Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. The adventures of the Breeze continued when, in another town, he spotted a sexy little thing in a very trendy, spotted dress that showed off her great legs and slender body. It had been over a week since his school fun and if he had not had his resolute, magical staying power, he would have dissipated. Seeing this lovely lady started his strengthening immediately. He saw that she was about to cross the street, so he waited until she was in the crosswalk, right in front of some drivers that were to have the best driving delay of their lives. He swirled upward, lifting her skirt, showing off her thighs. Predictably, she tried to hold her skirt down, even stopping where she was. Once she had the front under control though, the Breeze gave a good burst upward and carried the hem of her dress out of her grasp all the way above her navel. Her panties were bright yellow and scanty. Horns honked in appreciation and she realized just how many people were staring at her underwear, so she ran until she got across the street. When she got there, she seemed safe, so she caught her breath and looked around at the cars slowly moving on and the expectant eyes of the men on the sidewalk. It was as though they thought the wind might carry her dress up again. They were right of course. The Breeze wanted more. With power and precision, he burst her skirt upward and then blasted her yellow panties down. She shrieked as her gorgeous little buns were bared on one side and her dark furry muff was bared on the other. Her knees turned in as she awkwardly tried to pull her dress back down. The Breeze let her win momentarily. It was fun watching her hold down the front of her skirt with one hand and the back with her other. From the sides, you could see the shape of her hips still. Then the Breeze shot upward again, giving a second bush and butt flash. She yanked her panties up this time and ran for all her worth as the Breeze gave a windy chuckle. That was as much as he had for a beginning, but what a beginning. And he knew his powers would grow rapidly now that he had found a new hunting ground for bareable ladies. He was about to move on, but his instincts told him to wait. He drifted upward, not wanting to leave the area, though he didn't know why. Several streets converged here around a massive, sculptured stone arch. There were plenty of passing pedestrians and also some people just enjoying the area. It was a beautiful place. What the Breeze wanted though was a beautiful woman, and he soon found one. She was very pretty in an every day sort of way. What attracted attention to her immediately were her breasts. Big and full, they were shown off in a tee shirt that clung to her. Below that was a pair of blue jeans that the Breeze could strip off with effort, but first he wanted to see those tits. He wafted through her top carefully just to see what was underneath. Nothing! This would be great. Not long ago he had developed the trick of putting himself into a rapidly spinning ball to wind clothes tight. He wanted to try it again. He left her top and spun in place, building up speed until he was ready, then he struck at the front of her shirt. Her eyes popped open wide as her shirt spun around itself like a towel being wrung dry. As a result, the material there couldn't cover her big, beautiful, sharply tan lined tits with their nice, big round softly pink nipples. The image was already burned into the memories of every man nearby. She stared at her own chest in wonder for a moment, then she threw her hands over her boobs and screamed. The Breeze was working his way into her pants as she was staring around at all the smiling faces. She was about to run, but she didn't make it before her zipper was popped open. Her pants were burst downward, baring exceptional thighs and nice shocking pink panties. She sort of bounced in place in anxiety as the attention grew. Giving off lilting little yelps, she started to shuffle away, but she couldn't take all the stares so she had to pull her jeans back up. This meant giving another real good look at her boobs. Once her jeans were back up, right as she was about to break into a run, the Breeze burst them back down again. "AAAAAAHH!!!" Her panties followed this time. Cheers and applause and laughter broke out all around as the crowd got sight of her dark triangle of bush and her ample but firm ass. Tan lines on both sides highlighted the forbidden beauty on display. Without being able to think her actions through, she even turned around to see how many people behind her were watching. She was completely dismayed to see how many there were. And now they had all gotten to see her bush! Everyone on the other side marveled at her excellent rear end before she tugged her panties back up (another tit flash!) and then her pants. This time the Breeze let her run, covering her bosom with her hands again. The Breeze felt that he was now nearly at full power. He tested this on the next beautiful woman he saw. The area around this great stone arch was a goldmine for sexy ladies. This would make three in a row without even having to search for any, all he had to do was wait. No wonder his instincts guided him here. This one had on a red dress that caught an eye easily. Her