Off come the panties!

"NO!"

But it was inevitable. Before the gleeful gazes of the boys, who didn't miss a single second of it, each pair of panties present among the floating women was slowly slipped down their luscious, lovely thighs, resisting every attempt by flailing hands and fumbling fingers to catch hold of them.

Inexplicably, the women remained hovering in the air, born up by invisible forces. The removal of a wedgie was a momentary comfort, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming shame and mortification that every last one of the beautiful ladies felt as she floated before a leering man with her legs spread wide, her arms unable to protect her modesty, her pussy on display for the lucky stranger or casual acquaintance's amused perusal.

And what pussies they were! Pink ones, brown ones, shaved ones and hairy ones, delicate folds and flowers, neat little slits and puffy lips and enticingly soft mounds of Venus. Plus naked bottoms, of course, plump ones and round ones and slim ones and toned ones and jiggly ones and pert little bubble butts. The girls wriggled in their degrading positions as their underwear was whisked away into darkness, the last vestiges of dignity going with it, leaving them all quite nude from head to toe.

The goth girl, in only her platform boots, turned out to be clean-shaven down below. The artsy redhead turned out to have quite a bush. Mayor Peggy had a nest of golden curls, Kitty Davis a sensible brunette landing strip. Trixie Washington's pussy was lovely and soft and pink and she wriggled in excruciating shame as half the boys in her class pointed between her legs and said things like "Wow, cute pussy, Trixie," and "I bet she plays with it a lot."

Susie, her pale pretty well-groomed vagina now on complete display to half the world, whimpered and wriggled beside Bonnie, whose own ginger pubes were equally on show. The Magnet Man was looking up at them with interest.

"Behold," he said, and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, all the girls gasped. Electricity was quivering through their bodies, coursing across their skin, tingling against every nerve.

And it felt... good. It felt amazingly good. In fact, how it felt was... well, sexy. Very, very sexy.

The the girls were already pretty turned on by the whole situation, of course. But the electrodynamic forces could tap directly into their arousal centres, driving them to new heights, making their nipples stiffen and their hips thrust uncontrollably against the air as every naked girl in the audience suddenly found herself incredibly, unbelievably horny.

Susie moaned. Bonnie gasped. Peggy bit her lip and whimpered, unable to stop herself from trying to fuck the air as Doc Topper gazed with interest between her spread legs.

"Wow, look how wet you are," he said with a smile. And he was right. In fact, to their horror and humiliation, all the women in the crowd had soaking, dripping wet pussies, their labia and the inside of their thighs glistening in the carnival lanterns, making it completely unambiguous to all the interested men how turned on they were.

"Trixie Washington is a huge slut," said Ben, mildly. "I never would have guessed."

"No! I'm not a slut!"

"Then why is your pussy so wet?"

"I... argh!"