“... But only because you’re obviously not feeling too good today and I care about you” Susan said, looking around the bus conspiratorially before leaning in closer to the naked girl.
“You hit puberty, which isn’t unusual, but when you stopped... you know... pooping... the doctors got involved and that’s when they noticed the whole second pussy thing developing. And then when you were about 14 you grew that hand and the doctors got really concerned. There were all these theories flying around, no one could understand where your food was going, why you’d grown this strange third hand, they did a study on you but couldn’t work it out. You spent months in hospital before they gave up and let you go home. I think that’s when you stopped wearing panties too...I’m not sure... but you came back to school when you were 15.”
Susan stopped and sat thinking, considering what to say next.
“ Then when you reached 16 you started to... touch yourself, with your rear hand initially, it was discreet at first, I don’t think anyone really noticed. It was comforting you said, to just sort of rub your rear pussy during the day, under your clothes; it’s so compact it wasn’t noticeable. Then you told me that you were having difficulty remembering to get dressed, and clothes were irritating you. I remember coming over to your house and you would start to take off your clothes before you remembered that people were around. It was a few months later when you told me that you’d been waking up in the night rubbing both pussies and had to really concentrate to get your hands back under control.”
“I think it was after a few months you started doing it during the day as well, I remember sitting in class and looking over to see you with a hand down your pants, after a while it became less discrete and people started to notice. You couldn’t help it; it just seemed to happen when you didn’t concentrate on stopping it. Almost like it was where your hand naturally went. The school got involved and told your parents...”
Susan giggled, “It was funny, you started to touch yourself when the principal was talking to your parents about it, they didn’t know what to do, it seemed it was becoming harder and harder for you to fight it.”
She sighed, “They took you out of school again, for ages, they sent the work home to you and you did loads of tests but there was nothing ‘wrong’. And you kept touching yourself more and more, your mum told my mum that it had reached the stage that you didn’t notice until you had an orgasm, and as soon as it had passed you’d start again. You stopped wearing pants and shoes and socks before you were 17, but you hadn’t been at school for months so I don’t know the exact time. I just found out when I came over and your mum warned me to not mention it. It was pretty shocking; you didn’t even know you were naked from the waist down, and you were masturbating all the time, your hands didn’t stop. I spent like 3 hours at yours and you never stopped, even when we ate dinner you only used your right hand. I think your parents had given up, nothing was working.”
“On your 17th birthday there was big party at yours, your parents had organised it, and lots of people were there because we hadn’t seen you in nearly half a year! But before it started there was this sort of tension, your parents told us that things had got really bad and we were to act normally when you came downstairs. When you came down completely naked, masturbating all the time, there was this weird silence, until your dad put some music on and people got more comfortable. You had several orgasms in front of us, we were all a bit scared, and when you told us that the school board had said you had to go back to school I don’t think anyone knew what to say.”
Susan put an arm around the naked girl, “But that was nearly a year ago, most people at school are used to it, obviously going out in public is difficult... I think that sort of covers it... ok sweetie?”
Jen didn’t say anything; instead she closed her eyes as her hands worked faster.