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Old 04-04-2019, 02:23 PM
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Default Ananya's High School ENF Nightmare

Hi, this is my first story, and I never really tried creative writing so any honest critiques are welcomed. Inspired by many enf writers but especially sbm here who wrote 3 great Indian enf stories.



Even though her parents were immigrants from India, Ananya never had trouble fitting in in her hometown of Edison, New Jersey. The 18-year-old High School senior has all the qualities a young woman would want. She is 5 feet 5 inches, a little above average height for women in her area. She has a perfectly symmetrical face, and makeup is usually not even needed for her to get her peers’ attention. Intriguing, dark brown eyes, along with naturally black hair that goes down to her shoulders and tan colored skin, her face alone makes Ananya a beautiful woman. However, her body is equally as beautiful as her face. Her weight is perfectly between thin and thick, not too skinny and not too fat. Her breasts were both a blessing and a curse in her eyes, as they are very big, a size 38 DD. In comparison to her friends and acquaintances, no one who was as fit as Ananya is weight wise has nearly as big breasts as her. Despite them being big, they were a perfect form, although she is embarrassed by the size of her nipples and areolas covered a good portion of her breasts. Finally, her butt was a little above average for her size. It was definitely noticeable and in good shape, but it was not as big as her white black and Hispanic friends.
Despite her astonishing looks, Ananya was extremely shy. Well, she wasn’t always. In her hometown of Edison, she was raised with a large group of friends. She had little trouble making friends that were men and women, and from all races, as there were white, black and Asians she befriended. However, her close circle were her Indian friends, many of whom were her friends from her infancy, as her parents were friends with their parents. Edison was between 40 and 50% Indian-American, and while the culture of these Indians varied, to Ananya an average American school was half Indian.
Ananya was in for a huge surprise. Her parents both worked, and steadily climbed up the financial latter. Through hard work, her father obtained a huge promotion, and the family had to move far away. Right before her senior year of high school, right as she turned 18, Ananya moved with her family to the heart of New York City. While her dad worked in the financial district of Manhattan, she went to school in the Bronx. While this was a diverse area, there was seldomly any Indians, at least in comparison to Edison.
So, Ananya was in for a culture clash. While you wouldn’t call her prude, she as definitely modest by many American standards. She did not like to show a lot of skin, such as her lower back and butt, but especially not any of her breasts. She would wear very big bras, some of which would actually work to make her breasts appear smaller than they actually are. Her friends from Edison would tease her in private about them, sometimes lifting her shirt up. Even this caused a lot of embarrassment, she could never imagine being seen completely naked by strangers, or worse, men. This fear multiplied in her new school. The students were even more promiscuous then they were in Edison. Girls would often wear leggings, and the outline of their underwear would be noticeable. Girls would wear shirts that showed most of their breasts, wearing small crop tops that would be considered a big bra by Ananya. Some would even wear thongs, which could be seen above their sagging pants. Ananya was one of the only girls who dressed modestly, and she was by far the only one with noticeable assets who would not show them.
This anxiety was especially present during physical education, also known as gym class. In American schools, girls change for gym in a gender segregated locker room with their peers. Ananya was used to this in Edison, however she was always around friends, so it was not too bad. In New York, she was basically alone, as none of her new friends were in her class. Ananya was amazed by what the other girls would wear. Most wore underwear that barely covered anything, some wore thongs, and even went braless! This was her first day in gym, as the previous semester she was in health. As they changed, Ananya sheepishly began to strip. As she pulled down her jeans, she began feeling hot, both in the face and in her privates. At first, she was painfully slow, but as some girls began to glance at her, she quickly removed her shirt. Ananya never even thought about her undergarments, so that day she wore very big green granny-panties and a large purple bra. She heard one girl whisper “my mother doesn’t even wear underwear like that!”. Embarrassed, Ananya slipped on her track pants and her gym shirt. Ananya did not even feel comfortable wearing shorts, fearing men would gawk at her legs. Little did she know that her fears would be realized in a much, much bigger way today.
The mile run was the goal of gym that day. Ananya was fit, but she was not athletic. As the class ran around the circular track, Ananya struggled to make a time that would result in a passing grade. As she got close to the end, she sprinted as hard as she could. She made a passing time, but the effort resulted in her sweating profusely. Her modest gym attire did not help matters, track runners did usually not wear long, cumbersome pants on mile runs. So, Ananya needed a shower, as was most of the other girls. The problem was Ananya was very self-conscious of her odor. Truthfully, Ananya smelled no worse then almost any other classmate. However, she overheard a group of girls laughing at an Indian boy who went to the school. She did not hear it all, but she heard something to the affect of “you know Indians, they certainly smell!”. While Ananya should of just ignored the prejudiced comment, as it was clearly misinformed especially in Ananya’s case, it certainly made here paranoid. So, Ananya made doubly sure that her shower was thorough and effective.
