Jenny Baker in ADP
by Gojira and Aberantoff
Background: Back in 2000, A story called "Alternate Discipline Plan" was posted in the Nude-in-Public.com Stories board. The original author, Rob, posted two parts to the story. Rob sketched out the details of the plan from Roni Johnson's point of view, as she explained it to Jenny Baker, a new student. However, Rob did not continue posting. He left us hanging with Jenny staring after her two friends on the street, saying, "little did she know her own ADP time was approaching... and rapidly!"
Two other authors continued the story of Jenny's adventures. Palmetto put a bondage spin on the story by placing poor Jenny in handcuffs because she kept trying to cover herself. Aberrantoff, the next author, continued with a story of Jenny trying to go about the rest of the day with her hands cuffed behind her back. It is my intention to pick the story up here, where Aberrantoff left off.
Rob did post the rest of his story. I don't know where he posted it, but I found the completed document on the Cronenberg Academy yahoo group web site. He did not include any of the elements of Palmetto's or Aberrantoff's additions. However, his version of the story ends with the phrase "Permission is hereby given by the author to archive and to use this story on other sites as long as the author (Rob, the roving reporter) is credited." Rob, if you read this, I hereby credit you as the author of the original story. Also, to Palmetto and Aberrantoff, I credit you as authors as well. I am only trying to improve on one of my favorite stories of all time.
I will start by including here the text created by Rob, Palmetto, and Aberantoff. They make up the first 4 parts of the story. I will continue from there.
“Are you kidding me Jenny? You have to go. Yeah, so you’re in ADP now. You’ll be in it again someday probably. But when will you get the chance to go out with Sid Reaver again? A senior! You’re so lucky!” exclaimed Roni.
The three of them, Roni, Jenny, and Melissa, who had all grown to be fairly close friends since the start of the school year, were standing at Jenny’s locker, helping her get the books she’d need for the night’s homework. Jenny could not get them herself, ADPed to the extent that she was.
“I don’t know Roni. I mean… how could I go to Dairy Queen like this? Ohmygod, I feel like I’m going to just die. I feel like everyone’s looking at me.”
This was not so far from the truth of the matter. While nudity had become a somewhat ordinary thing at Mountainview, handcuffs and clit rings were most certainly not. Girls were making not so obvious glances and guys were ogling Jenny’s completely exposed assets. She did her best to ignore them.
“Just watch the language. Unless you want it to get worse,” said Melissa, shoving Biology into Jenny’s already rather packed book bag. “You going to be able to carry this? Its kind of heavy.”
“Let me try,” said Jenny.
Melissa was right, the bag would have been a struggle to lift if carried normally, over the shoulder. And Jenny, who’s hands had been cuffed behind her for the next five days, was going to have a rather difficult time with it. She took the top handle of it in her hands and could manage to drag it along.
As if being naked and handcuffed was not humiliation enough, she thought, I now have to go everywhere dragging my book bag behind my ass.
And even dragging it soon became a struggle. As the three walked down the banks of lockers, the strap slipped from Jenny’s hands. Jenny looked behind her. The bag was on the ground, and she would have to bend over backwards, completely revealing her inner thighs and labia to anyone passing by, in the process.
She turned back around, hoping to get Melissa or Roni to do it, but it seemed that they were already halfway down the hall, and had not noticed Jenny faltering (she had already been lagging behind them due to the bag and all). She would have to get it herself.
Slowly, keeping her knees as closed as possible, she crouched, feeling behind her for the bag.
Her fingers came in contact with it and soon found the handle. The process had gone easier than she expected. Now all she had to do was stand with it and catch up with her friends.
This, it seemed, was the problem. Jenny struggled to stand, but with the bag in tow, she could not, no matter how hard she tried, bring herself upright. Her legs would have to open more in order for her to get leverage.
Already students were turning away from their lockers to see Jenny’s predicament. There she was, completely and utterly naked, in a sort of crab walk position, on the floor, breathing heavily and flushed with blood red embarrassment on her chest and cheeks.
Better to get this done with as quickly as possible, thought Jenny, and began to open her legs. All eyes watching her immediately went to her vagina, which began to stretch and part with the flexing open of her thighs.
She tried again. Still, it was not enough. She would have to further expose herself. Looking down, she could see her clit ring gleaming in the fluorescent lights.
Jenny could not stand to look at her fellow students watching her. She closed her eyes and further spread her legs. She was sure they could see everything now, and she was quite aware of her anus clenching as she exerted herself heavily, which she was sure could be seen quite easily by her onlookers. She could hear gasps from boys and girls alike, all around her. The entire locker bank had become silent, aside from these gasps. Everyone was watching her now. But none of them would help her. Perhaps they were too stunned to do anything. Perhaps they were enjoying this too much.
She gave it everything she had. She felt herself rising. Nearly there…nearly there…
Then the voice of Sid Reaver said: “You look like you need a hand, Jenny.”
Jenny opened her eyes. There he was, standing over her, not two feet away from her spread vagina, smiling down at her with ice blue eyes.
The bag slipped from her hands.
“Fuck!” said Jenny, and toppled forward, into Sid’s legs. She pushed herself away and picked herself up immediately. She noticed, looking at him, that he was now clothed. Earlier in the day she had seen everything there was to see of him…apparently the duration his ADP had completed. Now he was in jeans and a tank top. Unconsciously, she tried to turn her side to him, to limit his view.
“You know,” said Sid, picking up her bag, “it’s a good thing Marks wasn’t here when you said that. Who knows what he’d do?”
“What more could he do?” asked Jenny.
“Oh, I’m a senior, Jenny, I’ve seen things.”
Sid merely smiled, with those eyes… and threw her bag over his shoulder and began to walk outside.
“Hey! That’s my bag! Where are you going?”
“Come on,” Sid called back, “I’m taking you to get some ice cream!”
End of part 4