Strip of a Lifetime

Strip of a Lifetime 1

A collab between WW and Elixir Soup

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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CHARACTERS

-Hayden: 10 years old. At four feet three, he's small for his age and at that age where he's experiencing random erections. He's bashful and plagued by embarrassment.
-Harley: 13 years old. Hayden's older sister and an amateur kickboxer. She likes to torment her brother, then play the innocent act.
-Lisa: 7 years old. Hayden's younger sister. She idolizes her brother and means well, but her poor common sense tends to not be of help.
-Jessica: Hayden's mother. She's on the trip as a chaperone. She is a firm believer in children exploring healthy body positivity. She feels children should be naked when it's more convenient than being clothed and is not above spankings or nudity as punishment. However, she feels such things should be done privately, and believes in gender equality.
-Anna: 10 years old. At four foot one, she's the only girl on the bus shorter than Hayden, but surprisingly overdeveloped for her age. A softspoken and extremely gentle girl, she seems to have taken an interest in Hayden, but why?
-Kokoro: 11 years old. One of Hayden's classmates and the girl he has a crush on. She seems interested in Hayden, but not in the same way Anna is...
-Maria: 13 years old. Harley's best friend. She seems just as interested in humiliating Hayden as Harley is, but is far sneakier and brutal about it.
-Mrs. Lopez: Maria's mother and the supervising teacher. A woman who favors girls and has a far more draconian view of discipline than Jessica.
-Moira: Anna's mother, along as a chaperone. A very voluptuous woman, she's an affectionate free spirit who often tries to push her sex positivity on her daughter, ignoring her protests. She finds Hayden absolutely adorable.
-Norma Jean: The bus driver. A very stoic woman in her twilight years, she doesn't say much and doesn't really react to what's going on, but won't hesitate to stop the bus if there's a disturbance.

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Chapter 1

"Hayden, c'mon! We'll miss the bus!"

"Coming!" I searched around my room for a clean pair of underpants. Unfortunately, there were piles of dirty clothes around, but not a single pair of undies. I had to assume that my mom packed the clean ones already. Sighing, I pulled on a loose pair of board shorts, then ran out of my room and down the stairs as fast as I could.

I dashed out the front door, my mom hastily locking it behind me. As I skidded to a halt in my sandals, I stopped and panted. At ten years old, I had a lot of energy, but I still could get pretty winded. Plus, despite the typical chill of Scotland, it was a record-breaking heat wave this June.

As I stood up, I looked at my sisters and mom, and that's when I caught what they were wearing.

Mom was wearing a black corset-style one piece swimsuit, a pair of sunglasses resting atop her head. In addition to the two suitcases she was carrying, she also had her purse.

My older sister, Harley, was wearing a pair of half-blue, half-orange swim trunks and a matching modest bikini top, showing the meager cleavage of what had to be A-cups compared to mom's E's. The trunk-top combo combined with her socks and sneakers and baseball cap with a ponytail threaded through it made for a very tomboyish look. She was also carrying two suitcases.

My younger sister, Lisa, was wearing a frilly pink, floral-print one piece with a built-in skirt, along with a pair of pink flip-flops. Her hair was done up in pigtails.

All of them, like me, were fair-skinned, blue-eyed, and blonde. But I also realized that, unlike me, they were dressed in swimsuits.

"Where are your clothes?" I asked them.

"You didn't hear, sweetie? The AC on the bus is broken. They called to tell us last night. I told you, but I think you had headphones in? Don't worry, I packed you two swimsuits. Let me get you one. You can change on the bus." My mom set both suitcases down and popped one open, fishing around in it. She emerged with a pair of old, threadbare white swim trunks. They were worn, with several frayed seams and small rips, along with a drawstring that had been long lost. She handed them to me and I reluctantly took them.

A honking sound caused me to jump. Whirling around, the long white bus was parked just outside our suburban home, where Mrs. Lopez was waiting. She was the supervising teacher for the trip, but I'd never had her as a teacher in school. Lisa took off running while the rest of us followed behind her. Mrs. Lopez leaned down and ruffled my little sister's hair, smiling at her.

"Awww, who's the little angel?" she asked.

"That's Lisa, this is Harley. I'm sorry, I couldn't find a sitter, but I submitted a form for them to accompany me as the chaperone," Mom explained.

"Hey, no worries, Jessica. My own daughter Maria is along for the same reason."

Harley perked, stopping as she carried the two suitcases onto the bus after Lisa. "Maria Lopez?"

"Yes! Wait... do you go to her school?" Mrs. Lopez asked, smiling at my older sister.

