FBIO: A Perfect Body Part 1

It is morning somewhere in America, people are either just waking up or heading off to work. A row of townhouses sits on a hillside just outside of the busy downtown area. A woman in her thirties lives in the center house with her modest and fairly new car waiting on the curbside. She is busy in the bathroom, applying her makeup and getting ready to leave for her nine to five job. In minutes, she has finished her routine and has slipped into her suit jacket with her purse under her arm.

The door opens and she is busy looking into her purse for one last check as she locks the door behind her and walks to her car like every morning. Her head bobs back up and her eyes catch the strange sight of a man wearing sunglasses and a navy blue suit, sitting against her passenger door. "Excuse me! Can you get your ass off my car?! I need to go to work...," she says with her arms crossed.

"Are you Portia Onyx?," he asks.

She rummages in her purse for her can of pepper spray, "Yes..."

"I need you to come with me."

"Why? I haven't done anything wrong! Is this about my taxes?"

"No, ma'am. You're not in trouble. I'm with the FBIO."

"The FBI?!"

"No, that is going to continue being a problem," he flashes his badge, "We monitor women's health in varying ways. We're a new, world funded, organization. You probably haven't heard of us."

"Oh," she leans in to squint at the badge, "I guess it looks real...What do you want with me?"

"We need to perform an interview for our database. You were randomly chosen by our algorithm."

"But I was just about to head into work. Can't we do this when I'm free?"

"It'll be fine. Your job cannot interfere with our business so you basically get half a day off and get paid."

"Ummm, okay."

"Good. I'll hop in your car and you just follow my partner over there in the black car. When we're done you'll just drive to work." Portia slowly walked over to her door and unlocked the car, awkwardly sharing the ride with this stranger as she did as instructed. Warry that this might not end well as she hoped those badges weren't fake.

After twenty minutes or so, they arrived at the local FBIO office and the agents escorted Portia inside and through the building. They led her into an examination room that looked more like the average police interrogation room with some chairs and a lone table in front of a pane of one-way glass. She was left all alone for several minutes as the two stepped out to perform unknown business. Portia played with her phone and shot a few texts to her friends in case she went missing.

Later, the primary agent returned with a folder and some papers which he threw on top of the table before sliding into his chair. "Ah, alright Ms. Onyx. Let's get this started. I'm going to ask you a series of questions just to verify our data for the database. Then we will move on to the next part of the examination," he said as he flipped through papers before pulling the one he needed to the top of the small stack.

"Okay, I guess..."

"First question, very easy. Your name is Portia Rodriga Onyx, correct?"

"Yes."

"Age, 32? Height 5'6"? Weight 127 lbs?"

She cleared her throat and looked off to the side, "110 lbs."

"Are you sure? It's good if you lost some weight, but this has to be a very accurate account. Do you want me to get the scale?," he asked genuinely.

"Uh, no. Maybe 127 is right..."

"Ethnicity, Spanish? Nationality, American born and raised? Two parent household, heterosexual, still living?"

"Yes."

"I hear Spain is lovely. Always wanted to go."

"I've never been...," she said, creating an awkward silence in its wake.

"Sexuality, heterosexual? Partners, five? Never married, no children, no significant relationships?"

"Yes, but how do you know who I've been with and for how long?!"

"We know a lot of things, ma'am," he said with a creepy nonchalantness,"No history of disease? No serious injuries or illnesses? High education and grades? No sports?"

"That's correct. Although, I do work out on the weekends. Do you need to see my gym card?"

"Yes, let me get a copy of that...hear you go. I think that covers this portion of the exam. Now onto the next stage. I just need you to strip down to your underwear."

"Excuse me! What for?!"

"We need an account of your physicality. Sometimes we need volunteers for tests who fit certain criteria. We also use it to compile statistics for global women's health. The information can be used to save lives and build a healthier world. You are likely a prime specimen of the human race that will be used as a benchmark for health studies we perform in the future," he said with a somewhat cold indifference.

His monotone voice and lackluster mannerisms did ease her reservations, as did that fact that she's still in her underwear. "Okay. But this isn't being recorded on video or something, right?," she asked only to receive a shake of the head in response. And so, Portia slipped out of her suit jacket and unbuttoned her shirt. After they were laid out on the table, she shimmied out of her pants and kicked her heels underneath the table. She shrugged and let her lands slap to her sides with an added shudder of awkward uncomfort.

The agent began to eye her over while jotting down words onto the next sheet of paper and muttering some of it out loud. "Nice skin complexion...hourglass figure...above average level of fitness and muscle tone...face requires little makeup...," he raddled on while Portia looked away and tapped her bare feet. "Is your hair naturally this blonde?," he blurted out.

"Uhh...yes. My mother is largely northern european."

"I see, it compliments your tan skin very well. Is it also a natural length? No extensions or any straightening?"

"No, I don't have extensions. But I do straighten it a little. It's naturally somewhat wavy, but I prefer it straight."

