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Long Term Nudity Project

By: zoejoey



Zoe Aames returned home to find her mother in tears.

"Oh baby," she sobbed. "I'm so sorry."

"Mom, Mom, what is it? What's the matter?"

Sandy Aames turned and directed her eyes towards the opened letter on the kitchen table. Zoe was dumfounded as to what could be so bad to make her mother cry like this and apologise to her. Had someone died? Zoe's grandparents were long gone and neither of her parents had siblings, so no cousins, aunts or uncles. She'd seen her father and brother that morning, so if something had happened to them, it wasn't going to be in a letter.

Before Zoe could pick up the letter, her mother grabbed hold of her and hugged her tight.

"It's from the L.T.N.P. They're sending a representative to see us both."

"The L.T.N.P.? The nudity thing?" asked Zoe.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. She's due any moment."

"To do what?"

Zoe began to feel agitated. She'd heard rumours of these visitations. They were done short notice so as to not give anyone a chance to react. Or escape. Realising this could be it, brought tears to Zoe's eyes. "No! No, Mom, I don't want to. Don't let them do this."

"I'm sorry baby, there's nothing I can do."

The two women hugged even tighter than before. Zoe, a slender 18 year old with long brown hair, was still in her school uniform. The doorbell rang.

"Mom, don't answer it."

"I've got to sweetie. The consequences for not are..." She shook her head in a far from positive way.

Mrs Aames headed for the door and opened it to find a completely naked woman standing there, holding a briefcase. She was attired in only a tie and shirt collar. And of course, the obligatory tail.

Zoe watched as her mother let this nude woman into their house. She was beautiful, about 5'6", early to mid thirties, long black hair tied up in a beautifully quaffed arrangement.

"Hello, Mrs. Aames? And you must be Zoe. I'm Miss Green. It's nice to meet you." She held out her hand to shake and then walked over to Zoe and offered her her hand too. "Please don't be afraid. I don't bite." Her sparkling blue eyes, deep as the oceans, qualified her words, letting Zoe know she spoke only the truth.

Zoe took the hand of the nude woman and couldn't help it when her eyes scanned down the body before her. Miss Green had large breasts, totally natural and a far cry from the tiny AA cup bee stings Zoe had. And they were punctuated by two of the largest bright pink areola she had ever seen. Then between her legs was the mass of dark pubic hair. All on display for anyone to see.

Miss Green didn't seem in the least bit perturbed about being ogled in all her glory by the teenage girl. Around her neck she wore a white shirt collar and had on a black tie that was short enough to come to a stop right between her breasts.

When Miss Green turned back to Zoe's mother, Zoe caught sight of the tail. A proud looking thing shaped like a reverse question mark, emanating from the woman's bum, rising to waist height before spraying backwards away from her body.

Zoe dreaded what she feared was to come for her and her mother. After all, the visit could only be about one thing.

"Please will you have a seat Mrs. Aames? You too Zoe."

The three women sat down around the breakfast table. Miss Green lifted her briefcase onto the table and clicked it open, pulling out a thin blue folder. She shut the briefcase and placed it at her feet. "That's for later," she said.

Zoe and Sandy Aames sat on the edge of their respective seats, biting their lips and holding hands under the table, terrified of the moments ahead. Miss Green sat up straight, got her documents in order, clicked her pen and took in a deep breath.

"Okay, um... I can see you're both nervous, so shall we just get stuck in?"

Mrs. Aames faintly nodded as Zoe wiped away a tear trickle with her free hand.

"I'm afraid it is what you think it is."

"Oh my God!" burst Mrs. Aames. Zoe immediately shook with fear and started sobbing. "No, please, please, I'll do anything, please. Just don't make my daughter do it too."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Aames. The documents I have here are for both of you."

Zoe turned to her mother for comfort. She was crying her little heart out.

"Zoe, I know this is very, very hard right now," said Miss Green. "But I assure you it gets better. And it gets better quickly too."

"Noooo!" Zoe balled into her mother's embrace.

"Zoe, Mrs. Aames. I was like you too. Once. A naked woman came to our door, dressed as I am now, carrying a briefcase and wearing a tail and I cried my eyes out. I cried so much, you couldn't even see my eyeballs anymore, my eyelids were so red and puffy and closed up. But here I am, more than two years later, doing this for a living. My term was up over a year ago. I choose to be this way now, because my year of forced nudity gave me confidence and strength and courage to do anything. I face the world and nothing phases me. I go out naked everyday, proudly. I wear my tail and my collar and I defy anyone to say something. But you know what, they don't, because they know I'm not one for messing with."

"I can't do it, Mom, please, do something."

"Oh baby, what can I do? I'm helpless here."

"Yes," said Miss Green. "Right now, you are both helpless. But your initiation into this scheme is going to end that. You're not going to be helpless, you're going to be strong. Going out into the world naked is going to make you strong and everyone knows it. I can walk naked into a bar at night, a bar filled with horny young boys, I walk in and they go silent. I have power over them. They don't dare step out of line in my presence because they know the consequences if they do. They know that with one call, I can have them taken away, stripped and paraded naked through town, just for making a rude remark. I assure you Zoe, in a very short time, you will see this for yourself and you will come to adore the sense of 'can do' it instils in you. Men crumble at your feet. Women gasp as you go by. The women of the L.T.N.P. command respect and that's something you already know to be true."

Zoe's crying had subsided a little. She had listened to every word Miss Green had spoken and even though she remained scared to death of what was about to happen, she had been given a small glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel.

"Miss Green? Is there nothing I can do to protect my daughter from this?"

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Aames, but you know there's not. And please, I'd like you both to call me Eva. We are all in this together, after all."

"Eva Green? Like the actress?"

"Yes," she chuckled. "Just like the actress, though I'm not French. Don't speak a word of it except for Bonjour and Merci!"

"You look a bit like her too."

"Well, thank you. I don't know her films all that well, she takes her clothes off a little too much for my liking."

Zoe finally lifted her head from her mother's chest and was about to say something when she noticed the wry look in Miss Green's eyes.

Miss Green smiled. "Icebreaker! Put you at ease!"

Zoe actually managed to giggle, despite her obvious discomfort at the situation.

"Okay, let's see what it says here," Miss Green scanned down the first loose page inside the opened folder. Sandra Denise Aames, age 45, date of birth February 9."

"Yes," Sandy Aames nodded as Miss Green turned to the next sheet in the folder.

"And Zoe Joey Aames, age 18, date of birth September 27?"

"That's me," said Zoe, feeling totally dejected.

"Okay um, what I have here are documents for you each to sign, agreeing to be enrolled in the Long Term Nudity Project for a duration of twelve months from today."

"And what if we don't sign?"

"Please Mrs. Aames, don't even joke about something like that because I don't want to sound like the bad guy. But there would be consequences for not agreeing and you would still end up being naked for the duration of the term, only your life would be a lot worse."

"How could it possibly get any worse?" asked Zoe.

"Well Zoe, if you must know, you'll see that there are two rather beefy gentlemen sat in the van outside. I could bring them into the house with me, but it's something I much prefer not to do. I feel I'm doing my job right if you never have to meet them. But they are there. Harold, he's 6'4", weighs about twenty stone and doesn't have a sense of humour. Then there's Ray. He's 6'2", used to be an orderly on a mental ward, he's been stabbed by all manner of objects over the years and lived to tell the tale. He likes Carpenters music. He's a big softy really."

Miss Green reached out across the table to take hold of Zoe's hand. "But Zoe, if I have to call them in here, they WILL strip you both naked, they will CUFF your hands behind your back, LEAD you out into the street and WALK you through town to the L.T.N.P. office where you will be reclassified as state sanctioned prostitutes and you will serve out your year servicing between five and ten men a day, in prisons around the country, while of course remaining naked throughout. I URGE you Zoe, not to go down that road. I've seen it before, I've arranged it before. And it saddens me every time because I know what those poor women go through. And at the end of the year, far from being confident, strong women, they are complete emotional wrecks and their bodies have been used to exhaustion and beyond. Please Zoe, please, don't go there."

Mrs. Aames looked her daughter in the eye, both of them had the same distant looking pale grey eyes. "Sweetheart, we have no choice, we have to sign."

Zoe gave her mother a little nod. It was the only way.

Miss Green slid the two sheets of paper across the table to Zoe and her mother and handed Mrs. Aames the pen to sign.

Sandy looked at the document and Miss Green's finger which pointed at the signature line. Then reluctantly, but without option, signed her name and with it, her right to wear clothing for the next year.

She passed the pen to her daughter and pointed out the signature line as Miss Green had done for her. Another tear dripped from Zoe's eye and landed on the page. Her eyes welled up and she had difficulty seeing the line. She just couldn't help thinking of the alternative, being a naked state sanctioned prostitute servicing criminals up and down the country. She wiped away her tears and saw that she too had signed away her right to wear clothes for the next year of her life. So that was it. All that remained was to get naked.

Miss Green checked the signatures and tucked the documents away in her folder and clicked her pen closed and left it sitting on top of the blue folder. She clasped her hands and looked at the two women, expectantly but without explicitly directing them to the next step.

"So how do we do this?" asked Mrs. Aames. "What happens now? Do we hear from you once the paperwork has been filed?"

"I think you know what happens next, Mrs. Aames."

"You mean..."

Miss Green nodded her head and Sandy Aames turned to Zoe as she rose from the chair and helped her daughter to her feet.

Mrs. Aames was a good looking woman, an inch or two over five foot, an average body for a woman of her age that had birthed two children the natural way. Her breasts were medium sized with modest, but not unattractive sag and as her daughter and Miss Green would soon discover, her nipples still pointed north and not south to the equator.

She had on one of her favourite dresses, a charcoal grey shirt skirt, that she accessorised with a silver necklace and a loose fitting jewel belt that matched her wavy brown hair. Her daughter, on the other hand, hadn't even had time to change out of her school uniform and would now not even get the chance to. The clothes she was wearing now were the last she would feel on her skin for a very long time.

Mrs. Aames slipped the necklace over her head and placed it on the kitchen table. She next removed her belt and placed that alongside.

"Do I have to remove my earrings Miss Green?

"No Mrs. Aames. And please, it's Eva remember."

"Yes of course. Eva. Thank you. Call me Sandy."

"I'll do that Sandy." Miss Green turned to look at Zoe who was just standing there like a lamp post, not moving, not even attempting to move.

"Come on Zoe dear. Start undressing."

Zoe just felt dazed. She couldn't believe any of this was happening. Just a half hour ago she had been with her friends in school, chatting away merrily as they walked out of the main gate and left the school premises. And now this? Shock and disbelief didn't begin to describe it. Then she realised; she was going to have to go to school tomorrow in the nude. No, she couldn't. She just couldn't. She'd do the other thing, she'd be a prostitute.

"I can't do this Mom. I can't go to school naked in front of my friends. I'll be the only one."

Miss Green immediately spoke up. "That's not true Zoe. At this very moment, I have colleagues visiting the homes of four of your classmates. They are being enrolled in the scheme as we speak and they will be going to school tomorrow dressed the same as you. And in a few weeks, you'll be joined by a few more and one of your teachers too."

Zoe began to cry again. "Please," she begged.

Mrs. Aames put her arms around her daughter and turned to Miss Green. "Could you give us a moment please?"

"Of course." Miss Green stood and excused herself, stepping back to look out of the window at the street.

"Baby, I know this is hard, believe me I do. It's not any easier for me than it is for you. Just thinking about going to work tomorrow at the office, walking through the building, being the only one who is nude. And with a tail as well. It's so humiliating. But we don't have any option my love. And I will not let you become a state sanctioned prostitute. So we're going to do this, we're going to get naked, you and me, here and now, we'll undress together and we'll take it one step at a time, with each other for support. What do you say? Because if you don't, they'll take you. And they're not taking you anywhere without me. And baby, I really don't want to be a prostitute. Can you do it my love, for me, for your old Mom?"