figure was what kept people looking at though. The only thing about it was that no one could really tell was if she had nice legs or not. Time to find out. The Breeze decided to test his power by lifting her dress off of her body all at once. With a sudden, unexpected gust, he swept upward, shooting her dress up her body. He wasn't quite as strong as he thought. Her dress was inverted on her, baring her bra and panties as she struggled to push her dress back down. The Breeze was actually pleased at this failure. It presented a nice opportunity. He could easily keep her dress up despite her struggle and as he did so, he twisted around the hem of it, high above her head, tying it together so that, from the armpits up, she was trapped. As she thrashed about in her clothes, the Breeze went to work on her underwear. It was far too conservative for such a great body anyway. Nice round, not-quite-big tits were exposed for a grateful crowd as he snapped the back open and blew it upwards. She was screaming now and tearing harder at her dress but the Breeze wasn't done. He forced her panties down her legs to mid calf. People shouted happily and there were some whistles as they took in the sight of her nice butt and her furry brown beaver. After half a minute or so of her humiliating circumstance, she got her dress loose and pushed it down. She stepped one foot out of her panties and rushed away, walking fast with an angry sort of pride on her face now that she was able to get away. The Breeze noted though that she was careful not to make any eye contact with anyone. The Breeze swept around the arch, enjoying its curves but he really wanted curves of a more feminine sort. He was surprised that yet again, without having to leave his little hunting ground, he spotted another lady. No! Two of them! As he got closer, he couldn't make up his mind if the curvy one he had spotted from a distance was his favorite, or if her slender friend was. Hm. It would be best to find out for sure. The slender one had on blue jeans and rather revealing halter top that she couldn't possibly have a bra under. The more voluptuous one had on jean shorts and a light top. Where to go first? He swept up into the curvy brunette's shirt to see what was under. As expected, she had on a bra, but at his current strength that shouldn't pose a problem since he knew about it. Without leaving her top completely, he swept his flowing form around the other girl's top as well. Then, once he was weaved into that clothing at all the necessary places, he struck with a sudden burst that tore apart the bra and lifted the top of the big titted girl (and what marvelous tits they were! What great nipples!) at the same time that the other girl's top was torn completely open in front, baring her adorable little boobies. The girls both screamed and covered quickly. The slender blonde held her top together with an open mouthed expression of shock. The brunette pushed her top back down as she shyly looked around to see if anyone had gotten a look. They had. A handful of onlookers were now staring wide eyed. It had only been a glimpse, but it had been a good glimpse. The Breeze was ready for better look. He swirled around their waists and quickly popped open the front of their jeans and shorts. Both girls predictably had their hands trying to fix the broken zippers and buttons on their pants when the Breeze swept their tops away from their tits again. Another glimpse but a slightly longer one and very satisfying to both the Breeze and a group of happy men. The girls looked at each other, at a loss as they held their tops in place. It was evident that they would soon make a run for it, so the Breeze delayed that in the best way possible. With a strong burst, he dropped their pants down past their knees. The brunette's pantied butt was big, round and beautiful. The little blonde was wearing a thong, so anyone behind her got a good look at her tight little round buns as she pulled her jeans back up. Before either girl could slip her pants all the way up though, the Breeze attacked their tops again. This time, he made certain to tear them completely off. Struck topless, the girls shrieked and threw their hands over their bared breasts. They started to shuffle off, but that was no good. So one arm each covered up (on the big bosom, a nipple peeked out from the crook of her arm) as they tugged up on their pants. The Breeze was looping around happily as he watched. Right as they were both about to hightail it, he dropped their pants again, but this time their panties also went along for the ride. Two hot butts, one big, one little were now accompanied by a pair of well trimmed bushes, one dark brown and the other, on the little blonde, was even darker. Funny. She had looked like she was a real blonde. The girls had to use the one arm technique on their upper bodies as they struggled for their panties, then their pants. Everyone was watching and commenting and offering unwanted compliments. The girls finally made their escape, running in public with not a stitch above the waist. The Breeze had continued to follow that pair of girls but only shortly. Among the people the girls passed was another exceptionally lovely young lady. Her voluptuous appeal was evident immediately. As the Breeze got