As her shower neared towards a close, she already heard her peers leave towards the next class. Ananya would most likely be late for her next class, but that would be the least of her worries. In a split second, her heart stopped, as the fire alarm sounded! One alarm was right above her head, and the loud noise disoriented her for a second. She began to have a mini panic attack. This could not of been a drill, they had one a week ago, it must be real! She hoped out of the shower, and she screamed in horror…

Her clothes were gone! “No, no no no, noo!” she said out loud. Her shower was so long that the gym teacher took her gym clothes, assuming they were left behind. All that was left was one towel, which Ananya used to dry herself as best she could. Her long black hair could not be dried, so it was damp and stuck to her skin. Her nipples were erect due to the cold and the severness of the situation, there could be a fire after all, and what if someone saw her!? Wrapping the towel around her, she sprinted to her locker where her normal clothes were. She apprehensively attempted to unlock the lock. Her hands sweated, and she kept messing up. After a 3rd unsuccessful try, she screamed in anger. This would be a mistake. Her gym teacher, Mrs. Johnson, ran in. “Ananya! What are you doing! This is not a drill, I’ll be fired if you’re not outside when they take attendance!”
Ananya, who was one turn away from successfully opening the locker, jumped when her teacher emerged. She had to abandon the lock just to catch her towel. “p-p-please, I have no clothes, I CAN’T go out there! Please!” But her please went unanswered. The much larger and stronger teacher grabbed her arm, and with great force dragged her towards the back door.
A thousand thoughts went through Ananya’s mind. What do I do? I only have a towel? How many people are going to be out there? Why won’t I wake up from this nightmare!?” Ananya attempted to drag her feet, pleading more, but the more she struggled the more her towel slipped. The towel alone barely covered her vagina and breasts, every other part of her body, including her thighs, were exposed. As she got to the door with her teacher, she stopped struggling, “at least I have the towel, don’t panic, Ananya”. She thought to herself.
Then door opened, and it was worse then expected. Not only was her gym class there, all dressed, but 3 adjacent classes were all gathered in sporadic groups, maybe 15 feet from the school door. Almost all had a clear view of Mrs. Johnson and the beautiful, busty Indian girl. One teacher turned around to look at Ananya, and she felt her nipples become fully erect. “Finally, there you are…uh” her male gym teacher, an older man, was flabbergasted. He was about to yell at Ananya for ditching, but now he was speechless, the robust woman was only covered by a tight white towel. His exclamation and confusion got the attention of the entire student group, which easily numbered 100 kids gathered in a confined area. What transpired next seemed to happen in slow motion.
Ananya stood right in front of the door. She moved a little to the side, making sure to keep her towel on. As more students turned to look, she heard many things. “Oh my god, is that the new girl?” “Wow, what is she doing?” “Ha ha, that’s the girl who wears the granny panties, you never see anything from her, she must of lost a bet! Haha”. Ananya was frozen in disbelief, but the trauma only begun. As she stood next to the door, she did not notice that it closed from the outside. So, it swung shut after Mrs. Johnson let go of the door. In a split second, the door caught Ananya’s towel. Immediately, without noticing this, Mrs Johnson pulled Ananya from the building “please move away at least 10 feet!”. In slow motion, Ananya was pulled from her towel. As she got pulled, she heard the dreadful noise of the towel being pulled. She stood still, arms extended out from her body as she went into a daze. While the reaction would last a few seconds, it transpired in what seemed like a full minute. Ananya, completely exposed from the from the front, was frozen in disbelief and fear. Her perfect, huge breasts, along with her dark brown nipples, were completely exposed and erect from the cold. Her modest upbringing meant that her bush was not shaved, it was in fact barely even trimmed! There were collective gasps from the crowd, many of whom already had their phones out recording! Laughter erupted, dozens of camera clicks could be heard, flashes were seen, men began to cat call and wolf-whistle, and the whole student group was staring right at her.