Zoe squeezed her mother tight and after wiping the tears from her eyes, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek, which led her mother to reciprocate and then another and another and they just kept kissing each other and rubbing each other's shoulders, for encouragement.

"I love you Mom."

"Oh, I love you Zoe, my beautiful little girl, I love you with all my heart."

Mrs. Aames thanked Miss Green with a single look, for allowing them this moment. Then Miss Green returned to her seat and watched while mother and daughter attempted to undress in front of her.

Zoe was maybe two inches taller than her mother, but very slender. She had a flat stomach that, unfortunately for her, continued up into her chest. Her light brown hair was long and straight and ran all the way down to the small of her back. As she stood there in her dark grey pleated skirt and her light grey v neck jumper, her pale blue blouse and red tie, her white stockings and black shoes, she trembled. Then, mustering courage from somewhere, she slowly brought her hands up to her tie, loosening it at first from under her collar, then pulled it apart and slid it out through one side of her collar. She placed it on the back of her chair.

Mrs. Aames smiled at her daughter, even though the butterflies were doing cartwheels in the pit of her own stomach. She continued to unbutton her own dress down the front, exposing her white bra.

Zoe kicked off her shoes next and not knowing where to go from there, what to remove, she thought about how embarrassing it was going to be to be stood there in just her underwear, then having to bend over to pull her panties down her legs. So without conscious effort, her thumbs found her way into the waistband of her panties next and she pulled them down her thighs, then clenched her knees together to let them slide down to the floor where she was able to step out of them, avoiding any potential embarrassment that may have caused.

Mrs. Aames had undone all the buttons to her hips and thought of just shrugging the dress off her shoulder but then just kept unbuttoning all the way down to the hem of her dress, just below her knees.

Zoe continued to undress by rolling her white, knee high stockings down to her ankles, then slipped them over her heels one by one. As her knees bent for her to reach her feet, her legs parted and she felt the cooler air on her crotch. She was just going to have to get used to that - and more.

With her grey shirt skirt completely parted down the centre and her white bra and panties exposed, Sandy Aames let the dress fall from her shoulders. She folded it in quarters and let it drape over the back of her chair. Both women remained silent, both looking in any direction except at someone.

Miss Green let her eyes dart between Zoe and Sandy. She was getting wet just watching it. It was part of the reason she had volunteered to remain nude and join the L.T.N.P. - she was a lesbian and there was no greater thrill for her than watching unsuspecting women forcibly stripped, especially when it was members of the same family. She knew her nipples had hardened the moment she caught sight of the vulnerable Zoe in her adorable little school uniform, but there was little she could do about it. She only knew, that she had plenty of masturbation material for the next few days and the women weren't even naked yet.

Zoe lifted her school jumper over her head and placed it on the chair. She only had her blouse and skirt and then her bra left to remove and as she stood there as composed as she could be given the circumstances, she tried to calculate what order to remove these last three items.

Should it be blouse then bra, exposing her little boobies, leaving her skirt for last and the grand reveal of her bush? Or blouse then skirt, leaving her tiny tits for last? What if she took off her skirt first? With a bit of luck, the tails of her blouse ought to keep her pussy covered, but then she'd have to remove her blouse and her boobs would still be last. It was no easy choice, but something inside made her feel greater embarrassment over the small size of her titties than her bush, which, on appearance was hardly any different to any other woman's bush. It was dense with a healthy covering of light brown short hairs, straight and clean looking. So she unfastened her skirt, undid the zip and let it fall to the floor. She lifted it with her toes and caught hold of it, making sure to keep her blouse pressed firmly down to keep herself covered.

There was nothing Miss Green would have liked more in that one moment alone, watching a blushing schoolgirl try to protect the last vestiges of her modesty, than to thrust three fingers into her own pussy and strum across her clit with her thumb. But that was simply out of the question, getting off at the sight of two women's shared embarrassment.

Mrs. Aames stood in just her bra and panties having waited until then to remove her shoes and tights. Zoe stood in just her pale blue school blouse, her bra underneath. They each had two items left to remove and an extraordinary thing occurred to both mother and daughter in that moment.

As Mrs. Aames looked at her daughter's blouse, she could see that her nipples were protruding from her chest quite prominently. Even the bra she wore underneath was unable to contain her daughter's nipples. They were standing out on stalks.

Zoe looked into her mother's eyes for the first time since they had started to undress and saw that her mother's private parts, showed clearly through her underwear. The dark silhouette of her bush, the contrast of her areola showing through the white bra and the fact that her mother's nipples too, seemed just as long as her own. If either woman had thought to turn to Miss Green, they would have seen that there wasn't a soft nipple in the house.


Long Term Nudity Project 2035



Hi folks, Zoe here. I recently submitted a story in Exhibitionist/Voyeur called the 'Long Term Nudity Project' right here on Lit and I haven't yet decided whether I will continue with it. However, the scenario has opened my eyes to other interesting possibilities that I would like to explore a little before I make my final decision on continuing with the ladies of the L.T.N.P.

So for the time being, this is a short, standalone story depicting what the L.T.N.P. might be like in 20 years... (HINT - it's not meant to be taken seriously!)

***

The year 2035, the place Wales. (That's the bit that England is tagged onto!)

The Long Term Nudity Project had been a complete success. Millions of British women had spent a whole year of their life completely nude. And these women who had graduated from that scheme had found the experience to be overwhelmingly positive. Forced public nudity worked.

Proof. We'd had three consecutive female Prime Ministers, all of whom were graduates of the L.T.N.P. Leaders of every political party were female. Seventy-five percent of business leaders were women. Women earned on average twenty-five percent more than their male counterparts. Women were awesome, no matter what field they chose to participate in, they excelled. And it was all down to the L.T.N.P.

It may have had a less than inauspicious start, thriving on the climate of fear it created due, in no small measure, to militant feminists. However, the ladies that underwent the year of forced nudity under threat of state sanctioned prostitution if they refused, were much more confident, well respected and far more powerful than the militant nuts who had caused their predicament in the first place.

Being nude, wearing the collar and tie - and of course, the now infamous tail, became the greatest privilege that could be bestowed upon a woman in Britain. Female tourists flocked from all around the globe to catch sight of these brave women, going about their business, nude in public, hoping that a little bit of their total awesomeness might rub off on them.

Postcards of women wearing their collar and short tie, confidently thrusting out their bottoms to show off their tails, had replaced the more mundane postcards of the past featuring the London Beefeaters, red telephone boxes and double decker buses. The ladies of the L.T.N.P. had become the new symbol of greatness, putting the great back into Great Britain.

Britain's allies around the world wouldn't dare make a move without first getting the approval of the British Prime Minister, because her word was awesome. Indeed, statues of these great prime ministers littered the land. Every town in the country was proud to have a statue of these awesome ladies in their full nude glory on display in prime locations, at shopping malls, in town halls, sports stadia and the like.

But not everything was tickety-boo in this great land. The one percent rule. It was the Second Amendment to the Declaration of Female Empowerment. It was set in stone, inviolable, couldn't be repealed or updated for modern times, or so proponents insisted. It stated quite clearly that at any given time, one percent of the female population should be nude.

And that led to jealousy between the haves and the have nots. Unlike the early days when women cried in fear of being chosen, now they cried in sadness when they weren't chosen.

But the thing about being the leader of the most powerful nation on the planet was that she had the courage to stand up and say, "The second amendment is outdated, it doesn't work anymore and by gum, I'm going to do something about it, I'm going to repeal it. I'm just that awesome!"

And she did, replacing it with a fairer system that worked for everyone. The one percent rule was retained, but the twelve month duration was slashed to one day. And there was no limit on the number of times a woman could be selected to participate. All women between the ages of 18 and 100 were now automatically registered for the scheme.

But women were also allowed to opt out as well, if they didn't feel comfortable being naked in public, they simply had to write to the Office of Nudity Exemptions Department (O.N.E.D.) of the L.T.N.P. and say they didn't want to be included. After three years of being open and not having received a single request for exemption, O.N.E.D. was finally closed down with the loss of all jobs - Sheila found new work as the spokesperson for a car insurance company aimed specifically at female drivers.

But enough of that, let's get on with the story.

Frankie Aames sat in her school assembly, dressed in her uniform like every other girl there present. It consisted of a navy blue sleeveless dress that buttoned on each shoulder, a long sleeved white shirt, white stockings, black shoes and a royal blue tie. All the girls sat in the front rows of the assembly hall while the boys were segregated to the back.

She had a smile on her face as she chatted with her friends as she waited for the assembly to begin. The Headmistress came on stage in front of them and the hall went quiet.

"Good morning ladies."

"Good morning Headmistress," they all replied.

She made a cursory glance at the boys at the back and then went back to speaking. It was Monday morning.

"Okay ladies, first order of the day is the change over. I can see you're all excited, so let's not waste any more time, shall we? Let's welcome Maud Finley to the stage."

Maud was in Frankie's class, the upper sixth and final year of school. She had been blessed with the coveted weekend nomination. Each weekday, one girl was chosen out of a hat containing all eligible 18 year old girls. She would have to strip naked on stage in front of the rest of the sixth form and put on the collar, tie and tail, symbols of the L.T.N.P. and spend the day naked at school. At the end of the school day, she had to walk home naked and remain that way until she returned to school the following day, when she would pick the next name out of the hat.

Being a Friday, there was no school on Saturday or Sunday, so one lucky girl a week would get to spend the whole weekend naked. Last week, that lucky girl had been Maud, a total hottie with cascading brown locks, B cup breasts and a landing strip pussy. In addition to being selected for the scheme, these girls were in for a number of special treats, not least of which was a spell in the school orgasmatron device at the end of the day, as well as her picture taken for posterity and posted on the school website.

Frankie and the other girls cheered as the naked Maud made her way up the steps and onto the stage before them. They sat eagerly on the edge of their seats, crossing their fingers and hoping the next girl selected would be them.

Oh, to finally be nude. It had been Francesca Aames' lifelong dream, she had grown up listening to her mother Zoe fill her mind with stories of the year she had spent nude at the same age her daughter was now. Even Frankie's grandmother Sandy had got to spend the year naked with her daughter. They were so lucky. Frankie fantasized nightly about being nude for an entire year of school like her mother had been. She'd given herself myriad of orgasms that way.

"Maud, if you please," said the Headmistress, presenting her with the hat.

Maud placed her fingers into the hat and shuffled around the pieces of paper contained within. There were almost a hundred girls in the upper sixth and Frankie had felt left out the whole year long as her 18th birthday hadn't been until this last weekend, the second day of June.

All of the other girls in the year, except for herself and two others who had not yet turned 18 had been selected, most of them more than once. At the start of the school year, one lucky girl had even got to be naked every day for three weeks as no one else had a birthday until the end of September.

Today was the first day that Frankie's name had been added to the hat.

"Please God, please God, please God, let it be me," she prayed under her breath.

Maud pulled out the piece of paper and opened it up. "Oh my God," she squealed. "Frankie! It's you babe!"

The whole compliment of young ladies cheered as Frankie just sat there on her seat, unsure of whether her name had really been called or whether she was just hearing things. The girls around began to stand up and turn towards Frankie, all smiling and clapping. This must have been what it was like to win an Oscar. But at least she was sure now that she had heard right.

"Come on Frankie girl, get up here! It's you! And on your first try, wow!"

By now, there wasn't a girl still seated. They were all stood applauding. With a blush coming to her face, Francesca 'Frankie' Aames stood and hurried over to the steps at the end of the stage, climbing them and walking up to Maud who was waiting for her with a big hug. She gave Frankie a kiss and presented her with the piece of paper with her name on it. Frankie looked down and saw that it really did say her name.

Frankie looked up at the Headmistress who offered her a contented smile, which Frankie reciprocated. She'd never felt such joy in her life. To be chosen, first time out, to have to strip naked in front of the entire sixth form and a smattering of staff. Oh, the bliss. She glanced at Maud's bottom, watching the tail, that she knew, in just a few minutes was gong to be up her own bum.