closer, he could see the charm of her gently pretty face as well. She laughed, as so many people did, at the sight of the two topless girls rushing by. She didn't find it so funny however when her own dress was torn from her body all at once. She screamed loudly and everyone stared at her in her bra and a skimpy thong that showed off her nice big round butt. It was an comical sight, almost a dance, as she kept her hands moving around her body not certain what to cover. After a couple seconds, she realized that her beautiful booty was bared and she threw her hands behind her in a futile attempt to cover. Her hands, even with fingers spread wide, could do little to keep that excellent curve from the eyes of everyone around. With her arms down though, the Breeze had a great opportunity. He snapped her bra in the center as he burst it down her arms. She almost reacted too fast for his next trick. Almost. He cycloned himself tightly around that bra when it reached he wrists, binding them behind her so that her phenomenal jugs would stay exposed for everyone. The gratified sounds of the men around were a perfect counterpoint to her own shocked expression as she stared down at her own big tits. Then when it hit her that this had really happened, she stared around, open mouthed at everyone staring at her. A long, loud shriek of terror followed and then of course, she started to run. Bouncing (and I mean bouncing!) down the street, she caused a series of cheers, laughs and whistles that only became more intense when the Breeze burst her panties down her legs. Now, boobs and bush on display, she could only shuffle along as everyone got an eyeful. "Someone help me! I'm naked!" Wandering around, the Breeze understood better why so many women were available here. Six streets converged on this point, all of them with shopping available. It was designed to accomodate foot traffic, so ladies out buying or even just window shopping would abound, especially on a nice day like this one. The weather was perfectly comfortable except for that one element, the Breeze himself. Here was another beautiful and bosomy woman who could provide entertainment. She strutted down the sidewalk, expensive dress and high heels, sunglasses that let her keep from making eye contact with any males who noticed her. She had a few bags with her, so it was obvious that she already had spent a good deal. With so many new clothes, she didn't really need what she was wearing did she? The Breeze slipped into the top of her outfit and wrapped himself around the straps of her dress and bra. For an appetizer, he slipped them all down without breaking them. Her incredible, broad nippled, tan lined knockers changed the unobstrusive glances around her into very direct, wide eyed stares. Her perfect hauteur was replaced by adorable shock. She dropped her bags and clapped her hands onto her tits. No one could see her eyes behind the shades, but her eyebrows were arched up and her mouth had a pretty `O' of surprise. One arm across her breasts (but with a nipple peeking out) her other hand slipped one side of her bra and dress back up. Then her arms switched (and yes, the other nipple was bared again). She picked up her bags and her stride increased just noticeably. Once she felt like she was a few steps away from the men who had enjoyed her display, her demeanor returned to smugness. It wouldn't last. The Breeze went in for another trick, lifting her skirt up in a great and lasting gust. Again, she turned to sweet embarrassment as she struggled to push it down. No one had gotten a glimpse of her underwear but her very toned legs were incredible. Keeping the upward wind going, the Breeze slipped his stream up through her dress as well and, with impeccable timing, reversed flow, slipping her dress down to a heap at her feet. Now she let out a very little screech as her black bra and thong were exposed on the street. She had a great, muscular body, just a little bit of body fat to enhance the curve of that rear and quite a bit in her bra, though remarkably, almost none on that very well defined belly. Several people burst out in laughter as she crouched down and struggled to get her dress back up. Once she had it on, she grabbed her bags, (losing one in her haste to get away) and stepped away quickly. The Breeze followed for a few blocks, allowing her start to feel safe again. Once her rushed footsteps became an easy stride again, he got ready for his final attack. She was waiting at a crosswalk as he slid gently into her dress but this time she noticed the unexpected coolness and recognized it. "Oh no! Not Again!" This brought the attention of several other people waiting for the sign to change. She held her arms tight around herself to keep her dress on and this made everyone think she might be just a bit unstable mentally. Then, instead of whipping up or down, her dress inflated a bit as the Breeze expanded. A sudden explosion outward tore away not only her dress, but the lingerie beneath it. "Wh-what? eEEeeeEE!!! I'm naked!" Everything was on display, her incredible physique from legs, to butt to lightly furred pussy to belly to back to those great hooters and a great tan except of course for the area of her bikini lines. She was panicked into moving too fast and that gave everyone a