"Good, good," he said as he jotted it down on one of the lines, "Okay, I will need you to strip completely before we proceed."

"You what?! Why?! Isn't this enough?!," Portia exclaimed.

"Ms. Onyx. We are the Female Body Inspector Organization. We inspect female bodies for the greater good. We are also licensed medical professionals and are subject to the Hippocratic Oath, there is nothing to worry about."

"Errr...fine. But this is very weird," she concluded as she began removing her plain pair of beige bra and panties. Once she unhooked and let her cups fall, she slid her hands and forearms in front of her chest to retain her modesty. Then she took a shy minute to free an appendage and use it to slide her underwear down her smooth legs. Her hand also obstructed her genitals from the agent.

"Ah ah. No covering, Ms. Onyx." Portia shuttered and danced with embarrassment before complying with the order, letting her bountiful breasts fall free with a little jiggle. As she stared up into the ceiling, the inspector approached and started circling her to view Portia's naked body from all angles. He nodded his head as his eyes shot up and down from head to toe,"No sign of wrinkles or scars. Slight tanlines in bikini areas. You don't stay out in the sun too long, do you Ms. Onyx?"

"No, I prefer to stay indoors and read. Never been one for the beach, but I do occasionally go to a pool party...Will this take long?"

"No, not at all," he assured her before continuing the examination. "Hmm, minimal sagging in the breasts suggest no enhancement or reduction. Large areolas and slightly puffy nipples give a distinct appearance. Side set, well rounded, full, appear fairly heavy," he rambled on about her tits for some time. Portia was **** to cringe as this man put his face closer and closer to her spectacular rack.

Then he started prodding it with the eraser side of his pencil, pushing her fatty flesh mounds inward with a mild annoyance. Portia gasped, "What are you doing!? Is looking not enough for you?!"

"You're right," he answered, "I should be doing this with my hands." He pulled out a pair of rubber gloves and snapped them onto his hands all while Portia watched in horror. The agent then spent the next several minutes massaging, lifting, and squeezing her bare tits with an inquisitive look on his face. Portia turned redder than a beet, boiling with anger and flushed with shame. But then he shook his head and wrote more mysterious notes onto his paper, "On, to the lower body and then we'll be done."

He started with her feet, taking a minute or two to get some measurements and examine them for other details. Next came her legs which got a quick rub up and down on either side that sent a tingle throughout her body from the odd touch of the cold latex. The agent noted the thickness and proportions before moving on to her lady parts. It was quite awkward having someone stare deeply into your genitals, eyeing them up for several minutes, forcing yourself to look away as he leaned further into your crotch. But Portia managed to survive after asking, "You aren't going to go touching my pussy, are you?"

"Oh Lord no, Ms. Onyx! That's an invasion of personal space and privacy. A casual glance will do just fine. And might I say, a spectacular piece of equipment you have down there! Very little wear and tear, you must be proud," he answered much to Portia's chagrin.

Last came her ass which he was quite enamored with after he pulled a chair over to properly observe her posterior. Portia kept sneaking shy glances over her shoulder to see what was going on, but felt too embarrassed once her sight caught his face and darted her eyes back straight ahead. The agent boldly reached out to start groping her behind and sent a shiver up her spine. His hands dug into her skin with a meaty grip of his mit, pushing each cheek up before smooshing them together. Then he provided her juicy ass with a couple hearty slaps to monitor the redness and get a good feel for their resistance. She jumped up with a yelp and huffed with annoyance just as he gave a small, hollow apology.

"Alright, Ms. Onyx. One last thing and we'll be done. I need you to bounce up and down for me."

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes."

"Ugh, fine," Portia said as she lifted her hands to her head and started bouncing herself in place. Her big tits and ass jiggled to the rhythm, making the agent nod with satisfaction as he watched her assets bounce. He blindly jotted down his findings, reviewed the papers, then looked back to Portia who was still bouncing. "You may get dressed and leave now, Ms. Onyx," he said as he gathered his things.

"Oh thank God," she sighed with relief as she began to redress.

But before she could even put on one stitch, she was interrupted by the agent once more. "Oh, how silly of me. I almost forgot to get your file photo. Don't get dressed yet. I'll be right back," he said before dashing out of the room. Portia huffed and slapped her side as one arm held out in disbelief. She waited for several minutes, naked, a bit cold, and a little pissed as she checked her phone. But then he returned with an expensive looking digital camera, "Alright, follow me."

"Wait, you want me to go outside like this!? What's wrong with taking a photo here?"

"We need better lighting for the camera and prefer to have a background appropriate for the individual's skin complexion. If you're worried about your clothes, no one will enter this room while we're gone. I assure you."

"That's not what I was worried about," she muttered under her breath, "I am not going out there!"

"Ma'am, we are given a lot of authority. You don't want to know what happens to those who don't comply, trust me."