"You know what to do Frankie!" screamed one of her friends in the second row. "Take it all off!"

Frankie smiled and began to giggle, the heady delight finally catching up to her. This was the moment she'd been waiting for.

Stood looking at nearly 400 students, half male, half female, all of them looking back at her, she felt for the button on her right shoulder and undid it, the material falling off her shoulder straight away. She lifted her other hand to unbutton the other side and her navy dress fell to the stage floor. She stepped out of it and kicked her dress to one side.

Next she felt for her tie. It was a clip on and she just tugged it away from her collar. The number of times she had asked her mother to retell the story of her own first time, how she had been afraid of exposing her tiny AA cup boobies, she had opted to take down her panties after removing her tie and left her bra and shirt until last. Frankie had salivated every time she heard it.

And in tribute to her brave mother, Frankie opted to tug down her own panties and feel the air between her crotch. Already she could feel wetness there. Feeling for her collar, she undid her top button and then proceeded to work her way down her shirt, the moment her pussy came into view, there were more cheers. She slipped the shirt off her back and dropped it on top of her dress, giving everyone an uninterrupted view of her hairless kitty.

"You're beautiful babe," another girl yelled, making Frankie smile.

She had a front opening bra and she wasted absolutely no time pulling it apart to reveal her own A cups, bright red nipples that were already out on stalks, her tight areola raised and inflamed too. The sooner she had it all on display the happier she was going to be.

Maud had removed the tail and was washing it clean in the bowl of hot, soapy water that sat on the desk centre stage.

Frankie stood there, exposed for the first time to all of her peers. And it was the most wonderful moment of her life. She swung her arms at her sides, completely forgetting that she hadn't finished undressing. She was still in her thigh length white stockings and shoes.

"Frankie..." the Headmistress pointed to her legs.

"Oops! My bad!"

Frankie had her shoes off and stockings down in a heartbeat and when she realised that she was standing there as naked as the day she was born in front of at least 350 people who had never seen any of it before, she giggled and did a spin and a quick bounce up and down for everyone.

Biting her lip, she turned to find the Headmistress handing her a crisp white collar. She buttoned it right away. Then the Headmistress stood next to her, holding the short blue tie in one hand and clipped it onto Frankie's shirt collar, so the bottom of it came to rest exactly in line with her nipples. She patted it and smiled proudly.

Frankie looked into the Headmistress' eyes and spoke, "Thanks Mum."

"You're welcome sweetie. I'm so proud of you."

The two women hugged briefly, then Frankie turned to look for the tail.

"Not so fast young lady. You haven't had your spanking yet."

The spanking! It had completely slipped her mind. Of course, how could she be so stupid? Getting carried away and forgetting all about her chance to go for glory.

Every day, Frankie had watched one of her peers strip naked on stage and get a spanking with a cane, before she could be allowed to wear the tail. Every spank endured bought the lucky girl one minute in the orgasmatron at the end of the day. So far, the record was nine. Susie Brown had set the record back in May, taking it from the previous champ, Mitsy Lemon, who had held the record of seven swats since late October.

Watching Susie almost explode on the orgasmatron after her marathon nine minutes on the device had made Frankie determined to be the first to take ten. The swats were hard and they stung and they made all the girls cry. Most took two or three before calling time. But Frankie had waited so long, she wanted it all.

Her mother, the Headmistress, Zoe Aames, led her daughter to the table where Maud had been washing the tail and made her bend over it, placing her arms across it so that her stomach lay flat on the table and her bottom pointed at the hall and 400 students.

"Miss Glass, if you please..."

The gym teacher bounded up the steps onto the stage and took the cane from the Headmistress.

"Want me to go easy on her?" joked Miss Glass, with a wink because it was the Head's daughter, knowing full well there wasn't a chance she was going to go easy on any student.

"See what she's made of Miss Glass!"

This was an exciting moment for everyone watching. It was an ordeal, it was a ritual, it hurt like hell, but it was a blast to be a spectator.

"Frankie, spread your legs a bit further apart please."

Frankie did as her gym teacher had asked. Miss Glass, along with about 50 of her fellow students had seen her naked in the showers after gym. But now Frankie was being asked, as all the girls who had turned 18 and taken their turn on stage before her had been asked, to spread her legs and show her most intimate part to the 200 girls and 200 boys of the entire sixth form.

God, she was dripping. She could just feel the faint trickles of her womanly juices running down the inside of her thighs. She lifted one arm so she could wipe between her legs before the spanking began. As her fingers grazed over her pussy lips, Frankie was amazed at just how full they felt. Taking up the position again, she ground her clit into the cold surface of the table. She was already on such a high, she could get to ten. Couldn't she?

SWAT!

"Owwww!" she howled, the instant throbbing felt throughout the cheeks of her bottom.

"Ready?" Miss Glass grinned and she had to back away and cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing. That had been the Headmistress' own suggestion to jump the gun and surprise her daughter. "Okay, that's one. Do you want two?"

Frankie grunted and whined.

"Was that a yes?"

"Yes."

"Then ask me nicely for it."

"Another one please Miss Gl..."

SWAT!

Before Frankie could even finish asking, she had been struck. "Owwwowowowwww!" she cried. There were now two burning red stripes on her backside.

"Do you want to make it three or stop there?"

Frankie wiped away her tears and spoke quietly. "Don't stop until you hit double figures."

"Ooh... a challenge." Miss Glass turned to the Headmistress who was intently watching her daughter's caning. "This little one thinks she's going all the way!"

She turned back to Frankie and lined the cane up on her bum, softly touching her tarnished skin, causing her to flinch at the light touch. SWAT!

"Arggghhhhh!" she screamed and literally began to sob, her shoulders shaking involuntarily at the pain.

"That's three. Want to call it a day?"

Frankie shook her head as her eyes welled and tears dripped onto the table.

"Then ask me nicely..."

"Plea..." SWAT! "Owowowowowowowow! Frankie stood up straight and bounced up and down on her tippy toes, rubbing the pain away from her backside.

"Bend over please."

Frankie reluctantly released her cheeks and slowly leant over the desk.

"Come on Frankie, you can do it!" yelled Clara, one of Frankie's best friends and one who had been nude twice.

"As I recall Clara Dawson," bellowed Miss Glass, "You managed a rather disappointing single your first time up. And you didn't fare much better second time around."

Clara blushed and fell silent. As Miss Glass turned and lined the cane up again, Clara yelled out, "You can do it!"

Miss Glass chuckled and gave Frankie a faint tap to let her know she was there.

"Please Miss Glass. I'd like another."

Frankie flinched but realised the swat had not come. She was just about to turn and see, when... SWAT!

"Owww!" she cried, although she was getting used to it now, the fire was already up and burning.

"That's bought you five minutes on the orgasmatron. I don't think you could handle six."

"Sorry Miss, but I've waited this long, I won't settle for anything less than ten."

Miss Glass let out a throaty laugh. "We'll see about that."

"Yes Miss, number six please."

"Right." The gym teacher slapped her own hand with the cane, checking to make sure it hadn't lost its stinging ability. Then without any further warning she struck Frankie again, SWAT, causing her to cry out some words.

"Seven please Miss."

Until May, seven had been the record. Even since then, only two girls in the whole year had taken that number. And both had had difficulty walking home afterwards having spent that many minutes on the orgasmatron last lesson of the day.

Miss Glass wasted no time in delivering the seventh blow. SWAT!

Again Frankie screamed, her whole face now wet with tears. She didn't know which was wetter, her face or her crotch. Standing once more to rub her bottom, she rubbed her thighs together too and became aware that her clit had popped out from under its hood of its own accord.

"You can do it! You can show her! Ten! Ten! Ten! Ten!" Clara began to chant and before she knew it, the other girls were chanting too.

"TEN! TEN! TEN!"

"Please Miss, can I have number eight, or does your hand need a rest?"

"Yeah!" the girls whooped and hollered, the Headmistress having to put her hand to her mouth to conceal the smile. Her daughter was fast becoming legend.

Miss Glass tightly squeezed her fist around the cane and gave Frankie's bum a couple of light taps to line it up. SWAT!

Frankie's stifled scream barely escaped through her clenched teeth. She was two away from immortality.

"Please Miss, I'd really like my tail now, could you hurry up please?"

That was borderline insolence and Miss Glass raised her shoulder higher than before in the hope of delivering more speed on impact. SWAT!

Frankie stood upright again. That one really stung and she hopped around on stage rubbing her throbbing tushy, her whole face contorted with pain and soaked with tears.

"There's no shame in nine Frankie. You've done well, you've equalled Susie Brown's score. Would you like me to stop?"

The pain was filling Frankie's veins and she felt a surge of power and adrenalin that was no way going to let her stop now. "Ten please Miss." She began to softly chant to herself, "Ten! Ten! Ten!"

The other girls joined in, as did the boys. "TEN! TEN! TEN!"

Then from the sides of the assembly hall, the teachers joined in too, knowing they were witnessing a moment in the school's history that was destined to be talked about for years. "TEN! TEN! TEN!"




Long Term Nudity Project 2035



Ten it was then. Miss Glass flexed her wrist which, truth be told, had begun to ache from that last swat. "Okay Frankie, here goes."

Miss Glass once again let the cane fall on Frankie's backside to line it up along the nine fiery red lines spread across both cheeks that were starting to spread into one conglomerated hodge podge. "On three. One... two... three." TAP!

She gently swatted Frankie with barely a touch at all.

"What? What just happened? Is that ten?"

Miss Glass smiled and nodded her head, holding out her hand to shake Frankie's.

The Headmistress spoke up, "It was decided years ago, that any student who took nine full force swats and asked for ten, would get a light swat as the last one. You are the first who has ever asked for a tenth. Congratulations sweetie... you did it!"

Frankie turned to the assembly hall and raised her right arm and punched the air in victory. Holophone cameras all around the hall snapped 3D moving images of Frankie's moment of greatness. They would be uploaded immediately to the holographic web for all to see.

Standing there in just her collar and tie, her rose red nipples, her hairless crotch, her victory sealed, Frankie beamed when, a now fully dressed, Maud presented her with her tail, all nice and clean and dried.

It was such an honour, holding the silver butt plug in her hands, feeling the hairs of the proud looking tail, there was only one thing left to do. Insert it.

Maud placed a chair to one side of Frankie as she raised one leg and placed her foot down on top of it, opening up her butt to accept the tail. Frankie pushed the thin looking tampon shaped missile into her rosebud and felt it automatically expand to fill her anal cavity. The protruding element ran its way up the centre of her bum parting and then soft flowing hairs fanned their way half way up her back before falling backwards to tickle and soothe the ruby red cheeks of her bum.

The transformation was complete and Frankie raised both arms in the air to mark the occasion. Collar, tie and tail. Finally, an L.T.N.P girl, just like her mother and grandmother before her.

"Okay girls, boys too, off to first class. Dismissed."

As the hall began to empty, Zoe Aames walked up to her daughter. "Are you okay?"

"Better than okay Mum. This is the best moment ever."

"You won't be able to sit, you know that right? You'll have to stand for all your classes."

"I can manage it Mum."

"Okay then. Maud will rub some salve in for you, then you can make your way to class. I love you."

"Love you too Mum. Have a nice day."

"I will sweetie. If you need anything, you know where I am."

"You were awesome Frankie. Ten minutes! I had four on the orgasmatron and I never thought I'd be able to stand up straight. You're going to need to go home in a wheelchair!"

Frankie was dreaming of the moment. The pain throbbed throughout her butt for sure, but the thrill just made it feel so good. She was naked. In public. Her life's dream come true. She was wearing the dainty white collar and tie. The tail was up her bum and back there for all to see. And she had a whole 24 hours of nudity to look forward to as well as the orgasmatron. Life didn't get any better than this. 

"You okay Frankie?"

Dreamily, she uttered one word, "Awesome."