"Yeah! Maria's my best friend! Oh, this'll be awesome having her on this trip!" Now giddy with excitement, she made the rest of the way up. I followed after, but could've sworn Mrs. Lopez was glaring at me... When I finally got to the top of the steps, smiling and nodding at the bus driver, I turned to look down the aisle... and my jaw dropped.

Girls. Girls as far as the eye could see. I didn't see a single sausage among this clambake. Where were all the boys from my school? I turned to the bus driver, a large woman with short, gray hair and a wrinkled face. "Am I the only boy here?" She just shrugged.

"I'm afraid so," Mrs. Lopez said as she climbed the bus and shoved past me, moving to sit in front alongside a tall black woman, who seemed to be distracted with her headphones and an audiobook. "I'm afraid that this was a strictly opt-in trip, and perhaps due to the destination being a spa resort, none of the boys were interested. Then again, I suppose the fact there was a bit of an accident with the fish tacos at the canteen on the last day of school might have had something to do with it as well."

My eyes scanned the aisles of girls, noting that all of them were wearing various degrees of one piece swimsuits and tankinis. Mom soon tapped me on the shoulder. "Go ahead and get changed, Hayden," she said.

I blushed. I moved to go stand outside and do it, but then the bus door closed and we started moving.

Everyone and their mother, and I meant that a bit literally in some cases, watched me, waiting to see what I would do. I looked up at my mom. "Um, can't I change at the next stop?"

"Hayden, it's a heat wave, this bus is a moving oven, I do not want you getting heat stroke! Change into your trunks right now, or there'll be a spanking and naked time waiting for you at the motel halfway there!"

That caused everyone in the first several rows to perk up. Which included my older sister, a girl who I presumed to be her best friend Maria, Mrs. Lopez, and to my horror... Kokoro.

Kokoro was a girl in a few of my classes at school. She was pretty, graceful, mysterious, popular, and I'm not going to deny that I had a crush on her. Her raven hair was cut into a pixie bob, her Asian features were tanned, and her petite body and flat chest looked lovely in her elegant yellow tankini. She was a few centimeters taller than me. In fact, all the girls in my grade level were taller than me. I was small for my age, but my mom assured me that I was probably a late bloomer, and girls developed sooner than boys anyway. She was watching me with veiled interest, no doubt waiting for what I would do.

Fearing the potential wrath of my mother weighing down upon me, I began to slip my white tank top up and off. And that's when my little problem reared its ugly head...

I'm ten years old. I'm pubescent. Part of the first stages of puberty is completely random boners. It's a double-edged sword that, while I'm small for my age in body, I'm quite average in penis size. As I shed my tank top, I could feel my penis growing and stiffening inside my shorts. Feeling a tap on my shoulder, I looked and saw my mom holding her hand out for me to give her the garment. Reluctantly, I obeyed. She stuffed the white tank top in her purse and I felt a sense of loss and vulnerability. I next kicked off my sandals, and despite most of the rest of the bus wearing footwear, she took those too. Last was my board shorts, but I hesitated. I had to hurry and swap these for my trunks, or everyone would see my boner. But should I face away and show them my bum instead? But then my mom would see my erection... She'd seen my penis quite a lot over the years, since she valued nudity when it was more convenient than clothes for kids my age and would even use it as a punishment, but I don't think she'd ever seen me hard...

"Hurry up, young man. It's dangerous to remain standing on a moving bus," Mrs. Lopez directed, reaching up to adjust her glasses and glare at me.

Grimacing, I decided that my mom was better than my peers. I turned around and hastily slipped my shorts down.

As my shorts dropped to my ankles and I hastily brought one foot out of them, that's when I realized the full extent of Mrs. Lopez's warning. The bus lurched, and with one foot in the air and the other in my shorts, I went spinning off balance, stumbling backwards and ultimately falling.

"Oh my god!" "Wow!" "Ten out of ten dive, dude!"

I opened my eyes to see an angelic Asian face looking down at me. But... not at my own face. I followed her gaze to see what she was looking at.

I had evidently landed on my back, right in the lap of my crush, Kokoro. My hard penis was pointing straight up, throbbing right in full view of her. Oh god, no, no, no... This couldn't be happening. My crush was seeing my hard penis... No! This was a nightmare!

I jumped to my feet, cupping my penis and balls. I looked and saw my mom had snatched up my shorts and hid them away for safekeeping, but I realized that my spill seemed to have sent my trunks flying somewhere. But where?

"OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO CUTE!"

That answered my question. I whirled around to find the black woman had stood up from the seat she shared with Mrs. Lopez, my trunks in her hand as the culprit for getting her attention away from her audiobook. I gaped at the sight of her.

