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Chapter 10 by Onlysorta Onlysorta

How does the crowd receive your naked co-presenter?

With wide eyes, and dropped jaws.

After a couple more minutes of walking with Tammy through the halls, sneaking as many peeks at her hilariously tiny ass as possible, you arrived at the doors to the gym. On the other side rested the science fair (as well as a bustling crowd of classmates and teachers) and the Blondie just had to suffer being on the precipice of nudity while your senior class gawked on; the adorable loser nerd growing steadily more humiliated as your schoolmates started to take their cellphones out.

“Holy mother of crap— is that Tammy!? She’s practically naked!”

“By the theory of special relativity… that poor girl has no tits. Haha!”

“Wait? What is Sam doing with a little nerd like that?”

“Yeah, I thought he only liked really ‘well-endowed’ chicks?”

“Nah, they’re just friends, you know?”

“Hold up, is her outfit even legal? Not that I’m complaining…”

Poor Tammy squeaked, stammered, and shuffled past the student body with you; her body on display, and her face flushed bright red like a strawberry. There was such an emphasis on Tammy’s breasts when she was wearing so very little, especially with how tiny her tits were. A pair of A-cup mosquito bites lay down her apron instead of anything big enough to jiggle, and you felt your pants get a good bit tighter as you crept another peek down at the nerd’s undersized assets.

The blonde’s only consolation to this utter humiliation was your hand vaguely covering her butt. She was mortified right now, but none of her privates were technically on display.

You actually regretted not having your smartphone out to take pictures as you helped escort your scantily-clad homework factory to her science… project… thing. You weren’t going to pretend you knew what it was. On the other hand, it was Tammy’s job to explain her… science dealie, not yours.

Once you’d gotten her to the heart of the gym, you had to physically move the humiliated geek into place in front of her project, because she was too busy covering up to budge an inch. You felt a rush of arousal hit you, knowing just how ridiculously embarrassed this mousy lady must be, and knew that this would be a fair to remember.

Everything was perfect, the only thing left was to actually help Tammy with…

Hey, wait a second…

What WAS Tammy’s project again? A unique material? A strange machine?

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