"Okay, I'm going to rub this in your cheeks now."

"Okay Maud. Thank you."

Maud had squirted the salve onto her palms and rubbed them together and placed them, one each, on Frankie's cheeks. She started to massage them around and Frankie cooed with delight.

"Doesn't that feel good?"

"It feels incredible. You have such a nice touch Maud. You can touch me there anytime."

Maud turned Frankie around to face her. "Really? Because I'd rather touch you right here..." She placed her hand between Frankie's legs.

Frankie's eyes lit up. She couldn't believe Maud was touching her there, on her lips.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Frankie bit her lip and vigorously shook her head, no.

"Emma Drake did this to me after my spanking. She said Kelly Kapowski did it to her and Cassie Brooks had done it to Kelly. It's something of a tradition."

"You mean..."

Maud put her finger inside Frankie. And nodded. "You okay with that?"

"God yes. Please."

Maud smiled and worked both the remaining salve and Frankie's own juices all around her pussy, pushing her fingers inside, brushing her clit with her thumb, rubbing across her pubis, even slapping her there. But mostly she pinched and squeezed Frankie's clit.

Frankie had her eyes shut and her head back. She was so close and breathing hard. "Yes, don't stop. Please. More. Oh. That's the way."

Frankie opened her eyes and saw Maud looking at her with envy. Maud gently stroked her free hand up and down Frankie's stomach and up over her tiny titties, grabbing one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, then tugging it away from her chest.

"Oh Maud, I'm so close. Kiss me."

Maud licked her lips and inched closer to Frankie's face, then just before they could touch, she dipped her head and caught hold of Frankie's other nipple between her teeth, kissing the areola all around it, sucking on her tit, creating heavenly suction. 

"Ohhhhh!" Frankie screamed with delight. "Ahhhhhhh!" she sang. Orgasm. Bliss.

"Miss Aames, you're late."

"Sorry sir," Frankie said with a smile. She was ten minutes late to first class. "I'll try not to let it happen again."

"See that you don't young lady. Now take your seat."

"Yes sir."

Frankie reached her desk and pulled the chair out. As she started to squat, she felt her bottom throb. Inching closer to the cool surface of the chair, she slowly sat. The cool plastic was nice in cooling her sore tushy, but as she relaxed her weight down upon it, she felt the heat and raised her hand.

"Yes Frankie? Oh! Right, yes, um, the cushion."

The teacher stood and went inside the cupboard at the front of the classroom and took out the hassock that was kept in every classroom for kneeling on and reserved for naked girls with very sore bottoms. He brought it to Frankie, who was setting aside her chair, placing it at the back of the class.

"Thank you sir."

"You're welcome Frankie. That does look quite sore," he said, examining her bottom.

She smiled awkwardly and knelt down on the dense cushion and found her body to be directly aligned with the top of the desk. Perfect!

Mr Stokes may have taught the most interesting lesson ever, but Frankie wouldn't have known it. Her mind was elsewhere. She was on cloud nine, living the dream. It wasn't until morning break that Frankie really got a chance to talk to her friends as they ventured outside into the playground to soak up the sun. Frankie was the only person naked in school and even that thought alone was enough to keep her pussy dripping.

As they walked around the yard together, chatting away, Frankie had no shortage of eyes on her, not least because her bottom looked like a red stop light on an otherwise pale skinned body. She felt like a queen. Queen for the day. Nothing could ruin it, it was perfect, the thrill of experiencing things for the first time naked. The breeze on her warm skin, the tickle between her moist thighs as she put one foot in front of the other, the swish of her tail, the fullness of the butt plug it was attached to as her cheeks swayed from side to side. It was all just thoroughly enjoyable. This is what it was to be woman. Proud, confidant, head held high.

She had another lesson after break that she found it hard to concentrate on and then it was lunch time. As with every other day, Frankie and her friends left the school premises and walked the half mile to the chippy down the road. Leaving the security of the school had been such a thrill, walking down the pavement as cars past her and tooted their horns, reaching the shops and calling in the newsagent for a soft drink, then joining the line outside the fish and chip shop, it all made her feel so alive. And what a great time to be alive. How boring it must have been to live in the twentieth century and the first few decades of this one.

As Frankie and her friends stood chatting, a nude woman came out of the chippy carrying her dinner in her hand. She had on a black collar and a pink tie. She had jet black hair and a matching tail. She smiled at Frankie who looked up at her in awe. So confidant and beautiful.

"Hi, I'm Lisa. What's your name?"

"Frankie."

"Is it your first time Frankie?"

Frankie nodded. "Yeah! Isn't it great?"

"It sure is Frankie. And it's better every time. You have 24 amazing hours and then you never know when you'll get the chance again, but you look forward to it so much. Then when you get to do it again, it feels like winning the lottery. This is my twentieth time. And it never gets old."

"Twentieth? Oh wow! My Mum got to do it for a whole year."

"Lucky lady! What I wouldn't give to be naked for a year! Anyway... dinner's getting cold. Have a good day Frankie."

"You too Lisa."

As the woman started to walk away, she noticed the glowing red bum of the 18 year old girl. "Oh my! Look at your poor bottom."

Frankie smiled.

"Don't tell me, your school has an orgasmatron?"

Frankie nodded.

"Oh you lucky, lucky girl. Oh, you don't know how lucky you are. I have a colleague at work who's been on one. Whenever someone asks her the details, she just smiles, starts dribbling and then suffers an involuntary orgasm. It's like it becomes a conditioned response to the memory. She had four minutes on it and said it was all she could take."

"I've got ten. This afternoon."

"TEN! Oh, how I envy you."

Lisa looked down at Frankie's kitty and tenderly gave her lips a stroke. "Oh, these are going to be so swollen and so red later on, you lucky, lucky, lucky, beautiful girl." She held her thumb up. "Will you give me a call and tell me all about it?"

"Sure." She held her thumb up and the two ladies pressed them together to exchange contact details through organic near field communication (O.N.F.C.).

Frankie had another ten minute wait to get served and then stood, while her friends sat on the wall outside, dipping her chips in curry sauce and sipping from her cola bottle.

She had a double free period after lunch and then there was a short afternoon break before final double lesson of the day. Half way through the class, there was a knock on the door.

"Could Frankie Aames please leave and come to the orgasmatron?"

The girls in class began to cheer as Frankie got her books together and left with another girl.

"Good luck Frankie!" said Clara.

"Knock 'em dead, babe!"

"Thanks Clara, thanks Maud."

"TEN! TEN! TEN!" they began chanting.

As she reached the door, Frankie stopped and said, "See you in ten!"

In ten minutes time, the final class of the day would come to a brief intermission. The 100 inch TV screens on the front wall of each class would switch on and show Frankie on the orgasmatron, strapped in and ready to go. It would then be activated and everyone would get to watch her have the most amazing multiple orgasms of her life.

Frankie followed the girl to the main office, where her mother was waiting, with a smile.

"Are you ready for this honey?"

"You bet Mum!"

Zoe Aames rubbed her daughter's arm and led her into the room that contained the orgasmatron.

"Okay sweetie, remove your tie and tail please and put them on that tray."

Frankie lifted her leg and felt around behind and then clenched as tight as she could. That caused the butt plug to shrink back to tampon size and she was able to 'poop' it out. She unclipped her tie and put that down alongside.

Dressed only in her white collar, Frankie stood naked in the centre of the room in front of her mother and her secretary Mrs. Collins.

"Okay, bend over honey."

A moment later, her mother inserted an electrode up her daughter's bum. The electrodes had multiple tricks up their sleeve, they could dissipate micro currents into the body, they could vibrate at a rate of 35,000 cycles per minute and they were able to emit and maintain a small static field around them as well as give out tiny electro-sonic pulses.

As every woman in the land knew well, handheld electro-sonic pulse devices were the preferred method of orgasm for lady parts and ranged in price from £100 for the Sidewinder GTX to £1000 for the Victoria Beckham Deluxe. Orgasmatrons cost a million pounds each and there were fewer than 200 spread throughout the whole country, half of which were owned by the nation's top private schools, of which Frankie's school was one.

"Stand up straight and spread your legs." She next inserted another electrode deep inside her daughter's hairless pussy. A wire, much like a tampon string, dangled from both Frankie's front and rear ends. "How does that feel?"

"Okay, I guess. A little loose."

"Alright, tell me when..."

The Headmistress turned the dial at the end of the device attached to the two wires. Frankie felt the electrode in her bum begin to expand and take her breath away.

"Okay Mum... when!"

Zoe Aames smiled and turned the dial to do the same to the one inside her little girl's vagina.

"When!" Wow, that was filling.

"Just try to relax dear." Her mother, unclipped the two wires and fed them into the control panel on the back of the orgasmatron, then took hold of her daughter's hand and helped her to step up onto the base plate of the device.

"Just lean back sweetie. Spread your legs so your feet are in the foot holds. Raise you arms and place your hands through the shackles and lay your head in the headrest."

Frankie did just as her mother asked. Then the Headmistress and her secretary took one side each of Frankie's body, first securing her feet in the clamps and strapping her thighs to the machine. Securing a strap across her hips, another across her waist and another across her chest, a few inches above her nipples. Two on each arm and her wrists as well. All straps were pulled tight. One final strap secured Frankie's head to the headrest.

She was now secured to the orgasmatron.

"How are you doing up there? Okay?"

Frankie nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to have to put the mouth protector in now, so you won't be able to talk. This will keep you from biting your tongue or swallowing it."

Frankie was beginning to feel a little nervous. Even though she had heard all her friends talk about the orgasmatron as if it was the best lover in the world, most of them had gone bat shit crazy after just a few minutes in it. Frankie was going to be in it for ten.

Her mother attached a monitor to the skin over Frankie's heart. Then Mrs. Collins clipped one electrode to Frankie's right nipple, while her mother clipped one to her left. Then Mrs. Collins took a wide paint brush and painted conductive gel all over Frankie's chest, stomach and abdomen and a little on her inner thighs which were already saturated.

"Okay, are you ready?"

Frankie flickered her eyelids a few times as she was simply unable to speak or move any other part of her body, except to wiggle her fingers and toes.

The machine started to hum as it began it's warm up cycle. The skeletal arms that secured the straps and which had been rigid, now relaxed, allowing Frankie to move all her limbs once more. The orgasmatron supported her full body such as to make her feel weightless, like being in space. She was suspended about four feet off the ground by a big metal arm attached to the back of the device.

Mrs. Collins went to the holographic video recorder and switched it on. The Headmistress briefly appeared on every TV screen in the school to introduce the show, "Ladies, gentlemen... I present my daughter, Francesca Aames. As you all know, she is to endure ten minutes in the orgasmatron. So without further ado..."

Frankie heard the whole school erupt in cheers. Even though all the classrooms were upstairs and she was downstairs, she could clearly make out the whooping and clapping and even the stamping on the floors that went along with it. She knew that she was now projected onto every 3D TV set in the school, so she faced the camera... and winked.

There was a green digital clock on the wall opposite Frankie that read 0:00. Then Frankie felt a vibration in her vagina and the clock started ticking... 0:01, 0:02, 0:03...

The vibration began slow and steady, then another vibration made its presence felt deep inside her bottom. Then her nipples began to tickle and a warmth washed over her whole torso and between her thighs where Mrs. Collins had painted the conductive gel. 

Frankie's whole body shuddered and for a moment she thought she might fall, but the orgasmatron supported her in every way and made her feel safe. Her nostrils flared as she tried to steady her breathing, goosebumps appearing over her whole body, her chest and arms, even her backside. She could feel all the individual vibrations in her body coming together, becoming one.

She looked at the clock. 0:32.

Suddenly she twitched between her legs and lurched forward. The orgasmatron allowed her to sway about freely, reacting to her movements, exaggerating them before returning her to upright.

The electrode inside her vagina had filled her up when it first expanded, but now she could feel it working itself loose inside, vibrating at such a rate as it slathered around her rapidly expanding vaginal canal.

