[ENF] Juiced Tribute

[lo0lo0]

To begin this introduction: a silly story, tribute to one the best ENF COMMERCIAL ever: Juiced
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0BDwz…

The story is told from the redhead girl's point of view.

Enjoy



Oh no, it has gone! The bus 29 has run away, as I see it turning at the end of the street. Well, I guess I have no choice but standing at the bus station and waiting for the next one to come… Well, crap! I’m in a hurry for my date with Him… Months of exchanging messages on the net, and finally we have decided to meet! And I am going to arrive late… Well, girls are said to be late to the first date… He will wait a little bit, he’s a nice boy, he will understand! Anyway, I have decided to be pretty for him. I did not want to look like a sl*t, nor like a conservative girl, so I have decided to dress “Casual Chic”. It took me the afternoon but I am glad at the result: a lovely light purple shirt with short sleeves, a beige skirt that covers enough just below the knee-I’m not comfortable with too short skirts, but since it’s a warm day and I will meet my likely new boyfriend, I’ve decided to make some efforts- and white low boots. The main issue is that I am braless. I mean, my boobs are quite sensitive, and I hate the itching sensation of a bra against them, as it hurts me a lot at the end of a day. Some of my friends understand, other no, but I never wear a top which is too tight at that level: I don’t want to flash my nipples through the fabric!

As I walk in the street, I admire myself in the reflexion of the window panes. I smile a little bit, feeling comfident. I have put my light ginger hair in two pigtails. I like that haircut, since I won’t feel my hair flying in my face with that wind… I hate that! I feel really better with that hair style… Ah finally, I recognize the bus station! There is no one around it but I’m not surprised: everybody has taken the previous bus, and I would be in it if I was not distracted by that woman losing her skirt in the previous one! What a silly girl! French, I suppose, with that accent. As I walk by, I hear some awfully loud electronic music, which makes my ears bleeding: I hate that kind of music! Usually, it comes from the car of stupid tuning addicts… Yeah that’s it! Right parked on the other side of the road, you could not miss it: an awful sports car, decorated like a Christmas tree with all that lamps, and a proeminent aileron at the back. I have a quick look at the drivers, two stupid young boys, probably in their late 18s, and with a serious lack of maturity! Oh come on, I hope that bus would come soon!

I stand at the bus stop, but I prefer to stay still. I look around me and see casual people walking by: teenage boys and girls with shopping bags, couples from different ages, a few businessmen… Well, the traditional crowd at that hour of the evening. I cross my arms, still waiting and begin to feel a bit dizzy by that hot atmosphere, mixed with that awful music… Oh, I may be dreaming or my brain is tricking me, but it looks like my shirt’s colour shifts, and really fast! From original light purple, it becomes orange, blue, dark purple… I look down at it, a bit puzzled, from left to right. I shake my head, and this rainbow stops: it is still light purple! Well, I was dreaming, I am right! Well, I can’t wait for that bus to come, before I feel REALLY tired… I look at the end of the road, anticipating any car move, but it is still not here…

Suddenly, I hear a huge ripping noise… and an awful cold sensation on my legs! I gasp and look down: oh my god! What happened to my skirt? It delicately covered my legs two seconds before… But now! It looks like a belt! It barely cover my crotch! Oh no, I look like a pornstar with that! What happened? Why did it ride up my legs? It was so quick that it hurts a little bit… Suddenly, I see a car passing by and honking at me! Oh no! No! This is so embarrassing! Quick, I must preserve my modesty! I bend my legs a little bit and uncross my arms before putting my hands in front of my skirt… I feel it riding a little bit up and strongly stick my hands against it to stop. It’s weird to feel the fabric of my panties against my fingers in public, and I begin to blush… I feel my legs beginning to quiver… I still bend a little bit down, hoping to cover my modesty enough to not flash my undies in public… I begin to feel shame, I want to go home, he could not see me that way… What will he think when I arrive with that skirt? I can’t go home, I would arrive very late and that would be the end of everything… What a cruel dilemma!