better show as she wriggled into one of the dresses from one of her bags. Until it was on she was bared to the public. Once it was on and she had breathed a sigh of desperate relief, the Breeze burst this second dress right off of her. Butt naked again in moments. "NO! NOOOOOO!" After a handful of seconds of a knock kneed, pigeon toed panic pose, she grabbed her shopping bags, used them as best as she could to cover her front and rushed into the nearest building. The Breeze looped along looking for more. He kept up his searching spiral around the great stone arch and the surrounding streets. Then he found a trio of pretty young women who were all in very giggly good spirits. While he hated to ruin their day, he felt a duty to expose some more tits to the world. The three had lovely figures, neither voluptuous nor slender. A brunette with light long hair, a short haired blond and dark haired girl with a ponytail. With three quick and forceful loops, the Breeze lifted one top, then the next, then dropped the dark haired girl's pants and panties. Tits! Tits! Pussy! And the shocked and happy stares from around were a great reward as the girls restored their modesty quickly. "What was that?" "I don't know!" "Let's get out of here!" So they picked up their pace but only got a few steps away before the Breeze struck again, this time going the opposite direction lifting two tops and this time dropping the bottoms of the light haired brunette. Again it was tits, tits and pussy in fast order. The girls shrieked with a panic of recognition now that it had happened again. The girls covered even quicker this time (though a real good glimpse was had by those around to see it). The three girls had more than an inkling that it would happen again and of course they were right. They had begun to trot this time as they crossed a street and went on their way. The moment they were past the curb it was time for the third stripping. This time the brunette's tops both flipped up and the blonde had her pretty shaved beaver bared. "How is this happening?" "We've got to get inside!," one of them suggested. So they ran into the nearest possible place, a restaurant. Without any recognition of their odd panic, they were asked, "How many?" "Uhm, three?" The girls weren't hungry, but they didn't dare step back out into that stripping wind. They were led along in between tables as the Breeze slipped himself inside. There had been a time when the inside of a building might have protected the girls, but he had more than enough experience now at keeping up a small, steady circle to survive with no fear. He waited until the lovely trio was just about at the exact center of the room. Less than half the tables were full since it was between lunch and dinner, but there were still more than enough to comprise an embarrassing audience. This time the Breeze went after the tops first. Though it was harder to do indoors than out, in rapid succession, he managed to get all three girls topless; topless and shrieking in surprised embarrassment as plates and silverware clattered all around in the excitement. The diners got a good look at each pair, if only quick ones. The shocked young women had their boobs covered as they blushed and tried to decide what to do next. They took a moment too long as three pairs of shorts were dropped to their ankles. Two pairs of pretty panties and one very revealing thong were right out in the open. "It's happening again!" "What do we do?" "Everyone's looking!" The girls hadn't wanted to move their hands from their breasts, but the Breeze wanted more upper exposure. Easy to get. He simply dropped the underwear. The loud triple scream was a siren song, not that the sound was needed to attract anyone's attention. The girls could ignore their exposed undergarments, but now everyone could see their beautiful young beavers. As one, the girls reached down and struggled to get their panties back up, boobies back in everyone's view now that their hands were busy elsewhere. Feeling the need to escape now, the girls also slid their shorts back up so the six spectacular tits were still on display until their bottoms were well covered. As the girls covered their boobies again, they couldn't help staring around at their admirers with wonderful looks of terror and disgust. The Breeze of course had been looping around happily, just waiting to strike again. The moment the girls seemed to have come to a collective decision about which way to run, the Breeze dropped their pants and panties again! "NO!" "AyAAH!" "MnnM!" Again there was a desperate scramble to fix their bottomlessness. The Breeze, with his expert skill, had separated the underwear from the clothes on the way down so it took two separate pull ups to get covered again. The girls started running again toward the door. The ladies room would have been a better idea, but they were just too panicked to think of it. They only made it a little way before they were stripped bare pussy naked a third time. By now the crowd was cheering and whistling and applauding and laughing as the girls got covered again. A fourth time the pants and panties dropped. The crowd got louder, so to escape, the stupefied young ladies shuffled along, covering boobs with one arm each and beaver with one hand. As the three