The one up her bum seemed to be growing and she could feel its effect through the wall of her vagina, almost as if the two were vibrating in tandem, coming together, magnetically joined, she could feel the combined effect of the two, increasing her pleasure exponentially.

The involuntary twitches were coming more often. Her lower torso had stiffened as she held herself rigid to enjoy the pleasure of the device. It was then that she was able to focus on the top half of her body. Her breasts were positively singing, her small titties, shaking so fast, she wondered if her milk would turn to butter. But then she realised she didn't have any milk.

She tried to smile around the mouthpiece, her breathing now ragged, her face flushed a crimson red, the air seemed thicker and harder to breathe in. Her arms tingled from her shoulders to her finger tips, and as she looked at the clock change from 0:59 to 1:00, she honestly began to wonder how much more of this she'd be able to take.

She wasn't experiencing orgasms as she had done up 'til now - as single events at the end of quarter of an hour's worth of 'in the mood' hand stimulation. What she had experienced already, in just one minute was continuous pleasure, more than she could create for herself in a month of hand jobs. This was a completely new experience.

She could only imagine the expression on her face, she had watched all of her friends closely when it had been their turn in the machine and all of them looked totally out of it by the one minute mark. She fully expected to be no different in that regard and wondered what her friends thought of the way she looked.

Her nipples felt huge. They felt five inches long, though she knew that was impossible, that was just how they felt. Her pussy felt like it had grown wings between her legs and they were flapping like a bird's as it soared through the skies. Her bum felt like it was being pounded by a truck full of lightening, latching onto her vagina which felt like it was birthing a hippopotamus in the throws of a wild orgasm of its own.

She could hardly keep her eyes open, but as she shut her eyes from this world and faded into the light inside her mind, she was vaguely aware of some green number, somewhere, hovering in mid air. 1:36.

Again she bucked like a bronco, her arms flailing wildly as her pussy slathered hot, sticky, volcanic lava all down her inner thighs, the pressure she felt on her pudendum, pressing through her whole body and out the other side, like a thousand lesbians licking her clit all at once. The thought made her spasm wildly and if it weren't for the secure grip of the orgasmatron she would have been nothing more than a puddle of bodily juices streaming all over the floor by now.




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It was so much harder to breath through her nostrils, her mouth effectively sealed shut by the device stopping her from biting off her own tongue. She could feel her lungs burning, she needed to get off, she couldn't take any more, she couldn't fight it any longer, she couldn't, no, it was too much, much too much, she had to get off.

And then she flopped forwards once again, her pussy and anus in the combined throws of heaven exploding, stars formed before her eyes, like galaxies, and she imagined herself flying, flying through space, feathery wings of white growing from her back where she was attached to the orgasmatron. And suddenly, she was attached no longer. She was held afloat solely by her wings now, her angel's wings, as she floated up higher and higher, like Icarus and Daedalus, getting closer to the sun.

Her breasts were made of butter now, hot, melting butter, her nipples like humming lightsabers used to churn her breasts into buttery oblivion. Her toes had curled back on themselves and were twisted around like talons. But that was okay, because she was a bird now, an eagle - and eagles had talons. She soared beyond the sun out into deep space, her anus was alive now, full of every woman in the human race licking her anal cavity from the inside, the pleasure just so overwhelmingly intense.

But at least she could breath now. That was the secret, stop fighting it, relax. Perhaps she didn't need to breath because there was no air in space, her air came from all those beautiful naked women kissing her mouth, feeding her oxygen as she drifted on a heavenly chariot to nirvana and beyond.

And then she saw other creatures like herself, beautiful and naked, with ten foot wings growing from each shoulder, they flew alongside her, one attaching to her left nipple to suckle, another to her right, two more between her legs, one licking her pussy, one her anus, their tongues slathering her nipples, the ones between her legs had multiple tongues and they were so long they easily penetrated her. The one at her front sucked on her clit as what felt like five hundred tongues shot forth inside her, licking every inch of her thrumming vagina, juicing it, working their way up through her pelvis into her stomach, climbing the stairway to heaven into her chest to lick her nipples from the inside, such pleasure, the tongues at her anus worked inside and then down, down inside her thighs, into the soles of her feet.

No part of her body was her own to control any longer, she had lost count of her orgasms, they couldn't be numbered or individually defined anymore, her body was just one with the universe. And the universe was called orgasm.

Slowly, Frankie started to become aware of her surroundings again, her nipples were hyper sensitive to the point she felt like fainting, the combined anal and vaginal pounding had surely torn her in two, she would have to be stitched back together, some kind of hybrid.

Opening her eyes, she could lazily make out figures. And a clock. A clock with green numbers. 9:58, 9:59, 10:00.

She felt the moment the power switched off, the instruments inside her and upon her sweet nubile body coming to a halt all at once. If only she could stop so fast.

More aware now, she could feel her vaginal lips flapping at such an intense rate, they must have looked like James Bond's face when he spun round and round in that G force simulator. Her bottom felt like a million wriggling centipedes were making their way from her body. Her breasts felt like real breasts and not just the tiny A cups she had been used to seeing in the mirror, barely a handful to grab between her fingers. They felt like they contained a gallon each of butter and were giant F cups dropping down to her waist.

And what was that noise? It was like a rock concert. As she tried to re-orient herself, she realised it was cheering from all the upstairs classrooms. And she realised where she was again, back in school, returned from a hundred year journey into space, where she met beautiful angels who had serviced her to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

"Sweetie? Sweetie? Sweetie?"

Frankie looked down as her arms were raised and her feet separated as the orgasmatron firmed up it's hold on her. Her mother removed the mouth protector and found that her daughter had practically chomped her way through it. It was almost in two pieces.

"Mum? Is that you?"

"It's me Frankie."

"Oh God, I missed you so much, it's so good to be home."

"Home? You're in school sweetie."

"In school? Well... how long was I away?"

"Away? Frankie, it's been ten minutes."

Frankie looked up and stared right into the camera, a bewildered expression on her face, her hair was standing on end and she thought she could both smell and see smoke.

The school once again erupted, having witnessed for the first time what ten minutes on the orgasmatron could do. Clearly, it had blown Frankie's mind. She didn't have a clue where or when she was.

The Headmistress stood in front of the camera and spoke to her riveted audience. "That's all for today folks. Tune in same time tomorrow to witness another lucky lady take a ride on the orgasmatron."

As Mrs. Collins and her mother took their time unstrapping Frankie and removing all the aparatus from her body, the whole school continued to cheer, clap their hands and stomp their feet. When her mother felt for the wire in between her daughter's legs and pulled the electrode from her body, a gush of fluid rushed out and down Frankie's thighs, covering her mother's hands in her juices and Frankie experienced another orgasm.

"Sorry Mum."

"No problem sweetie. Did you enjoy?"

"Mum... there are no words. YES!"

Zoe Aames helped her naked daughter to step down from the base plate of the orgasmatron and, after removing the anal electrode, sat her down on a heavily padded chair. Mrs. Collins wiped away the remaining conductive gel from her torso and between her legs and smiled enviously at the school girl.

"Can you stand?"

"I don't know." She was helped to her feet and seemed to be okay. She couldn't close her legs together though, she was bow legged now. Every time she tried to squeeze her thighs together another orgasm sizzled through her, electrifying every part of her that had been subjected to the electrodes.

She looked down at her breasts and saw that her nipples were an inch and a half long, fiery red. She took hold of them in her hands and shivered as another orgasm rattled over her. Squeezing her breasts, she felt her nipples open, as if releasing internal pressure. She saw something white on her fingers, then when she squeezed her breasts up into her nipples, two fine streams of milk squirted out of her left nipple and three streams from her right, spraying in all directions at once.

"You're lactating honey, that sometimes happens. Amazing isn't it?"

"You're telling me Mum. That's milk? My milk?"

"It sure is sweetie. Would you like to try it? I have a glass over here."

Zoe Aames held the glass over her daughter's right nipple as she gave her breast another squeeze, then over her left as she eked out a bit more. There wasn't much in the glass, only a dribble, but Frankie wasted no time in swigging it back, the curiosity too great.

"Wow... that's... like totally gross! Yuk! What do babies see in that?"

The Headmistress and her secretary smiled, both having known the pleasures of birthing and breastfeeding daughters of their own.

The two older ladies made sure Frankie could walk and helped her replace her tail and clipped her blue tie back onto her collar, then sent her back to class.

Climbing the stairs, step by step was so much harder than flying up, she thought. Did she really believe she had wings just a few minutes ago? How embarrassing! She must have been out of her mind.

When she knocked on her classroom door and her teacher yelled 'enter', she stepped back inside to whoops and cheers and a standing ovation too.

"Come along class, settle down, school will soon be over. Let Frankie take her place so she can get her homework assignment. There'll be plenty of time for you to catch up in just a few minutes."

Frankie knelt on the hassock, next to Clara, folded her arms on the desk and rested her head on her arms, her tail twitching in her anus behind.

"You were awesome," she whispered. "Legendary."

Frankie was exhausted, she could have fallen asleep right there. In fact, she may well have done just that, because the next thing she knew, the end of day bell was ringing. The teacher left the room, but most of her classmates stayed and gathered around Frankie to ask her what it felt like to go ten minutes in the orgasmatron.

The first question she encountered was, "How many orgasms did you have?"

"I don't know, somewhere between one and a billion. No wait, what's bigger than a billion? A squillion. Yeah, somewhere between one and a squillion."

Her classmates laughed and soon they were helping Frankie down the stairs and out through the school gates. She had to walk home nude, but luckily Clara lived in the same street so would be with her the whole way.

"God Frankie!" said Clara after about ten minutes walking. "Can't you put your legs together yet? You're walking like a drunk who's pissed himself!"

Frankie must have past fifty people on the street walking towards her and a couple hundred cars, a couple hundred of which had tooted her. She could barely feel any discomfort at all, none from her bare feet walking on the stone pavement and none from the nine hard lashes she had taken across her bottom that morning. The only feeling her brain was wired to respond to now, seemed to be pleasure, because the walk home had given her at least five orgasms, all of which were better than any she had known prior to today. She even thought for a moment if there was a possibility her nerve endings had rewired themselves from the intense outing on the orgasmatron, that she would keep experiencing them, that she was somehow broken now and wired to orgasm from every little stimulus. How awesome would that be?

A car horn blew from behind and Frankie and Clara turned to see Frankie's mother waving out of her window as she passed them both. She had a broad smile on her face and drove off ahead of them.

It was another fifteen minutes before the girls made it back to their street, having encountered another hundred people who all smiled when they saw the naked girl dressed only in collar and tie with a tail sticking out of her bottom. Clara walked Frankie to her front door and let her in, saying her goodbyes to her friend and her mother.

Frankie walked into the kitchen, opened the freezer door and turned to push her backside into the cool air. Her mother had some sandwiches and a glass of milk waiting for her.

"Uh Mum? Do you have anything else to drink? I think I've gone off milk for a while."

Her mother chuckled and reached into the fridge for a bottle of mineral water.

"Thanks Mum."

"You're welcome sweetie."

Just then, the front door opened and Frankie's other mother arrived home.

"Is she home?" asked Alexandra.

"See for yourself," replied Zoe.

Alexandra saw her daughter stood there totally nude, in her collar and tie, with her tail and she was so proud. "There's my little girl. I'm so happy for you. Did you enjoy the orgasmatron?"

"You bet. I can't wait to ride it again. Hey! Wait! You knew?"

Zoe and Alex Aames both blushed. "Didn't Mum tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"She stuffed the hat!"

"What?"

"Every name in the hat this morning was yours! We spent five minutes last night writing your name on 97 pieces of paper!"

"Mum! You never did!"

Frankie's birth mother nodded. "We sure did sweetie. Happy Birthday!"



Long Term Nudity Project



Sandy Aames, sensing her daughter's acute embarrassment at their mutual predicament, went first, reaching around behind her to snap the clasp on her bra, letting the straps slip down her arms, helping the cups to fall away, exposing her B cups to her daughter and Miss Green.

