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Chapter 8 – Finale

Back at the police station, happy news have arrived – “We know where the girl in the park is. People saw her and Buck chasing her. Let’s GO!”


Meanwhile in the News van Heather was trying to reassure herself that everything is going to be OK. She didn’t know, nor anyone else, that the bug was already captured by it’s creator. “You are not going to be naked on national TV. It’s not going to happen. Mr. Anderson has the fail-safe installed. Everything is going to be alright.” She kept thinking to herself. All that anxiety made her want to pee. Even her crew noticed that something was off with Heather. She never seemed this stressed about a broadcast. She has done thousands before flawlessly.
“Everything ok, miss?” asked her David, her cameraman.
Heather looked up to answer when she suddenly saw something dashing in front of the vehicle. “Oh my god! Stop!!!”.
Just in time the vehicle stopped before colliding with Zoey, still trapped naked in the trash can running around blindly out of panic, when she suddenly knocked into the traffic light. The force of the impact lodged her outside of the trash can. Finally, free, she was able to see what a fool she has made of herself. She crouched in the corner, holding herself in her arms and crying while a crowd started forming, ridiculing her, filming her and teasing her. Every once in a while a man from the crowd would muster the courage and try to cup a feel.
Witnessing this, Heather began to panic and could see the potential disaster. This could be the worst thing that ever happened to her or anyone. Just thinking about it made her want to pee even more than before.
“Let’s just go. Come on. DRIVE!” she said impatiently.


When they arrived to Amy’s neighborhood, Heather started knocking on doors asking the residents about any disturbance. When Margaret answered the door, Heather recognized her immediately from the video. She held herself from laughing at her when she asked if anything weird has happened the last day. Margaret simply pointed at Amy’s house and said “That’s the damn house you are looking for. All the crazy this happen there. GOODBYE!” and slammed the door.

Heather asked her crew “How long until we have to go on air?”
“In a few minutes, miss Heather.” Was the answer.
“Alright, let’s get to position”
Still needing to pee and unable to find any place to relief herself she reluctantly began preparations for her broadcast..


In the taxi on her way home, Amy was getting bored. She opened Rachel’s smartphone
and started looking for things to watch. She switched to the News that were just being broadcasted.



“Our story tonight is about the unnatural events that occurred in the last day. Several women were mysteriously and suddenly stripped by an unknown force. Many different videos have surfaced on the internet, displaying the phenomena.” Afterwards, censored version of all the videos were displayed in the broadcast. It’s a shame they didn’t have the decency to censor their faces as well. Amy was getting horny watching all these humiliated girls with their privates exposed and recorded forever.
The ratings skyrocketed. Everyone in the world tuned in to witness this bizarre and unreal threat. The google searches for the uncensored version of the videos has multiplied ten-fold.
“As you can see, it would appear that this is some sort of insect that is eating these women’s clothes. As you can see in this close-up shot.” The screen showed a zoomed in photo of a woman pussy, censored at the minimum possible and next to it the moth with a piece of cloth. “We will now go to Heather, our reporter on the scene for exclusive information about this threat.”
The view now switched to Amy’s front door that was broken with Heather standing in front of it.
“We are now standing in the area where it all began. This is the house from where the monster insect has come from. We do not know what we will find in this house or why this door has been broken down. Is this a mutation? Is this a bio-weapon? We may soon find out. Let’s go inside.”
Amy was shocked and furious. “How dare they enter my home like that! Those uncaring bastards! Driver, how soon are we there?” Amy demanded to know. “In a few minutes, ma’am.”