I stand in that silly position, while I can see the amused look of the pedestrians around me… I heard two teen girls walking near me, giggling when the tallest told me: “Wow, I love your belt, really! It would be perfect with a skirt!” and her friend burst in laugh. Why are they making fun of me? I blush of embarrassment and keep focused on my hands to preserve my modesty. Oh come on, come fast, come fast! If you arrive soon enough, I may buy a new skirt… Oh wait a minute! What is that strange feeling on my chest? It feels… so… good? Oh no, I may be dizzy again! I quickly look down as I feel a bit turned on… What the hell? What happened to my boobs? Damn, they look like they have double in size! My sweet shirt could hardly contain them! I have never had a so outrageous cleavage! Oh no… I gasp louder than before when I suddenly notice… They are moving? They are moving by themselves, rubbing against the soft fabric! What happens? Oh no! My nipples are so erected, and now clearly visible through the fabric! I look around, desperately trying to find an explanation… I hear some honks again, and a group of college boys passing on the other side of the road: “Wow! What a nice rear bump and bumpers!” “Yeah, and it looks like that shirt is quite too tight for those mechanical parts!” they burst in laugh: “Yeah… What a nice pair of titties! I hope my girlfriend had the same…” and I see them going away, wolf whistling and giving dirty looks… That’s a nightmare… I hate to be the center of attention, and here I am, legs bent down, hands over a skirt-belt, with my boobs magically moving… I must be dreaming, I must be draming! I look down again… I moan as I see them giggling again, and still look around to find the origins of this paranormal activity!

And just when I think things could not be worse… As I look in the direction of the Christmas Tree car, I hear that ripping noise again, and I immediately gasp when I feel a terrible friction sensation against my skin on my chest and my breasts… Until I feel my boobs bouncing up and down! I jump a little bit surprised and… Oh no! Noooo! Where is my top? No no no no! I am flashing my tits in public! I stop tugging my skirt down and quickly put my hands against each cup. I feel disoriented and puzzled as I don’t recognize my “normal” breasts under my fingers, but two massive bumpers and hard-as-rock nipples! In a normal situation, at home, I would feel glad and proud of these… But right now, I’m in the street. And suddenly, as I feel the cold wind against my back, erecting my nipples more, I awake: I’m half-naked in public! With my hands shielding my modesty, I still look around to guess who is pranking me: is there for hidden camera? Is somebody using a fishing rod? Come on! What happens? I begin to feel worried, and mortified to be in that position. I definitely could not go to that date! Well, it’s painful, but I must give up! I should quickly go home! But I have to wait another bus! Well, come on, come oooon! Ah, I begin to feel truly embarrassed by the situation… I hear the teenage girls who teased me later about my skirt who are walking in the other way: “Well, Miss, it seems you are triggering a new fashion. Carry on! We won’t follow you, we’re not strippers like you…” said the same girl. I see them laughing before taking a pic, as I try a new position to cover more my huge boobs. I begin to lose focus, I feel lost… I wrap one arm around my breasts to gain more coverage and cover one side as I stick it against my chest, while the other one shields the other boob side, while I put my right hand over my face to not reveal my identity on that pic… I feel my boobs stop bouncing, and I’m a little blind by the camera flash before I hear them running away like cowards.

I am leaving a real nightmare… I try to pinch myself a few times but I am already woken up! I’m half naked in public! People are having fun of me! I feel like living the worst day of my life… I look down, still covering my face in case somebody I know walks there… and I suddenly hear the sound I now fear the most: a terrible HUGE ripping noise! And followed by that terrible, hurting friction , but against my butt! Where does this come from? I did not see it coming! I feel so surprised! Oh no, I have made the silliest thing I’ve ever done: I whimper as I have never done so loudly before, and stop covering my boobs as I pull my arms in the air, freeing them to bounce again: my skirt! No, not that! In less than a second, I have seen it shrinking and disappearing! And that terrible thought is now occupying my mind: I’m in a thong! I’m in a scanty thong in public! Nothing but a tiny white patch of cotton still covers me! Why did I choose it? It is really skimpy at the front, barely covering my shaved pussy, and it has thin strings on the hips that meet at the back and ride my butt! No! No! Not me! I feel mortified! I feel my face being so hot and I must be completely red of embarrassment! Nobody has ever seen me nearly naked before! I feel absolutely mortified, lost… How did that happen? I feel the terrible wind against my skin, and become aware I’m in the Reality! Oh my gosh! My whole body quivers! I feel lost! What could I cover? I pulled my hands and my arm everywhere: what I should cover? I feel so confused in my head! I bend down and slide my arms against my legs: my womanhood! I should cover my embarrassing thong! I am so clumsy, I can’t manage to cover my thong as I feel my hands stroking my legs… I lose my balance… No! I should cover my breasts, they are fully exposed! I quickly pulled my arms up and begin to wrap them against my boobs, squeezing them in the process, as it turns me a bit on… The embarrassment makes me more sensitive… I moan a little bit, blush more… My boobs are covered! Nobody could see me! Why did I chose to wear a thong? Thoughts are striking in my mind…