Portia was in no way eased by his words, only made more scared by the implication. So she gave in and awkwardly shuffled out of the room, following the agent down the hallways and through several rooms. Each time they passed male and female agents and staff who gave the two the occasional passing glance. None took the time to gawk or make a comment, which gave Portia enough comfort to change her posture.

Eventually they arrived at the photo room where she was placed up against a white wall with height lines off to her right hand side. "Alright, Portia. Hands to your sides and look off into the distance. Annnnd, smile!," he instructed. She gave a ****, subtle smile as the camera flashed and her picture was etched into the memory card. Then he continued to take a couple more pictures in case she blinked. "Alright, now turn to your left. Good! Now your right. Excellent! Now turn your back to me."

As she turned to face the wall, a man with a cup of steamy coffee entered the room and struck up a conversation, "You almost done here?"

"Yeah, just finishing up the photos before she leaves. Need something? Because she can wait here if it's important."

"No, I was just checking up on you. By the way, you've got a great one here. Spectacular body. You really know how to take care of yourself, Ms. Onyx. Keep up the good work!," he shouted at her backside with a thumbs up before slapping his colleague on the shoulder and exiting the room. Portia's head hung low with embarrassment once more as her agent took another photo. The session continued for several more off-putting shots where he had Portia with her hands on her head and legs wide apart for a frontal and rear photo. Then he finished up with several close-ups of her breasts, buttocks, and vagina from several angles.

He then let her retreat to the examination room where she was thankful to find her stuff untouched. Portia then shamefully walked as quickly as possible back to her car and sped out of the parking lot. The agent took a couple minutes to finish the paperwork before labeling it with special marks and depositing it on his boss's desk. Meanwhile, Portia arrived at work just around lunch and failed to make eye contact with anyone in the office then took a seat at her desk.

She felt like everyone had known and was easily startled by a coworker who popped into her office. "Hey, Portia. Didn't mean to scare ya. Where were you? Are you alright?," he inquired.

"Not really. I was confronted by some government guys who took me downtown. Nothing serious, just asked me some questions...but I don't really want to talk about it," she responded with little eye contact. Her friend excused himself after wishing her well and left Portia to work. Portia sighed and started pulling out files, ready to continue her accounting project from yesterday. She hoped her thoughts would not get lost in this morning's events.

After work, she felt like things had returned to normal and that the event was behind her. Once she was done putting away her files, Portia moseyed on down to her car and returned home with a clear head. That is until she arrived at her home to find a number of black cars parked along her side of the street. She saw men and women with FBIO jackets entering her house and leaving with her clothes tucker under their arms. Portia parked her car in the middle of the street and dashed over to find the agent from before watching the raid unfold.

"What the hell is this!?," she demanded.

"Hello, Ms. Onyx. How was work?"

"Don't get friendly with me you bastard! What the hell are you people doing with my stuff?! I have not done anything illegal!"

"Of course you haven't. This is just a result of our examination this morning. I marked you down as a candidate for the program."

"What program?"

"My bosses reviewed my findings and approved. You are now in the most exclusive group of people in the world, Ms. Onyx."

"What the fuck are you talking about!?"

"You have a perfect body! You are one of the prime examples off the best physical appearance the human race can achieve. Everyone should strive to become more like you, and we've ensured that everyone will be able to learn from you. Women with perfect bodies must walk around naked at all times. We can't have you hiding something that beautiful."

"What the fuck! I'm not becoming a nudist just because you perverts like what you see! This is insane! Put my clothes back right now! I'm calling my lawyer!"

"Sorry, ma'am. What we say goes, nothing can be done. But don't worry about your clothes. You will be compensated for their store bought value. Speaking of which, I will need to confiscate your outfit."

"Oh, no! Get away from me!," Portia screamed as she tried to run away from the agent only to be tackled by two more. They held her down as they stripped her of all of her clothes. "Get off me! I have rights!," she barked and fought. "What about the cold and the heat?! What about my job!? You can't do this to me!," Portia argued as they got her down to her underwear.

"Don't fret, Ms. Onyx. We'll implant you with a chip to ensure you remain naked. Although you have been granted permission to wear non obstructive shoes and accessories. Details will be provided by the pamphlet. As for your job, they cannot fire you or reprimand you in any way as a result of our ruling. They will be heavily fined and you will be compensated or reinstated as you so choose," the primary agent assured.

Once Portia was completely naked, she was jabbed in the neck by a tiny needle gun that placed the microchip deep into her skin. She was allowed to stand and watch as the agents finished cleaning her house of every garment and left her alone on the street with a pamphlet stuffed into her hand. It read, "Congratulations on your perfect body! What you can and cannot wear based on your classification." Portia just stood there, staring off into the distance as her neighbors peered through their windows to see the naked beauty stand there on the open street.

She struggled to contemplate what had just happened, her life destroyed in a matter of seconds. How would the rest of her days continue? Would she be considered perfect forever? Was there a way out? Could she withstand the embarrassment and stares from both strangers and friends? Was she alone in this endeavor? Only time will tell...