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 A Christmas Breeze

   There was a wintry chill in the air that would have been uncomfortable
for a human being, but to a breeze, it was a lovely sensation.  Our beloved
elemental trickster wafted along, feeling the coolness move through him. 
After quite some time, he realized that there was another pleasant feeling
along with it.  That sensation was the pull of destiny.  He was being drawn
through that mysterious instinct again to some place that could use his
talents.

   Over treetops and across a beautiful natural landscape, the Breeze
traveled rapidly.  Eventually he got to a city.  No surprise there of
course.  This, however would not be one of his meandering, random
adventures.  There was a specific place, a certain structure that housed a
thriving mass of humanity in need of Christmas cheer.  A shopping mall!  A
great, massive shopping mall!

   The Breeze was already overjoyed at the prospect of sweeping through
stores and relieving pretty shoppers of their burdens by replacing them
with the greater burden of hiding their public nudity!  It was a bit odd
really, that he should be given this wonderful Christmas gift, considering
what a naughty breeze he really was.  The gift, of course, is really to us,
his ardent admirers and followers, who have for too long waited for another
helping of windy fun.  Happy holidays everyone!  I hope you all love this
as much as I do!

   The Breeze found it easy to get inside of course.  You can't keep out
the wind.  The place was so huge that it was amazing to see it so full of
people.  Christmas music sang over the speakers, people pushed through each
other and bright signs advertised sales.  No one looked like they were in
very good spirits though.  Apparently Christmas shopping was not an
enjoyable task for everyone.  Ah well, the Breeze would certainly enjoy his
shopping.

   He began looking for some lovely lady that could use his windy
influence. It took a bit, because his instincts had not kicked in as
strongly as they would.  But then there she was!  What a pretty woman! 
Twenty seven maybe?  Very blonde.  The Breeze could see why he had been
brought to this pretty woman right away.  A skirt.  Most women were wearing
pants here, probably on account of the cold.  This one would be an easy
first stripping though.

   The Breeze floated down to the floor and made his way around until he
was near her.  He played with the hem of her long skirt flirtatiously,
making it sway so that people would notice.  She noticed it herself, but it
wasn't an annoyance yet.  Then there was a quick but soft gust that sent it
up to her knees.  Not embarrassing yet, but it certainly did catch a few
glances.  The Breeze billowed up into her skirt to see what she had on
underneath.  He was happy to see that she was one of those wonderful women
that favored thongs.  Great buns!  He had to share them with the world so,
leaving her skirt, he forced the shopping bag from one of her hands and
scooted it along a bit.  Predictably, she bent over to pick it up, and that
was the moment he was waiting for.  WOOSH!  Her skirt flew up, revealing
her bare, bent over buns!  "OH!" She straightened right up, but the Breeze
was still blowing at her skirt, keeping it up and leaving her derrierre
bare.  Red faced, she pressed her skirt down in back until the Breeze
stopped.  She held stock still, but her eyes moved all around, noticing the
happy stares.  She cautiously picked her bag back up and moved on.  The
Breeze let her make it a way along so that she would not be expecting
another gust.  Then, right when he noticed that lots of men were stealing
glances at the lovely lady, he swept under her and forced that dress upward
again.  Her glorious legs were exposed, along with her thong and the
beautiful ass that it didn't cover.  She shrieked, dropped her bags, and
pulled a Marilyn Monroe.  She might have run if it weren't for the fact
that she wasn't going to leave her purchases behind.  The Breeze focused
his efforts then on the back of her skirt, so that she would have to put
both hands there.  It worked wonderfully, and once the front of her skirt
was unprotected, he flew it upward there as strong as he could.  In the
very next instant, before the poor woman could even react, he was in her
underwear.  It burst down her legs, letting everyone nearby get a good look
at her wonderfully blonde beaver.  "AAaah!!  What's happening!" She threw
her hands back over her front again.  The Breeze responded by returning to
the back of her skirt to give everyone a look at her naked ass.  The skirt
began to twist as it blew, and in another moment it ripped loudly off of
her body.  The panties that had been around her knees departed with it,
leaving her bottomless in a very crowded shopping mall!  With a long,
constant, pitiful whine, she picked up her bags, positioned one over her
bush and one behind her buns.  She ran into the nearest store, hoping for
cover.

   What a wonderful beginning, and already his strength was building.  He
ran along the crowd pushing past people, and the disruption of his gust
bothered quite a few.  Then he spotted another mark.  Sexy!  Dark red hair
on a woman that managed to be attractive despite the sour look she had from
having spent too much time fighting the crowd.  At first the Breeze thought
that it was time for some tits.  Then he wondered if this woman's hair
color was genuine or not.  It was a tantalizing thought.  Her beaver would
undoubtedly be a wondrous sight, but wouldn't it be wonderful and
christmassy if it were really that red?  He had to know.

