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Chapter 27 by dr_wankenstein dr_wankenstein

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Pinkvalley wins again!

The green-marked turtle marched five feet straight towards the lettuce leaf, stopped, marched another four feet, stopped, marched another six inches, stopped, marched three feet in a perpendicular direction, turned around four times, and went to sleep.

The pink-marked turtle walked in a slowly collapsing spiral around and around the lettuce leaf, getting closer with each orbit. It paused, and gave the lettuce leaf a hesitant sniff. Then it took a bite.

Ben, who was the referee, blew his whistle and officially declared that Pinkwhistle had won again. Which meant Mayor Betty had to take off all her clothes right there in the parking lot, march into Julie's diner, buy everyone banana splits and allow the Pinkwhistle delegation to eat them off her naked body.

But worse was to come. For Mayor Betty had staked not just her own honour, but the honour of every girl in Greenvalley. And that meant another, even more shameful, Greenvalley Shame Parade.

So it came to pass that, several days later, every single woman in the small middle-American town of Greenvalley, from the tallest to the shortest, from the smartest to the dumbest, from the utterly gorgeous to the interesting-looking but still cute, had to strip herself down completely and utterly stark bare naked. And the bare-naked cuties all had to march in formation right through the middle of the town of Pinkwhistle.

Boobies in all shapes and sizes, from the adorable little A-cups of bookstore owner Charlotte Nguyen to the wonderfully bouncy chocolate coconuts of detective Samantha Suzuki. Jiggling, wiggling bottoms that ranged from squeezable Brazilian bundas to pert, pink cheerleader derrieres. And pussies, of course - flaming ginger tufts, prim blonde curly nests, raven-dark landing strips and not a few that were deliciously clean-shaven. Plus legs, hips, backs, bellies, hair, shoulders, feet and all the other usual accoutrements of girls.

The boys of Pinkwhistle took over ogling duty. The girls handled teasing, insults, mockery and general making-fun. Between them, they managed to make the parading nudie cuties feel very self-conscious indeed.

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