Stacy's Show

"Ladies and Gentlemen, prepare yourselves for an evening of laughter, delight, and bright red cheeks of all kinds." The crowd whoops in support of Tom, who is working the audience like a natural.

"This evening I bring you one foolish girl who thought she could outmatch me."

"Boo!"

"Fear not, my friends, I will publicly demonstrate what happens to ladies who think their boobies are just too special to be seen by the whole academy. For tonight, I give you, the humiliation of Stacy the ice mage!"

The crowd claps and cheers even louder as Stacy awkwardly waddles on stage in a very high pair of heels and nothing else. Her face is a light pink and she is obviously embarrassed, but this is hardly the first time she's been paraded around in the altogether in front of her leering classmates; maybe she's getting used to it? You're not sure how you feel about that.

"Now to begin, Stacy has prepared a little song for us..."

The bra buster got me
I'm just a silly girl
now I'm destined to be
all naked for the world

I thought that I was quick,
I thought that I was smart,
I thought that I was slick
until she tore my pants apart!

She grabbed me by the bra
and ripped it off my chest
for her skills are on par
with the best of the best

She's so strong and clever,
she makes my kitten purr
now I'm naked forever
because I messed with her

She really owned my arse
that's all there is to it
my advice, young ladies,
is watch out for your tits.

The audience fell about laughing.

"That was adorable. Wouldn't you agree?" Tom asked the crowd, who cheered their approval back. "However I think you can do better."

"No, please, I did what you said." Stacy whimpered

"I think you would be so much cuter and a thousand times funnier if you danced for us."

The audience clapped while Stacy begged mercy. Tom sided with the crowd.

Nervously, Stacy began the song again, awkwardly moving to some kind of rhythm.

"No, no, no, this won't do." Tom stopped Stacy mid-way through the second verse with a sharp slap to the buttocks. "Wait, I know how to get you moving. You! Come here."

Tom reached down to one of the human girls standing in the front row of the crowd. In one movement she grabbed her victim's bra and hoisted her on stage. Before the look of shock could register on her face, she found her top had been sent flying back to the crowd without her.

"Hey! I was wearing that." She began to protest, but Tom had already yanked her skirt off and discarded it in the same manner. Now the girl was standing, held firmly in place by Tom, in only a pink pair of panties and matching bra. But what a bra it was, lacy, classy and absolutely huge, at least a DD cup and full to bursting with perky, pale booby.

Giving the girl just enough time to realize what was about to happen to her, Tom paused before ripping away her panties revealing a baby smooth girlhood.

"Okay, you've shown everyone my pussy can you please let me down now?" The girl asked, obviously trying, and failing to play it cool.

Tom puts on a thoughtful face, "Hmm, let's put it to a vote. Everyone! Raise your hand if you want to see this beauty's bountiful bosom?"

All hands went up. Including yours.

"That's what I thought." said Tom, lifting the bra high into the air, revealing the girl's proud, full and voluptuous bosom free and naked for the crowd for one glorious moment. The moment ended with a pained yelp from the girl as Tom slapped her left bosom firmly and gave her a gentle shove into the first row of the audience. As she fell, you spy the unmistakable red ink of the stamp you gave her earlier "NAKED GIRL COURTESY OF THE BRA-BUSTER"

"Now where was I?" pondered Tom, turning towards Stacy, freshly harvested bra in hand. "Oh, I remember!" The bra glows a brilliant gold in hand, a bright flash causes you to blink. When you open your eyes again, the bra is gone, but in its place Tom now holds a supple black riding crop much to the dismay of Stacy.

"Now, Stacy, let's take it from the top."

You laugh and cheer with everyone as Stacy tries to dance, sing and avoid the rapid whippings from Tom's riding crop. Eventually the performance comes to an end, Tom forces Stacy to bow in all directions so everyone gets a good look at her bent-over bottom glowing red from its recent hiding.

Shortly after Stacy's performance, everyone seems to have found a drink in their hand. Before you know it, this has turned into a standard Raider's Girls party, except Tom is playing the role of host. Tom is, of course, doing everything a good host should, slowly going round the party and greeting every guest, if they're female, she strips them naked and stamps their left boob for good measure. Before too long, everyone is laughing, talking, teasing the naked girls and down-right enjoying themselves. Even Stacy has joined the fun and seems to be soaking up the attention better than any Raider's Girl ever did.

After a few hours, you can see the evening is winding down, so you pick up your glass and walk on stage to get the attention of the only slightly tipsy crowd. "My fellow naked girl enthusiasts. I am soon to be gone from this academy, for it is my destiny to defeat the evil queen." The crowd responds with a murmur of disappointment. "And while it makes my heart heavy to go, I do feel much comfort in the knowledge that the girls of The Underground Academy, will still be stripped, humiliated and exposed for all to see in my absence." A hearty cheer from men and women alike sounds the academy's agreement. "So as I enter the wide world to publicly denude the endless supply of clothed ladies in it, I wish the best of luck to my successor, the Bra-Buster!"

You raise your glass, a tear in your eye, as the students you have served for so long drink a toast to your recent protege.