No Clothes for Marc

Stacy snapped her fingers and bit her lip in excitement as she went up to Marc again. Now that everyone’s attention was on him, she was gonna give them a show. She lifted his shirt over his head and turned to throw it into the crowd. It froze in mid air, but she was sure that it would travel to the back of once time resumed.

Next, Stacy undid Marc’s pants, undoing his belt, button, and zipper, and pulling them off his body. She was tempted to toss it just like the shirt, but she had another idea instead. She looked around the room and found in someone’s bag a large pair of scissors. She wasn’t able to neatly cut up Marc’s pants, but she was able to cut holes, tear them up, and mangle them in a way that wearing them again would be impossible. She placed them just out of reach of Marc, hoping he would attempt to wear them in a panic without seeing their torn up state.

Finally, Stacy looked to Marc’s boxers, and was able to slip them off his body, leaving him completely naked. She looked down and saw his cock and thought to herself, “patience, no need to rush.” Stacy clutched his boxers and walked back to her seat, tossing them in the seat next to her. She sat down facing the front of the room, and snapped her fingers.

In an instant, Marc’s shirt went flying from the front of the room to the back, and Marc’s pants were on the floor in a pile. Everyone started talking at once, some laughing, a few yelled, but Marc started panicking. “What the hell? No!” He yelled out scrambling to get his pants. He stood up and tried to put his leg in, only for it to pass through a hole in the front of the pants. Pieces were falling off and the pants themselves were coming apart. A few had started to offer jackets to Marc, but Stacy made sure to put a stop to that.

To everyone else, every jacket or cover that was offered was suddenly flung away and across the room, leading to people backing off and not offering Marc any assistance. More people started entering the lecture hall, and finding people gathering to the front to watch one of their classmates nude and attempting to escape their predicament.

Marc tried running through the crowd to escape the room, but was pushed by and invisible ****. He tried to stand behind a podium that was up front, but it suddenly went flying away. “How could this get any worse?” He thought to himself.

Stacy snapped her fingers and time froze around her. Her seat put her directly at the front of the crowd, and had made controlling the situation a lot easier. She walked up to Marc, and looked down at his naked body.