She was surprisingly tall, easily in the six feet range. She was incredibly voluptuous, but not fat, with wide hips, thick thighs, and absolutely enormous breasts which were clearly shown by her red sling bikini. Her hair was done in a puffy hairdo, but partially covered by a sunhat. She easily picked me up and held me against her in a big hug. My chin and mouth were buried in her cleavage and I could feel my hard, bare penis rub against her abdomen. She stroked my back and ran her hand through my blonde locks.

"Awww, you are just adorable! I was afraid there would be only girls on this trip! Would you like a drink? You know, I'm still lactating from my baby girl's little brother, and I wouldn't mind letting a cute little boy like you have a suckle!"

"Moira! Please! My son needs to get changed!" My mom pleaded.

"Relax, Jessica," Mrs. Lopez dismissed, watching Moira set me down and straighten my shaggy, spikey hair in a very maternal gesture. I was a bit too dazed from the marshmallow hell I'd just experienced to realize to cover my shame again. "He's a boy. It's good for them to be naked. In fact, I can't think of a reason for them to wear clothes."

Moira giggled. "I'd certainly enjoy having him stay naked, but... Here you go. You can go ahead and call me Auntie Moira! Who might you be?"

I blushed, taking the swim trunks from her and hastily slipping them on. They hung nervously loose on my hips and there was a clear tent from my erection. "Um... Hayden."

Moira smiled at me. With her height, curves, and... ampleness, she almost invoked the image of a fertility goddess in me. "Well, Hayden, consider us family!"

I blushed and turned, reaching down to hold my trunks up as I walked down the aisles to find a seat. God, so humiliating...

Unfortunately, all the seats were taken or the girls on them had no interest in sharing them with the only boy on the trip, and one with a boner tenting his trunks at that. But near the end of the aisles, I saw a hand waving me over. Curious, I quickened my pace and hastily ducked into the seat, signing in relief.

"Um... Hi. I'm sorry about my mom. I'm Anna." I turned to look at my lifesaver, and my jaw dropped.

She was black, with frizzy raven hair and amber eyes behind a pair of round, frameless glasses. Her facial features were soft and her eyes looked like they had never held a glare, or even could. But what really made my jaw drop was her body.

At just a scant few centimeters less, she was the only person on the bus shorter than me, which was something I took unsual comfort in. Despite that, her breasts were, for her age and overall size, enormous. Her hips were wide, her thighs thick, her bum spacious, and she seemed to have a paunch. Yeah, she was a bit chubby, but she also was surprisingly curvy. She was definitely overdeveloped for her age! And it was clearly shown by the downright tiny white bikini she was wearing. It had side ties on the bottoms and a front and back tie on the top. There looked to be a lot of excess string, and while not a microbikini, it was clearly just... very small and revealing on all her early-blooming curves. It didn't help that she was the only girl on this bus in a bikini!

I gave her only a quick look before I snapped my eyes up to hers. "Um, Hayden."

She smiled, leaning in. One of her hands landed on my lap, seemingly by accident. I felt my penis stir in reaction. "Um, are you okay? I'm sure that was really embarrassing."

I blushed, both at the contact and the reminder of my erection and exposure. I was still hard and there was a noticeable tent in my threadbare swim trunks. They were riding a little low from my mad dash to this seat and it might've been paranoia, but I was sure some of my ballsack was showing through a rip. Despite this sight on display, Anna remained looking at my face.

"Uh, yeah... it was... humiliating."

A warm, gentle smile was on her face. She leaned in further and wrapped her arms around me ina comforting embrace. Ordinarily, with a girl wearing this little, I would've kept my hands at my sides. But I was kind of in a vulnerable situation, so I instinctively wrapped my arms around her back. She was soft, warm, and fit perfectly in my arms. All this skin showing as she hugged me, her boobs and my chest separated only by a thin bikini top, caused my penis to absolutely twitch in my trunks. Finally she let go, blushing and turning away, covering her face bashfully. She was embarrassed?

"Um... If you get tired during the trip, I... wouldn't mind you resting on my shoulder, or um... Laying your head in my lap," she squeaked.

I just sat there, gobsmacked. I think I'd seen this girl around my school, but... I never really paid her much mind. She tended to wear thick sweaters and long skirts. I might've said hi to her in the halls on occasion, but I didn't know her name then and I don't think we had any classes together...

Sighing, I turned and gazed out the window, trying to ignore my throbbing erection and hoping it would go away... I tried to chock it up to paranoia, but I couldn't help but get the feeling Anna might've been staring at it.

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