"There. Boobs. No big deal." She let the bra drape over her dress on the back of the chair.

It was Zoe's turn next. She felt for her collar and undid her top button, then without pausing just continued with the next two. She reached behind her head with both hands for the back of her collar and began to pull her blouse up over the top of her head, revealing her bush for both her mother and Miss Green.

When Zoe's head was free of her blouse, she pulled it off her arms, taking no care and letting the arms turn inside out as she freed it from her blushing body. Sweeping her hair back with one had, she reached in to each sleeve in turn to pull them out the right way, knowing that in doing so, her blouse obscured her genitals from view.

As she was doing this, Sandy followed suit and reached inside her panties and dragged them down her thighs, beyond her knees and down to her ankles, crouching with her knees together to pick them up off the floor.

Standing up, she held her arms to the side. "There. Bush. No big deal." She was trying to put on a brave face to reassure her daughter, but also hoped she might fool herself into believing it too.

Zoe dropped her blouse with the rest of her school uniform to stand there in just her bra. She then crossed her arms over her chest, covering her boobs and dropped her head. She looked like she was about to cry again.

"Come on Zoe babe. One more and then it's all done."

Zoe grimaced. "Mom..."

Mrs. Aames hugged her daughter again, pressing her now naked body to her daughter's almost naked body. If she hadn't been so concerned with her daughter's well being, she would no doubt have felt that the hairs on their bushes were touching. She kissed Zoe on the cheek again.

"I'm so proud of you baby, you are so incredibly brave."

"It's not fair."

"I know."

"Noooo! Mom. Not that."

"Then what baby?"

"Look at Miss Green and look at you," she grizzled. "You have boobs. I don't."

Mrs. Aames pressed her hands to her daughter's face. "No sweetie, you have boobs. You have beautiful boobs."

"They're so small, they're tiny."

"Oh baby love, it takes all kinds. And yours will grow, just like mine did. I was a late bloomer, just like you. I was in my twenties before I started to fill out. And even then, it took getting pregnant to get anything up there that I could actually jiggle. When I stopped breastfeeding you, I thought they'd go away again, back to an A cup, just like they did after your brother. But they didn't sweetheart, you gave Momma her boobs. And one day, after all this is over and just a distant memory, you'll have a little one who'll give you boobs too. And we'll sit and watch him or her play and smile and have this unbreakable bond between us, that without this traumatic shared experience, we might never have had. Zoe my darling angel, I feel closer to you than ever. I love you, I'm proud of you, I think you're so brave and strong and ever so beautiful."

As Mrs. Aames was talking, she had placed her hands behind her daughter's back and unsnapped her bra. She pulled it away and Zoe didn't resist. Mrs. Aames placed the bra on top of her own pile of clothes and held her daughter's hands, one each in her own, stepped backwards while still facing her, so they could look at each other. In all their nude glory.

Mother and daughter, both seeing each other naked as adult women for the first time. Zoe with barely any soft breast tissue at all, just flaming red nipples that must have been an inch if they were anything. Her areola remained tightly drawn around her nipples and were it not for the slight puffiness of her breast buds, her chest could easily have been mistaken for that of a boy, albeit one with huge nipples.

In contrast, her mother's areola were large like Miss Green's, though her breasts were closer in size and colouration to her daughter's than the naked woman from the L.T.N.P. Even so, Mrs. Aames had boobs and was visibly feminine in outward appearance. For a forty-five year old, she was definitely MILF material, having a very good slimline figure and pleasant facial features.

As expected, there was nothing to separate their pubic regions. Apart from Zoe having less body fat than her mother and an obviously teenage flatness to the whole area, a bush was a bush and the two ladies were very similar on surface looks alone, if not the shade. Zoe thanked God for small mercies as over the previous summer vacation she had experimented with shaving her pussy clean off and was so glad that it had grown back in full. She wasn't sure she could face standing in front of her mother and then tomorrow the whole school with a bald pussy and her tender pink lips on display.

All of a sudden they heard clapping and turned to see Miss Green with a smile on her face.

"Very well done, ladies. That was a very courageous thing you just did. This morning when you woke, did either of you think you could ever do what you just did? Already you are getting stronger, more empowered. And that's only going to grow from here on out. Please, have a seat."

As mother and daughter sat back down at the table, Miss Green again lifted her briefcase onto the table and opened it. She removed two white shirt collars, just the collar and nothing else. She also pulled out two ties, both of them grey, but short of length, much like the one she wore herself. Then she pulled a further collar and tie from her case in the same colours as Zoe's school uniform. She placed a small booklet to the far side of the six items.

Before she closed her briefcase, she removed from it two tails and placed them down alongside the collars and ties. Both Zoe and Mrs. Aames' eyes grew wide at the sight of the tails, each resplendent in its own right, both protruding from a large silver butt plug.

Again, Miss Green placed the case at her feet.

"There's one each of everything for you. There's also a catalogue. Ladies, shopping just got a whole lot easier for you for the next year! In the catalogue are collars in all colours and a plentiful supply of colourful and not so colourful ties. We start you off with the basics, white collar, grey tie. And Zoe, a pale blue collar and red tie for you to wear to school. You also get a white one with a different colour tie because you won't want to be stuck in your school uniform all day!" Miss Green smiled as she patted the red tie with her hand.

Was that another joke? School uniform? Changing out of a collar and tie were going to be the least of her worries after spending the day naked at school with a butt plug tail shoved up her jacksie.

"There's a number to call on the back of the catalogue and you can order up to ten different collars and five different ties each. They are free of charge and will be delivered to you within one working day, so you might want to have a browse through that later on and get your order in. After that, you'll find that prices are reasonable if you'd like to further accessorise your wardrobe."

She hesitated. "Ahh, speaking of which, we need to discuss your wardrobe. Obviously, it is going to be best to remove all temptation from the house. It will be too easy for you to go put clothes on after I leave, if your clothes remain in the house. So, I think we should go around the house later, packing up all of your clothes. We can load them into the back of my van and we'll see to it that they are safely locked away so they can be returned to you a year from now. That is, if you ever want them back! After mine had been locked away for eighteen months, I just gave them away. It's unlikely I'll ever wear them again."

"Oh my God," said Zoe. "You want to take away my clothes?"

"Zoe. You do realise you can't wear your clothes anyway. You will be breaking your contract if you are caught wearing clothes at any time. First infraction, you will receive a warning. If there's a second..." Miss Green raised her eyebrows as if to drill it into Zoe, that second time, there would be consequences and in this instance, the consequences didn't bear thinking about.

"There will be a number of surprise visits that will be made over the coming year, but especially over the first couple of months, both to your school Zoe and your workplace Sandy and of course to your home. Any infractions will be recorded, I really have no leeway in these matters. If you are caught wearing clothes, or even using a towel or blanket to cover up when you should reasonably be expected to be naked, that will count against you. Of course you may use a towel to dry yourself and you may sleep under whatever covering you like, duvet, sheets, blanket, whatever you are comfortable with. But at any other time, you are not to cover your bodies with your hair, your hands, bags or any item of clothing besides your collar and tie. And they must be worn at all times when you leave the house to identify you as part of the L.T.N.P. along with your tails. Indoors, at home, in the evening, you can just remain naked if you prefer. No need for the accoutrements."

Zoe and her mother just sat looking down at the table and the items assembled on top of it. They had listened closely to Miss Green's instructions and had understood them. Basically, if they were humiliating themselves in public, they weren't breaking any rules. Anything else and prostitution awaited.

"So, shall we get started?"

"Packing up our clothes?" asked Zoe.

"No. There's plenty of time for that later. I meant, are you ready to learn how to dress to leave the house?"

"You mean..." Mrs. Aames pointed to the items on the breakfast table.

Miss Green nodded, sliding one white collar each to Zoe and her mother.

They picked up the collars and looked at them. Nothing out of the ordinary, they were just shirt collars without the shirts. They undid the only button holding the two sides together. Mrs. Aames pulled her hair into a pony tail and then reached for a hair clip to hold her hair up, then wrapped the collar around the back of her neck and fastened the button. She looked at her daughter who was doing the same.

Next Miss Green handed them each a light grey tie. While Zoe had no problem threading hers under her collar as she had to wear one to school everyday, her mother had never actually worn a tie before, although she had tied them for both her children when they were small and occasionally for her husband. Nevertheless, she managed it, but it had been so long, she needed reminding where to begin.

"Twice over Mom, then under and thread it through." Zoe tied hers without thinking and checked on her mother's progress before slipping her own knot up under her collar.

Eventually Mrs. Aames caught up and slid her knot up tight too. For both women, their ties, like Miss Green's, were only half length and ended in line with their nipples. Zoe looked at the table and saw the blue collar and red tie she would have to wear tomorrow, but far more frightening than that, were the tails, or more appropriately, the silver butt plugs to which they were attached. There was no way that was ever going to fit up Zoe's virgin butt hole.

"They look pretty scary first time, don't they?" said Miss Green.

"Oh my!" said Sandy. "Will they fit?"

"They will. And don't you worry, they have been ergonomically refined over many years and these new models, you won't even know you're wearing them after a while, they are so comfortable."

Zoe gulped as Miss Green picked one up. The silver plug was shaped sort of like a toadstool. It was maybe an inch in diameter at its trunk, then splayed out like a mushroom cap or, perhaps more precisely, the glans of the male penis. The splay was the widest part, probably two inches in diameter and then it quickly tapered off into a blunted point, itself necessary for initial aim.

Miss Green stood up and, seeing the wet patch she had left on her chair, placed one foot on top of it and reached around behind her as she expelled her own tail from her backside cavity. It was clean.

"Ladies, I expect at this point you are wondering how this is ever going to be inserted. Well, I can tell you, the last thing you want to use is bottled lubricant. It just makes everything too slippery. You'll be popping it out every few minutes."

The thought of that just made mother and daughter blush profusely.

"I recommend nothing more than saliva. It has the benefit of making the insertion area pliable, it provides ample lube for insertion and it dries quickly and lets everything else return to normal. I will demonstrate to you now, the optimum process for insertion. Ladies, if you do as I do and place one foot on your chairs."

Mrs. Aames and Zoe did as they were instructed, feeling ill at ease with their new found nude predicament. Even so, as Miss Green was in just the same predicament, it wasn't as bad an experience as it could otherwise have been, perhaps if those two men were involved somehow.

Miss Green put one finger in her mouth and licked it with her tongue, generously coating it with saliva. Popping the finger out of her mouth, it was glossy down to the first knuckle. "I'm now going to massage the insertion point, at first just around the outside."

The two women did the same; they couldn't believe how their lives had changed in such a short space of time. From sitting around the breakfast table as a family that morning with absolutely nothing out of the ordinary going on in their lives, to eight and a half, nearly nine hours later, being nude without possibility of wearing clothes again for a whole year, massaging their butts with their own finger. It was insane.

Eva took her finger back to her lips and made a show of licking it again.

"Eww!" said Zoe. "That's been up your butt."

"Get used to it Zoe," said Eva. "It will be one of the first of many thrills you will experience each day from now on. The first is waking up nude and getting out of bed and not putting on a robe. Opening your curtains and stretching in the window, walking across the hallway to the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door as privacy for you is a thing of the past from now on. Then walking into the kitchen for breakfast, seeing the rest of your clothed family, putting on your collar and tie and then the exquisite show of inserting your tail. I can tell you now for a fact, I suffer an involuntary orgasm at least one morning a week before I even step outside my front door. Just the morning ritual and the anticipation of the day to come is enough to do it to me."

"But that's so dirty," quipped Zoe.

Miss Green took her foot off her chair and walked over to Zoe. She licked her own finger again and felt back for Zoe's bumhole, making Zoe jump. She gave it a quick massage, then licked her finger again and found Zoe's hole, this time giving a gentle push inside. Licking her finger again, the next time she pushed harder until she found her way in up to her second knuckle.