pretty young butts scurried as fast as their bound ankles would allow, a waiter shouted, "Sorry to have you leave, but we do have a dress code!" If their hands hadn't been so busy, they would have flipped him off. Once they were out the door, they realized that they were no more protected outside. The people on the sidewalk were stunned to see them emerge in their nakedness. So it was that the girls had to pull up their bottoms again only to have them torn away completely. Stripped fully nude now, the girls huddled together for several seconds for protection, then broke into a naked run, dodging around the gratified spectators. It was soon after that the Breeze spotted his next subject, and still in the same area. She was tall, with hair that seemed not to be blonde or brunette, but exactly in between. She was wearing a dress that buttoned up all the way from the top to the hem. Thinking for a moment about the best way to go about removing it, he was struck with an interesting idea. It was time to get creative again. He started simply enough. He swirled her dress up a bit, Seven Year Itch style, to give everyone a good look at those long, curvaceous legs along with some good peeks at the white panties she was wearing. She tried to force her dress down, but succeeded only making the spectacle an enjoyable little struggle. Then he stopped. He had a good idea about how she would move when he did it again. This was important because this next trick would take the timing and skill. Even for him this would be unlikely but he wanted it so bad. He started her skirt flying again, and again, predictably, she pushed down at it, her hands right where he wanted them. Several buttons tore away from the bottom of her dress, causing it to part. Before she even knew that had happened, the Breeze had carried the corners of her dress around her wrists where, with great speed in very tight circles, he had them tied around her wrists. Her dress stopped blowing but when she relaxed her arms, the front of her dress opened just enough to give a very slight panty peek. "Oh!" Seeing the way her dress had become impossibly entangled, she tried to loosen it but the Breeze had done such a good job of it that she had trouble just finding where to start. With a sudden downward burst, the Breeze dropped the top of her dress, revealing a pair of exceptional, bra-less knockers. She had been supremely irritated before. Now she was stunned into wide eyed silence as gawkers got a good look at her tits. Her hands shot to her chest to cover as she turned bright red. With her hands up and her dress tied to them, her panties came completely into view, so, of course, the Breeze burst her panties to her ankles. A couple loud cheers accompanied the sudden exposure of the black bush that revealed that her rare hair color was a dye job. A high pitched scream sounded, then the lady's hands shot down to cover her beaver, leaving her boobs bare again. "Don't look! Stop looking at me!! AAAH!!" Keeping one hand over her bush, her other hand struggled to replace the top of her dress. Once that was done, right as she was about to reach for her misplaced panties, the Breeze dropped her top again. A shrill yelp and her hands covered her breasts again. That gave the now growing audience a real good look at the very dark fur she had below. Looking down at the exposure that she just remembered, she shrieked in panic. She put one hand below and stared bewildered at the smiles that surrounded her. "No, oh no! How is this happening?" She crouched down for cover now as she replaced her top and then grabbed her panties, sliding them up her legs as she rose. Catching her breath now, she started walking away quickly. Again, the Breeze had her outmaneuvered. After just a few footsteps, he started raising her dress again. To avoid the trouble, she started running. There was no way to outpace the Breeze though, so as soon as she was in position, he struck again. Under an ornate shop sign, the Breeze blasted with great force to carry her dress up and almost off of her. Almost. It stayed wrapped around her wrists and this forced her arms up for a moment. The dress looped around that sign tightly. She was stuck, shackled by her own dress, arms up, stripped to her panties on a public street. She pulled frantically to get her arms down but to no avail. With a great many eyes on her bare tits, she suddenly stared around and screamed. Then she pulled hard but with no greater effect. Then she screamed again. It was wonderful, but not complete. The Breeze finished this display by blowing her panties down to give any onlooker a complete view of her naked body. How much fun can one little bit of wind have? As he swirled around, he eventually spotted another beautiful young woman in an amazing outfit. It was designed both by color and exposure to attract a lot of attention and it certainly got the Breeze's. Her top was bright yellow and though it allowed no cleavage, it covered none of her spectacular stomach. She also had on a blue miniskirt that left very little to the imagination. Her lovely, lithe legs were on display and the skirt was tight enough that the curves of her hips and butt were amplified by the bright color. Small as it was, the Breeze didn't think it was revealing enough. Rather than strip