Heather was beginning to sweat. What if there are more of these moths in here? What is she going to find in this house?
Being professional as always, Heather continued her report in an assertive tone. “As you can see there are many shreds of clothing laying around. This is probab…” She stopped as she heard a smack and a yelp emanating from within the house. Everyone at their homes heard it from their TVs. Heather and David the cameraman slowly walked down the stairs to the basement, and all the viewers were glued to the screen with anticipation.
Every few seconds a smack followed by a yelp was heard. It was getting louder by the minute. Finally, Heather and David reached the door to the basement. Her stress was at a peak. She still needed to relief herself and was using all her concentration not to pee right there on the spot.
“Alright dear viewers at home. Let’s find out what’s in the basement.”
And with that she opened the door, revealing poor Lizzie tied up and being smacked by a machine. Heather just froze in shock. Lizzie took a moment before realizing what is going on. Then she noticed the camera aimed right at her red ass up in the air and screamed in humiliation through her gag. David, not thinking straight, zoomed in on her ass, capturing every detail. Millions of viewers getting a close up of Lizzie ass and pussy being smacked. Amy was in utter astonishment at the turn of events, seeing her best-friend’s ass on LIVE television. “Holy hell !!!!”
The moment the naked girl appeared on the screen, Mr. Anderson as about to press the button to shut off the broadcast, but decided not to. “It ain’t Heather naked” he said to himself.

It took about 10 seconds before Heather decided that enough is enough. “I apologize to all our viewers about this outrageous scene” and shut the door and rushed outside, still trying to comprehend what just happened. “This is LIVE television and anything can happen. Now…” and she went on to her broadcast like nothing happened. But Amy wouldn’t take it.
Just as the taxi pulled out of the car, she rushed outside, holding the jar in her hands.
“Yes, b*tch. Anything can happen.” And with that she set the moth free.


“We have yet to receive any official story from the authorities and we believe that…” When all of a sudden she felt a tug on her sleeve. “What the…” And with that her entire right sleeve was torn from her and disintegrated. She made a loud inhale. Everyone at home was surprise as she was. Immediately, Mr. Anderson pressed the button to cancel the broadcast. Except that it didn’t work. “What in the name!! Get me the technical staff! NOW!! NOW GODDAMNIT!!”
Heather was panicking and David was capturing every minute of it. She looked around trying to find the bug but could only hear the flap of its aggressively fast wings. In a moment her second sleeve was torn. Then her long skirt, revealing some very sexy undergarments. She clapped her heels together and used both hands to cover her lower body while crouching forward – giving the millions of the viewers a very lovely sight of her cleavage. Then, in a moment shirt has completely vanished along with her bra. Her enormous breasts released and exposed to all the people at their homes. Cheers were heard from every household in the country. Heather became screaming in humiliation, but at least she had her jacket. That was now suddenly pulled from her back. The backwards momentum caused Heather to arch backwards, flailing her arms to her sides, putting her hooters in full and unobscured display to all. After a few moments the jacket was gone and her bottom underwear as well. She was completely naked save for her high heels. She threw her left arm across her incredible breasts and the right hand over her vagina, still holding her microphone. At that moment that she saw that the camera was still transmitting as indicted by the red light on it, that she realized what the world has seen. It was at that instant that her bladder gave up and pee started leaking out under her. It seemed like an eternity. Heather in a frozen position, covering her private with each hand, peeing on herself and making a small puddle under her. When she was finally done and came to her senses she decided to run away. Unfortunately for her, she slipped on the puddle of her own making. Her hand on her pussy, that was still holding her microphone, was the closet one to the ground. She used it to stop her fall, only to have the microphone shoved right into her pussy in full force. Heather let out the most erotic moan while closing her eyes. When she opened them up she still saw David capturing and transmitting it all to the entire world. The image of a close up on Heather vagina with a microphone shoved in there was burned in the mind of an entire generation for years to come.
It was at that moment that Mr. Anderson tried pushing the cut button again. However, something worse has happened. Because of a glitch, it did not stop the transmission. It caused the last few minutes to loop over and over and over again. People at home were watching the entire seen unfold over and over again for several minutes. None of the technical staff managed to stop it. In the history of television, there were never higher ratings.

After an entire 10 minutes of showing Heathers humiliation to every possible person, the technical finally managed to cut the feed and change it to a different story.

“We apologize for our technical difficulty and are now joining with police forces as they track down a dangerous fugitive disturbing the peace.”

The screen was changed to a local back yard. “There officers! There she is!”
The next view that greeted our viewers was the site of Rachel’s upper body stuck in a fence. Her ass high in the air with Buck biting the right butt cheek and a corndog slightly peeking out of the ass hole. “Get him off me! Get it out!”



The End