"How does that feel Zoe?"

Zoe just quivered. Goosebumps had broken out all down her arms and her chest and anus positively tingled with heightened sensations of the kind she had not known before.

"Okay ladies, once you've managed to insert one finger in up to the second knuckle, it's time to use two fingers. Would you like me to help you again Zoe or do you think you can manage it yourself this time?"

"No, no, um, I think I'm getting the hang of it now."

"How about you Sandy, do you need any help?"

Sandy smiled. She was not an anal virgin and was well versed in anus to mouth play, having stuck her own tongue up her husband's backside just the other week and he had done it to her just last night. That was the one small benefit to all this; she was sure her husband was going to get such a thrill when he saw her and their sex life was going to skyrocket. But then she thought that her husband was going to see his daughter and that idea scared her a little. Then she realised her son was going to see her and his sister alike and that frankly scared the crap out of her. Not only that, but it was approaching five o'clock and her son and husband would be arriving home in a little over an hour. And neither one knew anything about the visit from the L.T.N.P. They were going to have such a surprise.

Eva Green went back to her own chair and raised her foot once again, working two licked fingers into her butt hole. "Okay, once you can work two fingers inside, try to prize them apart." She then put her own silver butt plug inside her mouth and let her tongue lick it. The Aames women followed her lead as by now it was far more sexual than dirty.

"Right then girls, line up the blunt pointed end with the centre of your anus and try to work it inside. If it doesn't go, don't force it, just try twisting it a little to find the right angle. If you need more lubrication, just give it another lick."

Sandy gave hers a lick and Zoe watched on, thinking hers was never going to fit. As mother had a second crack, the expression on her face told Zoe that her mother had been successful. Indeed, Sandy returned her hand to her side and stepped down from the chair. "Tada!"

Zoe smiled and decided to give hers a second lick. She could tell that Miss Green had pushed hers up her own butt successfully and was showing Sandy how to rotate hers so that the sturdy upward part of the tail lined her natural crevice. It also ensured that the plug was seated correctly inside.

"Try walking now Sandy. Does everything feel fine? Comfy?"

Sandy paced about the kitchen and was surprised to discover that it wasn't half bad. Her bum clenching tightly around the silver intruder felt ever so naughty and walking with it, feeling it push against her glutes made her feel like she was having a good seeing to by a fat, stumpy cock. The feel of the tail hairs swishing back and forth across her backside cheeks was hugely arousing and she knew that she had become quite slick between her own legs at the show on offer and the realisation that this was her life now. She was going to have to see her friends and colleagues like this.

"How are you doing back there Zoe?" asked Miss Green.

"I don't think it's going to fit. It's too big. And I'm too small."

"Let me see." Miss Green knelt down on the floor behind Zoe and placed one hand on each of her butt cheeks.

Zoe felt even more humiliated than she thought it was possible to feel. A woman was parting her butt cheeks and looking at her most intimate area from behind.

Miss Green licked her fingers and massaged Zoe's bumhole again, much to Zoe's continuing unease. Seeing that Sandy was familiarising herself with the feel of her tail and facing the other direction, Miss Green seized on the opportunity to wipe her fingers between her thighs and sweep up a generous helping of her own vaginal juices to massage Zoe's tight hole. In the process, accidentally on purpose, she grazed over Zoe's pussy lips. Then when she inserted two fingers up Zoe's bum to try and spread things apart, the teenage girl involuntarily clenched down on the invading fingers as shivers ran up and down her whole body.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the tongue on her anus.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping you Zoe."

"I don't want that sort of help, thank you very much. I can do this."

Again Zoe licked the silver butt plug and felt around back there to line things up. Then with a twist her anus seemed to suck the butt plug inside and Zoe was astonished that the thing even fit up there. Eva helped twist it into alignment and then she had Zoe pace back and forth across the kitchen to see if she was comfortable, which surprisingly, she was.




Long Term Nudity Project



"Do you have a full length mirror anywhere in the house Sandy?"

"Upstairs. In the bathroom."

The three women climbed the stairs, Mrs. Aames leading the way, Miss Green in the middle and Zoe bringing up the rear, watching the hypnotic sway of Miss Green's backside and her tail as she climbed the stairs in front of her.

"Ohhh!" Zoe exclaimed and had to stop in her tracks.

"What is it?" Mrs. Aames turned to see Zoe looking up with a bright red face. She had just experienced one of those involuntary orgasms that Miss Green had been talking about.

Sandy smiled when she realised and went and cuddled her daughter for a second, before taking her hand and leading her up to the bathroom.

The three women stood facing the full height mirror, Zoe still blushing as the after effects of her humiliating orgasm washed away from her body. Mrs. Aames noticed the wet slickness on her inner thighs and noticed too that Miss Green was suffering from the same affliction. They caught each other's eyes in the mirror, just a quick glance, but each knew what was on the other's mind.

"Say Sandy, I think Zoe is feeling a little bit embarrassed about her orgasm. Why don't we show her that it's nothing to be ashamed of and that we're just as close as she was."

Zoe looked up at the two women in the mirror, her mother and Miss Green, all three of them naked, with collar and tie and this insane butt plug tail up their bumholes.

Eva Green began to stimulate her clit and Sandy cautiously followed suit, looking toward her daughter almost for approval. 

"Oh God, God yes, oh my God, oh my God, oh, oh, ohhhhh! Ahhhh!" Miss Green climaxed within just a few seconds of beginning her manipulation.

"Oh fuck!" yelled Mrs. Aames.

"Mom!" said Zoe, shocked to hear her mother use such a coarse word.

"Fuck! Me too! Oh fuck, fuck. Fucketty fuck fuck. Ohhhhh!" she roared. "Ohhh... boy, that was a whopper!"

Embarrassment. Humiliation. Contentment.

That was the absurdity of the whole situation that had befallen women in recent years, brought about through a militant feminist agenda gone awry. It was like the vegetarian-slash-vegan thing from a few years back, their slogan of 'rather go naked than wear fur'.

The popular actress from The Big Bang Theory, the adorable Kaley Cuoco, who by merely mentioning in passing that she considered herself just an old fashioned girl at heart, who enjoyed taking care of her husband and was hardly a feminist at all, had caused all hell to break loose.

Of course, the media was the first to pick up on this, the immediate backlash, all the idiot commentators on the internet with big mouths and little else, they'd all jumped on the bandwagon to condemn her for daring to setback the feminist movement. It was just symbolic of the whole shambolic mentality of militant nutters, often doing things just because they were the opposite of what men did.

Well sadly, they just went too far in the end, extreme became the new mainstream and no one dared speak out anymore. It wasn't the men who had done this to women, it was the women themselves, female empowerment, the woman's body, the temple, the goddess within.

Of course the government were afraid of them, the sheer momentum of the movement, all swept along on a climate of fear. Don't speak out, don't have an opinion which differs from the mainstream, you'll get labelled and harassed by every loud mouth in the land.

And in the early days, it was those who had spoken out that were targeted. Those women at the very beginning had been given a choice. Persist with their unpopular opinion and be shunned from society, in the process becoming a target of militant smear campaigns, or repent and show to the whole world that they were feminist and proudly so, so proud in fact, they'd rather go naked than cling on to dated patriarchal beliefs.

Now, three years later, after the first woman strode out in public completely naked, except for her collar and tie (the perceived symbol of male bias in the workplace, now reclaimed for women) and the tail (a phallic symbol that had to be reversed so as not to resemble a penis and stand tall and proud at all times unlike the wilting penis of 'the man' after he's got what he wanted and just rolled over and left the woman completely unfulfilled), the project had finally been opened up to include the under twenty-ones.

And seeing as Zoe had turned 18 in September, right at the beginning of the school year, she was a perfect candidate. And her mother was enrolled as were all mothers of candidates in the 18-21 age bracket.

To refuse entry was to be unfeminist. Yes, that was a word now. We'd had racist and misogynist, homophobe and anti-semite. Being branded as one of those could ostracise members from society and open them up to hate-crime charges, fines and maybe even prison sentences. So the women just had to go along with it. Pray that it wouldn't happen to them, but grin and bear it, if it did. Anything else would be unfeminist.

Public nudity laws had been struck down and the Second Amendment to the Declaration of Female Empowerment had stated that at any given time, one percent of all adult women should be naked, to prove to one and all that the female was superior in every way to the male. Initially, all women between the ages of 21 and 65 were automatically registered and if selected would have to complete a mandatory twelve months of nudity.

One percent of the adult female population, 1 in 100, that was 1 in 200 of all adults, when both male and female were counted, or 1 in 300 of the whole population when under 18s were factored in too. That's how rare a sight a naked female was in the street. If you were to see 1500 people in a typical day, five of them would be naked women.

So that was how three women came to be standing in a bathroom, naked, wearing a collar and tie and, of course, a tail, all three of them wet between their legs from orgasm, all three of them destined to live naked for the foreseeable future.

The bathtub had a shower nozzle attachment and Mrs. Aames was the first into the bath. If her husband and son were going to be seeing her dressed like this, they would not be seeing, or indeed smelling, the dried cum that was all over the inside of her upper thighs.

"Do you mind if I join you, Sandy? Freshen up?"

"Of course Miss Green, I'm sorry, I mean Eva."

Miss Green stepped into the bath and Sandy Aames handed her the nozzle so she could wash between her legs. Sandy grabbed a bottle of liquid soap and squirted it liberally onto her palm and passed the bottle to Eva, then began to massage it into her pubic region, building up a frothy lather.

As Zoe stood there watching the two older women washing their pussies, she felt her own pussy tingle again. She hadn't actually touched it, like the others had done and she was fairly certain that if she did, she would have a bigger orgasm than the one on the stairs. She huffed heavily and darted out of the room.

"Zoe?"

Zoe ran into her bedroom and shut her door behind her, leaning back against the door, feeling the hairs of the tail rub against her back. She tugged on both her nipples that were bigger than they'd ever been in her life and shut her eyes.

Letting one hand drift down to her clit, she continued to play with her nipples while simultaneously pushing her backside into the door, shifting her butt cheeks from side to side to bring the butt plug inside her to life.

In the bathroom, alone together, it gave Mrs. Aames a chance to speak in confidence to Miss Green.

"I worry for her, Eva. Going to school naked. It's going to be very hard."

"You can't help but worry, you're her mother, it's only natural. But I think she'll surprise you. Zoe is the youngest woman I've ever had to initiate into the scheme and I can tell you Sandy, she's handling it better than so many women, twice her age. And beautiful women, confident women, strong business women, women with big breasts. I've seen all kinds just fall into a heap and not want to get up. She's already ahead of those women, Sandy. But you know what else?"

"What?"

"I make the follow up visits, as I will be doing for you and Zoe. I've witnessed first hand the changes in those women, women who got broken down like soldiers in boot camp, but who built themselves back up stronger and more determined than ever. You wouldn't believe the sheer number of women who thank me and continue to write to me long after their involvement is over and they've gone back to wearing clothes. They don't go back to their old life, just dialling it in anymore, they want more. And this scheme gives them that. It lets them know they can be more than they ever thought they could and they don't have to settle for less."

Mrs. Aames smiled as she switched off the hot water.

"She'll be fine. And you know something else? The women who go through this, who complete their twelve months of nudity, their earning potential is actually greater than that of their male counterparts, in every vocation. They get promoted faster, they get taken more seriously and they command greater respect. Greater respect than women who don't partake and greater respect than men."

There was a thud. The two women jumped out of the bath and ran dripping across the hallway to Zoe's room. Not even bothering to knock, Mrs. Aames turned the handle of her daughter's door. They stopped dead when they saw Zoe lying slumped on the floor, all twisted and flushed and sopping with her hand in her vagina and a smile from ear to ear.

Zoe opened her eyes. "Oh, hi Mom, hi Miss Green. I hope I didn't scare you. I think I may have passed out then for a second."

"Are you okay sweetie?"

