The Lionesses

Eight members of the England women's football team, past and present, were in the middle of a training session. The camera panned around as they exhibited their skills, all while wearing very small shorts and tight shirts that left very little to the imagination.

Hot and sweaty, they came together at the side of the pitch.

"To raise money for breast cancer awareness," Leah Williamson began, "we're...err...raising awareness of our breasts."

Leah's voice faltered and a blush became visible across her cheeks, so Mary Earps picked up the baton.

"Donate enough money, enter your team into the prize draw, and we'll play a game of 8-a-side against the lucky winner!"

"It'll be the old shirts vs skins, and we'll be the skins!" Alessia Russo winked at the camera.

"We've even got this one out of retirement!" laughed Alex Greenwood, indicating her blushing namesake, Alex Scott.

"So if you want to be in with a chance of a squeeze, get donating today!" Fran Kirby gave her own breasts a light squeeze as if to demonstrate her point.

The camera cut away to show manicured turf and a sprayed white line, and as the details and terms & conditions flashed up on the screen, eight football shirts landed by the side of the pitch, followed by corresponding sports bras.

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The octet where gathered around and clear plastic bowl, filled with name cards, all wearing dresses that showed off far more skin than any of them were comfortable with.

"Thank you all for your donations!" Ella Toone said with a **** smile. "We didn't know so many of you wanted to see our boobs!"

With a shaking hand, Chloe Kelly reached into the clear bowl and pulled out a card.

"And the winners are..."

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The prize winners mingled by the edge of the pitch, all eight of the young men unable to believe that what they'd been promised was actually happening.

They cheered as their opponents ran out, long hair flowing behind them and cheeks a deep red.

Some of the girls were far more willing to strip than others. As the captain, Leah led by example, and was the first to strip to the waist. By comparison, Fran broke down into tears, and needed the encouragement of Mary and Alex before she removed her clothes.

Soon, there were eight beautiful footballers, all completely nude from the waist up. It was hard to tell which one was the most embarrassed.

While they cupped their breasts defiantly, Leah was the first one to show her goods, **** to move her hands to catch a ball that was hurled at her.

The teams took up their positions on the pitch, and Alessia kicked off to Ella.

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Once the game kicked off, the girls quickly realised that they had no chance of playing with their arms wrapped around their torsos.

One by one, they dropped their arms, much to do the delight of everyone watching. But if anything, that was even worse. Not only were they distracted by the constant chill around their upper halves, their range of movements were also limited by their unrestrained breasts. They also weren't allowed to tie up their hair, meaning they regularly had to wipe their blonde, black or brown locks from their eyes and mouth.

Fran felt her boobs sway from side to side as she turned quickly, losing the ball as her amused opposite number took advantage of her red face and embarrassment.

Alex won the ball back, did her best to ignore the hand pushing her back by the chest, and threaded a pass to Alessia. The sight of a pair of breasts bouncing towards him was enough to distract the goalkeeper to allow her to score.

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An attempted cross bounced off Leah's bare stomach and bounced out for a corner kick.

The ball was swung in, Mary jumped high to catch the ball...and had her shorts and underwear yanked down by someone stood behind her.

Screaming, she dropped the ball to pull her clothing back into place, but not before everyone enjoyed a clear view of her bare buttocks and crotch.

Alex put her foot through the loose ball to clear the danger, but the onrushing striker collided with her, taking the opportunity to fondle her breasts.

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After an hour, the eight women flopped to the turf, exhausted and humiliated. Not only had they lost, they'd been prodded, poked and squeezed. Ella massaged her sore breasts while Chloe sobbed quietly, face buried in her hands.

Leah was the first one to compose herself. She rose to congratulate their opposition; only to see that they'd left, taking the discarded shirts and bras with them.

They eventually dragged themselves back to the locker room, stripping off their remaining clothes and falling into the warm embrace of a shower.

When they emerged, they discovered that their clothes had gone: taken to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

The girls were left to get home, soaking wet, barefoot, and dressed only in small towels.