I turn back and see through the glass pane a young couple walking a looking at me: the blonde girl is looking at me with amusement at first but then with a disapproving, angry look at my exposure. I’m sure I could see her lips saying: “b*tch”. Her boyfriend looks at me with envious look. I feel his eyes burning me with embarrassment. Crap! He is now looking at my pussy! Quick! Quick! I should cover my thong! How could I do? I should cover my breasts too… I unwrap one of my arms, showing a bit of my nipple in the process, and pull it against my crotch, covering my precious white cotton shield. I shiver and moan again when I feel my womanhood, and a little wet spot. Damn, what is that? Am I turned on or so scared? Oh no! At least, I cover the naughtiest bits of my body… Oh wait! I am wearing a thong! That means my butt is completely exposed! Oh no, and it was the skimpiest one, with a thing white string at the back! Crap! I hear honks and turn back. Oh my gods! Teenage boys in a car! And they are recording me! Noo! I scream hard as I stop covering my body: in a desperate attempt, I put my hands over my face to preserve my identity… Hey! But I’m not covering myself anymore! Oh no! Everybody has a shot of my naked boobs, my butt and my favorite white thong! Oh no! I turn around, still covering my face… I want to go out! I want to hide! I feel so lost! I begin to feel tears dropping from my eyes and squeezed by my fingers…. This is the worst date ever! And still that awful music from that car… I realize I turn around in rhythm with it!

As I feel like a mind meltdown, I act very silly: I stop covering my hands while still turning around, feeling my boobs bouncing and the cold wind on my butt, without covering myself. I put my hands in a clumsy way against my butt, then my crotch, but the panic and the trembling arms make them slide against and expose myself again. I try to wrap them against my boobs, but then I feel ashamed of exposing my thong… And why am I still turning around? I want to stop! STOP! Ho? It worked? I stopped turning and… Aouch! My butt, it hurts? What the hell? I stroke my arm against it to calm down the pain: is there a bee who is stinging me? I look back and down and scream again: I see my butt cheeks giggling a bit… And an awful “Juiced” tattooed in yellow! I hate tattoos! What is that? I don’t understand! My clothes disappear, my boobs grow, I am tattooed… What happens? I feel like being in a movie or a dumb commercial… I suddenly hear the bus stopping behind me, the doors opening, and the bus driver looking at me with an amazed look: “Wow! Well, I guess you don’t have money with you Miss… but well, I feel pity for you… No ticket for you, where are you going?” he asks me. I see the amazed look of some people in the bus: jealous girls hopinh I won’t come in, admirative or horny guys who want the contrary… I sigh and enter in: I need to go home now! As I enter in the bus and sit at the back where there is no one around, covering my body with my arms and my legs, I look at the tuned car a last time: I suddenly open my eyes widely when I see the two dumb teenage boys looking at me with an amused look, and teasing me by shaking what looked like a game controller, and I feel my boobs bouncing again. No… It could not be them from the start! Nooooooo!


THE END

[rojoa]

Great find on that video and good idea looking at it from her point of view

[woweezowee]

Wow! I usually can't get into first person ANYTHING but of course Juiced would be the one to do it hahhahaa!!!! just wondering, why the teen boys dont have more fun with magic?

[woweezowee]

Wow totally humiliating and incredidible!

[lo0lo0]

Thank you very much for your kind comment

Well, the boys do not mess up with magic more, because I tried to stay as close as the commercial while telling the story. Maybe it's a mistake to not carrying on... But yeah, maybe they have not stopped yet when she goes away

Thanks

[Mortimer]

Nicely written!
It was very fun to re"see" this add from this perspective, great presentation of her confused mind!

Funny thing, I always though that her turning around was the players doing, your writting leaves it open to interpretation. It's a nice touch that goes well with her confusion.

I must agree that this story looks good for potential sequels...

[9302420]

now if i can share my thoughts i think you should definitely turn this into a series. perhaps turn it into a story about a controller that can manipulate and modify clothing, and to some extent the people themselves.

short of that, maybe you should try making more literary tributes to some favorite Enf clips.