Ananya’s body began to shake. As of now, maybe 5 seconds passed, but it did not feel like it. Her legs quivered, her mouth was completely open. Almost like a cartoon character, Ananya had a comical and delayed action of looking down to confirm her worst nightmare becoming true. She finally snapped out of her horror-driven paralysis and screamed so loud that the nearby birds flew away. Both her hands went to her head, and finally realizing the severity of the situation, she finally covered her breasts and her vagina each with one arm. What did not help Ananya was that her arms were relatively skinny, and barely covered her nipples, let alone her entire breasts. She stood there, naked, barely covering herself, being filmed by dozens of horny boys and jeering girls, and who knows how many countless others on the internet. She could do nothing but stand there, covering up, her legs were still shaking uncontrollably, presenting in front of a class was hard enough, and that was with clothes!
Her mind almost collapsed. She kept thinking, “this must be a nightmare. Please just let it end.” However, the embarrassment, fear and, unfortunately for her, argument she was feeling confirmed that she was, indeed, awake and in real life. Perhaps 30 seconds passed since she lost her towel, and the two teachers were dumbfounded. Mrs. Johnson, not wanting to cover her in case of a lawsuit, tried yelling at the other students to stopped. The other teacher, Mr. Jones, was just staring like a child at Ananya. As tears rolled down Ananya’s face like raindrops, she finally chooses flight over fight and quickly turned around, praying for something to go right. She tried opening the door, realizing it locked automatically. She did not accept this, and planted both feet in the ground, and pulled with all her might. This was quite the scene, as her ass was shaking as her body went back and forth. Now, the crowd was going as wild as it was in the beginning. Snapping out of a temporary trance, Ananya gave up and tried pulling the towel out of the door. Unfortunately, the school had little money for towels, and only a small piece of it ripped off. By now, she has lost all senses, she throws the small fabric in the air, screams in terror, and begins running.
Ananya is in such flux that she does not even cover up, and unfortunately, she does not remember proper running motion from earlier. Her arms flail about she sprints away. Mrs. Johnson finally thought to hand Ananya her jacket, but by now Ananya was rounding the corner. Unsurprisingly, a new, smaller group of students were aghast at the sight of the brown, bustling beauty sprinting by. By now, she was solely focused on getting into shelter, so she sprinted by, not seeing a young freshman who was frozen in astonishment in front of her. She falls onto him, as both are knocked over. Falling over the poor (and lucky) boy, her breasts covered his entire face. Unaltered, Ananya sprung up and burst through the door, as she finally caught a break and the door opened.
By now, the fire alarm stopped, and it turns out it was only a minor gas leak. Ananya finally made it back to the locker room. With all the pressure gone, she easily opened her locker, at this point Ananya was ready to run away and completely start a new life. She started putting on her bra and slipped on her underwear. She recalled the statement of the girl who mocked her underwear, and Ananya broke down again. “How could this happen? Her life was ruined, they saw everything!” Throwing on the rest of her clothes, she ran out the locker room door towards the parking lot. Her only thought was getting home. As she neared the door which lead to her car, a few feet away from finally ending her nightmare, a group of students who saw her began funneling into the school. Immediately, they burst out laughing, some even recorded Ananya speed-walking past with her head down. The girl from earlier who mocked her in the locker room loudly exclaimed “there she is, our school’s biggest sl*t! Mrs. Modesty, huh Ananya!?” It clicked in Ananya’s head that the one-minute experience was only the beginning. She finally realized that she was recovered by dozens of people. As she finally got in her car, she pulled her phone from her bag. There were too many notifications to read; messages asking what happened, but more importantly, many Facebook notifications that tagged her profile. Basically, anyone who posted the video also tied it directly to her profile. Everyone from her hometown would see it. Ananya was too distraught to watch it, but more messages came in. Long-time friends expressed “what happened Ananya? That video was in 1080p High Definition, was that planned? You looked mortified!”
Ananya finally got home and cried for hours. Her parents quickly found out and worked through the school and a lawyer to remove all the videos. While this worked, it was far too late. The video went viral around the entire United States. By the end of the week, 20 million people saw the video. Ananya became aloof, unable to process anything. She could not even go out in public, let alone school, without being recognized. By the end of the month, her parents decided that Ananya needed a new start, and planned for Ananya to go live in India for college and live with her grandparents. At least there, Ananya could start anew, and hopefully she can forget her trauma. This would be tough, as she would be reminded of it every night in her dreams.
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Good job. Nice start. Suggest a sequel. I always like it when the nudity continues right to the end.
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Good job. Nice start. Suggest a sequel. I always like it when the nudity continues right to the end.
Thank you. I'll see where I go with it. I have some other ideas I might publish first, but I should continue to one day.
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Please write more stories!!
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I'm definitely planning on writing another story. I sent you a message, if you can I'd like your input on what I'm going to do next
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