reduced to indecipherable bubbling in the peat. All you can see that’s left of her face are her eyes and her forehead while her long hair spreads along the surface and prepare to slip under the peat with the rest of her. You still fondle her soft boobs under the muck.
Tabitha: “Burble blibblub glublib glubble bllrrb gluggurgle blib blub blupple…”
While the quagmire sucks your neck down, you see it climb over Tabitha’s eyes and then swallow her forehead. You see the very top of her head fully go under and her hair getting sucked into the depression Tabitha made while sinking. You mentally prepare to take a deep breath as the peat touches the bottom of your jaw. You can still hear Tabitha’s voice bubbling in the depths of the peat and can still feel her breasts as you knead them. You instinctively tilt your head upward as the peat starts swallowing your face. As you see the peat smother your ears and rise up over your vision, you close your eyes tight and take your final deep breath before it fully closes over you. The only trace left of you and Tabitha remaining are Tabitha’s air bubbles bursting on the surface.
You are no longer able to see once you’re fully submerged under the peat with Tabitha, but you can still barely hear her bubbly talking past the sounds of the squishy peat flowing around you and your own heartbeat reverberating in the depths. You can also still feel her soft tits in your hands. As you mentally prepare for death, you wonder if your editorial ever got promoted to the front page of the paper and if it ever played any role in increasing The Great Swamp’s exposure to more and more readers. But you’ll never get to see the results for yourself. You’ll also never get the chance to hear feedback from your peers or if you’ll get a promotion to a more lucrative position.
But you don’t have any more time to reflect as you can feel your lungs start aching, and your chest starts heaving to force you to breathe. You wonder what the point was of holding your breath if no one is coming to rescue you and Tabitha, but you try to hold out much longer to spend more of your last moments together with her. You don’t know when she finally succumbed as you no longer hear her voice, but you are still within arm’s reach of her as you can still feel her breasts. You know you’ll follow her shortly. Eventually, you can no longer continue as you are finally forced to open your mouth and breathe in.
You feel the foul-tasting peat flood into your mouth and down your esophagus. You feel your lungs fill more and more with fluid while your air is pushed out of your mouth and rises to the surface of the bog. Eventually, your respiratory system is completely clogged with peat and you feel your senses start fading. The sounds of the depths fade out as your hearing shuts down. You lose your sense of taste in your mouth. You lose all feeling in your body. Finally, your vision tunnels despite being already virtually blind. Soon, you and Tabitha become one with your muddy tomb. The surface of the peat bubbles with your last breath before finally ceasing and becoming still once more.
The End