"I'm fine Mom," said Zoe, her voice dreamy and content. "Are my legs still there? I'm not sure I can feel them, I'm not sure I can feel anything except the electricity up my spout."

"Zoe!" Mrs. Aames was shocked at her daughter's choice of words. "Come on, let's get you up and showered. Your Dad will be home soon."

"Oh that's nice. I like Dad. Do you like Dad, Mom?"

"I like him very much, Zoe. Now come on, up sweetie."

"Oh Mom, you need to relax more. Take things easy." As she said that, her pelvis began to spasm once more. Her fingers were still stimulating herself inside and she'd found a new spot, just a little ways back on the roof of her vagina that was just a little spongy and a little more ribbed. It sure was a nice spot, they really should give it a name, she thought to herself.

Miss Green had to cover her mouth with her hand to stop from laughing, but the more she tried not to, the more she began to shake and the more she tried to stifle the laugh, the stronger the urge felt until she reached a point where she really couldn't prevent it. She burst out laughing.

"Mmm, you sure are pretty Miss Green. You should laugh more often."

"Thank you," she said, still chuckling. "Zoe, you're very pretty too."

"I am?" She thought about it a second. "I am, aren't I?"

Mrs. Aames got down on her knees and leant over her daughter. "You certainly are, my love." She went to kiss her daughter on the cheek but Zoe turned and kissed her mother on the lips.

"Mmm, so soft. You have lovely lips, Mom, I should kiss you more."

"Come on, my dreamy little angel, let's get you washed up."

Miss Green helped Sandy get Zoe to her feet and then walked her to the bathtub, helping her step in. Mrs. Aames sprayed the nozzle between her daughter's legs and then squirted the soap into the palm of her hand and washed her daughter between her legs for the first time since she was a little girl.

Holding her mother's hand to step out of the bath, Miss Green was standing by with a towel to help dry Zoe.

Since they were upstairs, it was time to go sort through their clothes. Mrs. Aames went to her room and began emptying her closets and drawers onto her bed and Zoe did the same in her room. Miss Green stepped outside and returned to her van to fetch some storage bags.

Mrs. Aames looked at the clothes she wouldn't be seeing for some time, stroking the fabric and smelling them, to give her a memory to cling to. Opening her underwear drawers, she just scooped everything right out and plonked them down onto the bed.

She looked over her shoulder and saw that Miss Green had brought her some vinyl bags with zips and handles.

"Eva? What about my shoes?"

"Oh, they can stay, Sandy. They're not the comfort blanket that clothes are. I know they can be tempting, but I'm sure no one will mind if you try them on in your bedroom every once in a while."

"Oh, okay. That's good because..." She opened up her wardrobe for Miss Green to see inside. "I don't think you brought enough bags for all of these."

"Oh my goodness!" Miss Green was shocked to see there must have been at least 200 pairs of shoes and boots in there. "You like your shoes, Sandy, I'll say that."

"I love my shoes. They're like a second daughter to me."

"Well, don't let Zoe hear you say that."

"Say what?"

Miss Green turned to see Zoe standing behind her.

"Oh, you mean Mom's shoes! Yeah, she gives some of them names, you know!"

"I do not!" Sandy playfully gave Zoe a slap on her bottom.

Zoe laughed. "Are those for me?" she asked, pointing to the bags Miss Green was holding.

Zoe disappeared off into her room again and Mrs. Aames remarked at the change in her daughter's demeanour from an hour earlier. From the pits of despair to an apparent high.

"It'll wear off, I'm afraid. It's not unusual for her to breeze through the five stages of loss so quickly... denial, anger, bargaining, depression, then acceptance, but that's just to the news really, that she's had to absorb. It'll sink in later this evening, when she's in bed that this is really happening to her and that tomorrow she is going to have to go out into the world naked and interact with people she knows, students, teachers, boys, members of the public. Then it will hit her harder and these first few weeks will be rough. As they will for you too Sandy. But just as she's breezed through the five stages today, she'll do it again, only it won't just be to the idea of living naked, as it is today, it will actually be acceptance of naked living."

"So, this is an artificial high right now and she's going to crash?"

"You both are. And while I will be there for you both, this is something that basically you and you alone are going to have to come to terms with. You forget, I've been there myself, I speak from experience."

"I just don't know how I'm going to face my husband and son."

"How old is your son?"

"He's twenty-five."

"And he still lives at home?"

"He likes his home comforts. Here, he has the roof over his head paid for, he has a chef, a maid, a nurse and a mom all rolled into one. I don't think he'll ever leave, not while he gets to see his mom and baby sister naked all day."

"He may surprise you too, Sandy. In my experience, the men of the family really step up to support their women. They become extra protective. They just don't realise, that after being out there, naked in the world, we just don't need it. But it's nice all the same."

Mrs. Aames looked at the time, they'd be home soon. "What about a watch? To keep track of the time?"

"You mean, to wear? That's fine. That's jewellery, that's fine, wedding ring, watch, earrings, any piercings really, all fine, just so long as they are not overpowering and being used to cover your nudity in any way."

"But what about winter? When the weather gets colder. Or when its raining."

"Outside, you're just going to have to make a run for it. Spend as little time out in the cold and wet as possible. The place where you work and Zoe's school have both been informed and will have facilities on site for you to dry yourself and get warm."

"They knew? Before I did? They took delivery of a full body drier last week. I had to sign for it."

"They did know, but they didn't know who. Tomorrow... they will know who!"

"So it's just going to be me naked there?"

"I'm afraid so, Sandy. But I'm sure you'll do fine. You're a strong woman and I have absolutely no doubt, that no matter what you're going through, your thoughts are going to be for your daughter and not yourself. You'll do it, because you'll know that she's doing it."

Mrs. Aames reached out to Miss Green and the two women hugged.

"I know I've only known you a couple of hours Eva, but I feel like we're old friends already."

"We are Sandy. We are friends now. And I think we always will be."

Zoe burst into the room dragging two full bags of her clothes behind her. "I'm done. How about you Mom?"

"Just finishing up sweetie. Will you give your Mom a hand?"

"Sure Mom."

As the three women filled five large bags with Sandy Aames' clothes, the minutes ticked by, inching ever closer to six o'clock, the time that the men of the house usually got in.

Standing by the kitchen table once more, Miss Green ran through her checklist. The spare collar and tie for Zoe to wear to school was on the table, so too the catalogue. Both women had made a note of Miss Green's phone number in their mobiles and the seven bags of clothes waited by the front door.

"Okay then, I guess we'd better get these out to the van."

"Outside?" Zoe asked, the realisation dawning on her that she wasn't going to be spending the next year inside the relative safety of her own house.

Mrs. Aames took hold of her daughter's hand. "We can do this baby. You and me, one step at a time, in it together."

Zoe clenched her mother's hand and took a deep breath as Miss Green opened their front door to the outside world. Picking up her briefcase, she also caught hold of one of the clothes bags and stepped outside, walking around to the back of the van, passing Harold and Ray on the way. She put the first bag in the van and then opened the door and handed her briefcase to Ray, then went back into the house.

"There's six bags left. That's two each ladies. Are you with me?"

Letting go of each other's hands, they each picked up two bags and Miss Green strode out of the house with her head held high. As she reached the front gate, she turned and waited for Sandy and Zoe to follow her lead which, tentatively, they did, Sandy leading, Zoe following. Two brave women.

As they reached the gate, Miss Green spoke. "Heads up ladies. We are not ashamed of who we are or what we have. Just think of Julie Andrews in the Sound of Music... 'I have confidence in confidence alone, which as you can see means I have confidence in me.' Just keep saying it to yourself as you walk down the street. It's incredibly effective."

Mother and daughter took her advice and kept their heads high as they noticed the two men in the parked van watching their every move. Their tails swished as their hips sashayed and they carried their clothes to the back of the van, hoping they wouldn't be seen by their neighbours, although they'd all see soon enough. They placed their bags inside and said their goodbyes. Miss Green added the final two bags and closed the van doors.

Taking them back into their house, all that was left was to wish them good luck and give them a hug goodbye.

"Would you like me to wait until your husband and son return home, so that I can answer any questions they may have, or is that something you'd prefer to handle as a private family moment?"

"I think we'll manage Eva and... well, if my son sees you, I don't think he'll leave his room all evening. He'll be in there masturbating as if he was thirteen all over again! At least with just his mother and sister, there's a chance, he'll find that a bit more unappealing."

"Again Sandy, he may surprise you. And you him!"

Eva wrapped her arms around Sandy and gave her a firm hug, pressing her mammoth breasts into Sandy's more modest offerings. "Call me if you need me, day or night."




Long Term Nudity Project



"I will."

"Promise me."

"I promise."

She turned to Zoe and took each of her hands in her own, stepping back to admire Zoe's body.

"You are a beautiful young lady Zoe Aames and you are going to have a lot of teenage boys drooling and fantasizing about you by the end of the week. I bet there won't be a single boy in your year who won't have beat one out to the thought of you in your collar and tie and your pretty little tail."

Zoe blushed at the thought.

"Don't let any of them manhandle you Zoe. If they try to touch you, tell them to stop, go tell a teacher or call me. They will all be handed a leaflet about what's happening and will be made fully aware of the consequences of their actions if they step out of line. You'll be safe Zoe, but don't be afraid to speak up if you feel threatened."

"Okay Miss Green, I will."

"Would you like to know which of your fellow students will be joining you tomorrow?"

"You know?"

She nodded. "Grace Simpson."

"Grace! She's my best friend. She has tiny boobs too."

"Lucy Ackwood, Tracy Fleet and Marie Gordon."

"Marie? And she's in my class. The other two are in upper 6B."

"Well, I wish you all luck Zoe. And remember, I'm only a phone call away."

"Thank you Miss Green. You've made the best of some awful news. I'm glad it was you who gave it to us."

"You're very welcome Zoe," she said, giving her a warm hug. "You are an inspiring young lady, whom I have every confidence will go far in this world."

The two women bid Miss Green farewell and returned to the kitchen and sat down at the table to await the arrival of Dad and brother.

"Mom?"

"Yes sweetheart."

"I'm scared."

"I know sweetie. I am too."

"Of what? Dad's already seen you naked."

"Is that what you're afraid of baby? Of Daddy seeing you?"

"He's my Daddy. What if he can't handle seeing me like this? What if I... you know... what if I make him uncomfortable... down there."

"Zoe, your father loves you very much. It's going to come as a total shock to him seeing us like this, but your father is your father and he only sees you as his baby girl. You don't have to worry about... you know... down there. That's my job. If he gets a boner, it'll be for his wife, not his daughter."

"If?" Zoe smiled and began to giggle. "Mom, you're a knockout. And in this get up, Mikey's going to have a boner for you too."

"Mikey gets a boner from any girl with a pulse. Actually, come to think of it, pulse is optional. I've seen him get boners for cartoon characters! He can't help it, he's a boy and boys are not like us. Could you imagine if it was them who had to be naked in public? We'd be stepping in semen everywhere!"

"Mom!" Zoe continued to giggle. "That's so naughty."

They heard the footsteps on the front porch and the keys in the front door engaging the lock. This was it - the moment of truth. Would it be her son or her husband who was first through the door and first to see them? Mrs. Aames squeezed her daughter's hand. And waited...

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Hi everyone, I hope you enjoyed this story, feel free to vote and comment if you did (or even if you didn't!)

I know there's a wild anti-feminist viewpoint in the middle. It's not meant to be taken seriously, it was all a bit tongue in cheek - there simply are no legitimate ways to build up to a society that is accepting of mandatory female nudity unless you take a few leaps away from reality and this was the only semi-original idea I could come up with at the time.

I would just like to say thanks to Cassie Brooks (if that's her real name) for looking so cute and adorable in a white shirt collar and a short red tartan tie (and nothing else), that it gave me the idea for that part of the story. Don't ask me where the tail came from, I literally have no idea!

Anyway, that's all for now

Love Zoe.