it away right off, he decided to perform his spin trick. Tightening himself into a ball of circling speed, he swept down and held that spin right in the center of her top. In a blur, the front of her top was twisted around itself so that it covered very little. He had also gripped the bra underneath. The force of the spin snapped it in back and it was wrapped around her top in that impossible knot. So it was that her beautiful medium tits were exposed. Great, perfectly placed nipples, but what struck one the most looking at that pretty pair was the incredible, almost unbelievable firmness of them. Speaking of unbelievable, the young lady stared down at her ruined top with wide eyes, wondering if this had really happened. The discomfort of it told the truth though, her shirt and bra were reduced to a strap of cloth above her boobs. Everyone could see her boobs! The sudden shock of this prompted three notes of musical squeals as she clasped her hands on her boobs. In an awkward pose of embarrassment, she looked around at everyone who was staring at her. Again she screamed and started trotting away. As she rushed, she tried to unravel her top which slowed her down enough for everyone to get a good look at her attributes and comment. "Whoa! Check her out!" "Nice tits!" "Hey, bounce this way!" This quickened her pace a bit but only until the Breeze spun at the front of her skirt. He continued his spin as he circled her waist making the whole thing into a bright blue belt rather than a bright blue miniskirt. Having her panties exposed gave the girl another sudden shock of uneasiness but it wasn't nearly as bad as having her tits on display so she kept working at her top. She was about to make some progress but the Breeze spun at the back of her panties. This twisted the back of them around, revealing her cheeks (quite impressive cheeks!) before he tugged upward, wedgieing it so that her pert butt was totally bared. To say that the twisted panties were uncomfortable was putting it mildly. That and the shock of another forbidden bit of skin being bared made the poor girl stop in place for several moments, one hand trying to cover her boobs (missing both nipples slightly in her panic) and the other across her butt. She just didn't know what to do until she spotted a taxi. "TAXI! Stop!! Stop! NO! Stop! Get back here!" Too late to hail that one and her boobs and butt were still being ogled by so many strangers. She rushed down the street, hoping to get a cab but the Breeze wasn't done spinning her clothes. This time he went after the front of her panties. He twisted and lifted them causing a frontal wedgie. A bit of pubic hair peeped out around the now narrow front of the underwear but what everyone really stared at were the very smooth lips that concealed the little strip of fabric. Now, doing a sort of bouncing dance of distress, she pulled at her panties to free them from her pussy. There wasn't much width to the material now so she was a several moments placing it as well as she could up front. Just when she finished, she spotted another taxi and almost stepped in front of it. She was in the back of it quickly and the cabbie, too bewildered to be happy just yet, gawked at her as he asked, "Wh-where to lady?" "Anywhere! Just get me out of here!" How long could this last? Long enough for a great string of pranks on five women walking down one sidewalk. They weren't all together so at first the Breeze, with much chagrin, thought that he would have to choose just one of these five lovelies. But he wouldn't be the Breeze we all know and love if he didn't at least try. Sweeping along quickly, he lifted one skirt, then another a few feet away. Spectacular legs! And with the two sudden yelps at the exposure, people stopped their mindless marching on just in time to see the third pretty lady get her top blown up high enough to reveal her bra. Not good enough. The Breeze, immediately upon seeing the undergarment, popped it and carried it up too. Bare tits right there in public. Another top was lifted with nothing below it and a last had her top and bra lifted. Two breezy skirts and three tit shots had everyone's attention now. The Breeze doubled back and was pleased that none of the women had yet made her escape. None of them realized that this sudden unexplainable wind was going to keep at them. To make certain they would stay close, he went after clothing below the waist this time. A pair of slacks dropped (tight little white panties!). A pair of jeans popped open and dropped (a thong! Nice ass!). A pair of shorts slid down (yellow panties!). A skirt dropped (Another thong and what a nice big round butt!). The last skirt didn't just drop, the Breeze tore it away while the flabbergasted woman was still staring at the rest of the falling clothing. She screamed as everyone could now see what she was wearing underneath. Nothing! She clasped a hand over her bush. The Breeze was carrying her skirt back toward the other women and she followed it dutifully, bare ass charging around the onlookers and the other poor ladies all of whom were pulling back up their bottoms. As the skirt chaser got past the last of the women, the Breeze promptly switched directions, compelling her to race back the way she came. The purloined skirt followed his path as