While it was fun tormenting my supervisor physically I decided it'd be more fun to mess with her head.
* * *
Holly Depping picked her way through the crowd, fearful that at any moment they'd start seeing her again. No one was looking at her now, but every time she spotted someone looking her way she felt a stab of shame at being naked in public. She didn't understand what was happening. One moment she'd been heading to lunch, the next her clothes had disappeared. She stopped and leaned against a utility pole, resting her arms and back. She looked around, but still no one seemed to be noticing her. She instinctively covered her crotch and nipples as people walked past her, some of them close enough to brush against her. She wondered if her huge fun bags were meant as an apology for taking her clothes.
Wait, wasn't there some other word for them? She frowned, mentally reviewing. Fun bags, sluts had...fun bags. She stared at hers, huge now and jiggly as all hell. She'd always been a bit bitter the fun bag fairy hadn't visited her more as a teen. Now she knew that was wrong, the song was some about some other kind of fairy, but every time she tried to think of the right word, "fun bags" was all she could come up with. She glanced around, staring at the chests of other sluts walking past. Big ones, small ones, all sluts had fun bags hanging off their chests. She cupped hers and lifted them, feeling the strain in her back and shoulders. And hers were freaking amazing now!
* * *
I watched Holly staring at and squeezing her boobs, though now she could only think of them as fun bags. I wondered if she was also thinking about the 'fuck hole' between her legs. In her mind humanity was made up of men and sluts. Sluts had fun bags and fuck holes, men had pecs and fuck poles. Of course, that was just the tip of the iceberg as far her mental changes went. Other people would find her word choices and attitudes odd, but accept them as Holly's choice.
* * *
Holly closed her eyes, she'd heard from other sluts that big fun bags were more sensitive, but she never thought her fuck hole would get so wet just from some squeezing. She looked at the crowd, no longer ashamed to be naked, after all she *did* want to screw now, so being naked was, like, totally appropriate! Still, no one was looking at her. She stepped in front of a big guy, hoping maybe he'd notice her if he felt her fun bags pressed against him.
"Oof, what the hell?" The guy spun around, nearly stepping on Holly where he'd knocked her to the pavement. He looked around at the other pedestrians who were edging away from the apparently crazy guy who'd stopped suddenly for no apparent reason.
"Damn it!" Holly spat out, watching her prospect walk off shaking his head.
Her booty hurt from being knocked down, and she had skinned an elbow. So much for that, she thought. She tried to sit up, but with her arm hurt she wasn't able to brace herself to lift the weight of her fun bags. In the end she rolled booty-side up and was able to eventually get into a kneeling position. She was panting and sweaty from her exertions, and she hadn't even gotten screwed! Holly pouted, reflecting how unfair it was that here she was, naked & advertising herself available for screwing, and no one was interested.
She got to her feet and started walking again. If she could make it home maybe she could invite some guys or sluts over to screw, or failing that take a cold shower.
* * *
I grinned at Holly's sexual frustration, knowing that the thought of getting herself off would never occur to her, and even of someone sat her down and patiently explained it to her using small words she'd never grasp why someone would want to. Just like she wouldn't be able to understand why any slut wouldn't just get naked when her fuck hole was wet so people would know she wanted to screw, or show off her fun bags if she just wanted to fool around. I whispered a quick wish that aside from people's opinions about her, Holly Depping's new sexual habits wouldn't have any lasting effect on her employment or relationship status. I smiled, imagining Holly responding to the "invitations" to fool around with women in low neckline tops.