he quickly redepantsed one woman, then another this time taking down underwear as well. Squawks were becoming screams now as the Breeze ripped the top and bra of the next lady and carried them along as well. She gave a startled shout at her toplessness before she started giving chase to her flying clothes. Now there was one bottomless woman and one topless rushing around the sidewalk in a panic. The Breeze raced around the last woman in line slowing enough for her to grab the stolen clothes. "Thank you!!," both of the half naked women shouted. Then their savior's skirt and the panties underneath burst away. People started laughing at the humor as one woman chased her escaping clothes, still holding onto a skirt and shirt that didn't belong to her. This meant that the other two women had to follow her screaming in rage as they chased one of their fellow stripping victims. Of course the Breeze made certain that they ran past the other two women and in the process he took another top and a pair of pants. He didn't have the time to get the panties that were exposed by that last rip but now the chase for the flying clothing was more frantic with all five women screaming and running and bouncing. Turning back around, keeping the clothes just out of reach, the Breeze snagged the cowboy hat off a spectator. Just the thing for a round up like this. It was the first time he had ever made his presence that apparent. The flying cowboy hat trailed behind it the clothes he had torn off the women. Right on cue, a little girl fight started. "Give me back my top you idiot!" "And my skirt!" In that moment, the only woman to have caught anything realized that she was still carrying the other women's clothing. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" but even as she said this, she suddenly placed one item in front of her pussy and one over her butt. Two women ran in a wide circle around the other three who were now engaged in a comical tug of war over the protection they all wanted. The Breeze threw what he was carrying high up in order to steal more clothes. As two women looked up with eager eyes as they saw their clothes coming back down, the Breeze took his chance to rip more from them. Shrieks of humiliated panic sounded as the Breeze, now at his strongest, promptly had them both stripped to their panties. They covered their tits (though everyone had gotten a good glimpse) as the clothes hit the ground. Now the panty bare pair ran a crouching chase after the shredded clothes. The Breeze's cowboy hat was low to the ground now as the stolen clothing was dragged along the sidewalk behind him in a circle around the other women. This went on for only two seconds (two seconds of the panty pair having to constantly reach for the clothes and give good titty peeks) until the other women noticed the clothes on the ground following the hat. The garments they were fighting over were torn worse than before, so these relatively intact items looked appealing. The clothes on the ground found the wrong hands and what had been a three way struggle for clothing became a five woman free for all as clothes were grabbed and pulled away from each other. The Breeze lent a hand anywhere he had to see to it that the girls would keep on feuding without any of them getting enough cover to run away. As he did that, he also of course carried away what was left, one item at a time. Blouse! Shorts! Bra! Panties! Panties! Shirt! Panties! Bra! With that, it was all gone. The Breeze, and a gathering crowd of amazed males, had been loving the struggle for all the torn clothes. It was time for it to end though, the Breeze decided. With a powerful, swirling updraft every bit of the torn clothing was pulled away from the women and carried up and away. With forlorn stares, the sexy septet stared after it all. With the overwhelming distraction of their struggle ended, the full import of this debacle hit home. Looking down at herself, one woman shrieked, "I'm naked! I'm naked!" "We're all naked!!," another woman shouted. Then there was a scream from them all, a wonderful, shrill chorus of embarrassment as they all tried to cover their naked bodies. Two covered their tits, two covered their pussies and one, oddly enough, threw her hands over her butt leaving her entire front on display. Then they all scattered, running away from each other and especially the lecherous crowd around them. As they rushed away, the Breeze returned the cowboy hat to its rightful owner. After seeing all of that windy magic, it didn't surprise the man at all to hear the Breeze's usually inaudible voice whisper in his ear, "Thanks, pardner!" With a smile, the cowboy answered, "Anytime!" A great ending to his pranks for the day, except... he wasn't done. His power wasn't fading at all. If anything, he was a bit stronger than before his round up. What could be left though? He swept around for more than an hour without finding a reasonable target for his craft, but anytime he started to drift away, he felt the pull of instinct that kept him in place. Curious and more than a little bored from circling the area, he got close to ground level when he spotted a news crew setting up. Now here was an opportunity! The lovely young lady who was to deliver the report definitely deserved his attention. The Breeze wanted to wait for the camera and he was glad he did when he overheard the crew mention that it would be a live report. The Breeze swirled gently around the sweet looking dark haired reporter. She was maybe twenty eight, asian or at least mostly so. Every feature of her was elegant. Would that be true of what lay underneath those television worthy clothes? Once it was set up and rolling the Breeze listened for a while. She told the audience who she was and where she was reporting from. The Breeze really perked up with the next words, "...where several incidents of public nudity have occurred over the course of a few hours. The mystery involving them is that several eye witnesses swear that the exposure was always caused by freak winds." He was famous! He had never really concerned himself about getting any credit for his work but it was more than welcome. Of course most people hearing the report, and indeed, from the tone in her voice the reporter herself, would never believe it. It seemed that he would just have to prove it. Just as she started to compare today's strippings to a series of strange incidents reported from a school not long ago, the Breeze struck. He had carefully wound himself into her clothing for maximum power and control. He was surprised at how professionally she disregarded the sensation of having a bit of wind move with slow deliberation through her wardrobe but that detachment was about to come to a quick end. Her skirt blew upward for a moment just to give her and the audience warning of what was about to happen. "What in the world!" When her blouse and bra burst open, she squawked and covered with remarkable reflexes. In the very next instant everything below her waist, skirt, panty hose and panties all were carried past her knees. Her squawk became a shriek as she reached down for them but this only allowed the Breeze to force her upper clothing down her arms. A rapid cyclone had her arms pinned behind her so there she stood, full frontal naked with her amazing boobs and very well trimmed black bush on display. She was, in fact, as elegant all over as the Breeze had hoped, poetically curved and now everyone knew it. "Stop the camera! Stop it!" The feed died, but the Breeze was happy having given this extraordinary moment to everyone watching at home. Still, his time wasn't finished. He could feel the pull of duty as he swept himself away faster than he had ever traveled before. He homed in with his unbelievable speed on the television studio where the news broadcast was taking place. The Breeze saw right away the object of his hasty travel. The anchorwoman was amazing. This channel's news must be very popular among men. She was beautiful and she was busty. Her clothes, though very professional, didn't hide that. The Breeze spun in place happily at the thought of what he was about to do. There was still a bit of disorder after his prank on the lovely street reporter. The Breeze could see frantic movement behind the cameras and the anchorwoman responded to something spoken in her ear piece. "About the earlier incident folks, I'm now receiving word--" She didn't get to finish. Just as she was about to mention the stripping of her colleague, her own clothes were burst. The Breeze tore her top and bra open wide putting on display a great set of bouncy jugs that would be the news highlight of the year. She didn't quite scream. She made some odd sounds of discomfort as she tried to pull her top together. Exactly what the Breeze wanted. He had torn the edges of it away so that it couldn't be used as effective cover. Her nipples just barely showed despite her efforts at concealment. The camera man really should have stopped filming her, but his immediate male instinct kept him from thinking straight, so not only was he still focused on her, he followed her as she got up and tried to rush from the studio. At the perfect moment, the Breeze swirled down into the woman's pants, taking everything down so that the viewers got to see her voluptuous butt. The unfortunate newscaster, who no one would ever take seriously again, did a sort of twirling trip in her attempt to pull her pants back up while moving. So she ended up falling on that beautiful butt. Her face was pure dread as she saw that the camera was still filming her, big bare boobs and thick brown bush out in the open. It lasted only half a second, then her shriek of rage was cut off for the viewers, replaced by a notice claiming "Technical Difficulties" The Breeze could sense the change even as it happened, so he let her go on her denuded way. He slipped out of the building as quickly as he entered, feeling, at last, the end of his time. He faded to a gust. This lean time would be entertained by remembrances of the day's strippings, particularly the last two, as they would be reviewed so heavily after the fact. Some people thought it was a bizarre publicity stunt. No matter how many times the footage was watched and slowed down, both by professional and any lucky amateur who had a recording or got one off the internet, no rational explanation could be seen for the rended clothes. No wires, no tricks of any kind. It did truly appear as though the wind were ripping at the women's attire. Knowing this brought a gleam to the Breeze's insubstantial form.