   So he circled her waist, keeping up with her tired, overshopped pace. 
Little by little he worked his way along her belt and into her zipper.  Her
stride slacked when she thought she felt her belt coming undone.  She
looked down and was surprised to find that it was open.  The Breeze wanted
attention for the next moment, so he sounded out a sharp, windy whistle
that brought glances from all sides.  Then POP!  her pants and panties were
dropped to her knees.  She shrieked piercingly as her wonderfully curved
ass and her red bush (Yes, it did match her hair!  How wonderfully
festive!) was exposed in the middle of a crowd.  She dropped her bags and
pulled her pants up quickly.  Not quickly enough of course, as a few happy
murmurs and chuckles let her know.  While she fumbled with her belt, the
Breeze got ready again.  With a powerful blast, he pulled those pants out
of her grasp and all the way down her legs to her ankles!  "OH MY GOD!"
That thick, dark red forest of fur met with a bit of actual applause.  What
was worse, with her pants down like that, she couldn't even escape.  She
reached down for them (great bare ass bend over!) and again started to put
them back in order.  She glanced at her bags, reluctant to leave them
behind.  The Breeze knew that she wasn't running yet, so he decided to go
with his first impulse.  It was time for some tit.  The unfortunate lady
was just zipping up when the Breeze blasted the front of her sweater up. 
No bra.  What a considerate woman to make it so easy for him.  Nice tits,
big, but delicately shaped with broad, light pink nipples.  Making the
whole ordeal even more fun, she didn't pull it down right away.  She was
more afraid of losing her pants again, so she made damn well certain to
have them belted before she worried about her top.  It was a good long look
at her bare boobs for the Breeze and a happy crowd.  Then she yanked her
top down, muttered some curses, and started to push her way away, escaping
as fast as she could.

   The Breeze was done baring her, but he couldn't let her walk away like
that.  He was too grateful.  So he swept along the floor, pushing her
shopping bags along until they ended up close enough to her that she
stopped, surprised, and picked them up.

   Marvelous fun already.  The Breeze flew along the jaded crowd, but saw
nothing enticing for a bit, so he stopped in a clothing store.  He swept
past clothing racks, making the garments sway in his wake.  He made his way
back to the changing rooms for some fun.  He found a sexy woman there for
sure.  No one was around to watch though, so he wasn't certain what to do.
He always craved witnesses for his pranks.  He thought about just finding
another woman, but the lovely lady that was trying of outfits was one of a
kind.  Oh, she was wonderful She had a confident, classy kind of look, even
only partially dressed.  She was protected back there though, and even a
breeze as patient as our hero couldn't wait for her that long.  He watched
her a bit as she put things on and took them off.  He realized what he
could do during a wonderful moment when she was stripped to her panties. 
With speed and desperation, the Breeze swirled around the changing room
grabbing up every bit of clothing.  "What in the world!  What's happening!
Hey!" She wasn't fast enough to save anything.  She watched it all sweep
out and leave her stranded.  "Ah!  Oh no!"

   The Breeze carried it all out and then proceeded to ravage his way
through the store, knocking items off of shelves and racks and infuriating
the ladies who worked there.  They were all too busy at that moment to
realize that there was a customer in back demanding help.  The Breeze flew
back to his lovely victim, making certain to interefere with the sound of
her escalating shouts.

   When she felt the sweep of the wind against her skin, she panicked. 
Then, to her amazement, the panties she was wearing met the same fate as
the other clothes had.  "This can't be happening!" But it was!  A piece of
wind had torn the last of her clothes from her body, leaving her totally
naked.  She didn't have to worry about that for long.  Out in the store was
an area filled with special sales and clearance items.  Of course during
the winter, the store wasn't selling many swimsuits, so they were there,
marked down greatly.  The Breeze picked one up and hustled back to the
naked beauty.  She was just getting up the nerve to open the door to her
changing room, but she didn't know why.  She couldn't walk outside. 
Salvation came in a dubious form.  For a moment she felt grateful to have
some cover.  Then she realized just how skimpy the bikini was!  "NO!  Oh I
can't wear this!" What choice did she have though?

   She swallowed hard and held up the swimsuit.  It was smaller than
anything she would ever wear willingly.  "Oh this is ridiculous." She
considered just calling for help again, but she didn't understand why she
hadn't gotten help already.

   The Breeze could have watched her there, but he wanted the drama of
seeing her step out in the bikini he'd chosen.  The door practically
trembled when she opened it.  Wonderful!  The Breeze looped in celebration!
Her magnificent body was so perfectly curved.  She was just slightly
voluptuous, enough to really fill out a bikini.  Not that there was much of
this one to fill!  The top was so small on her spectacular tits!  It didn't
even make it to the lowest part of them, so her underboob was out there to
see.  Besides that, it seemed like it was barely wider than her areolas
would be.  Then there were the bottoms!  From behind you could see her bare
ass in that thong.  In front they were smaller than her `hair style'
allowed for.  Her dark bush peeked up above the top.

   Chin quivering and one hand over her lower exposure, she took little
shaky steps out into the store.  The Breeze was truly a master of his craft
though.  He had it set up so that one of the first things she would notice
would be her purse, close to the entrance.  The nearly naked, unwilling
bikini beauty took a couple nervous steps, then she sprinted to her purse.
It couldn't have been better.  That little run of course ended with the
purse being sent out of the store by a well timed gust.  It was right at
the last moment, so she chased it while she was still moving too fast to
consider otherwise.  Then, there she was, right out amongst a fast moving
crowd of people, barely dressed at all.

   It hit her that she was so scantily clad, but her purse was right there,
right within reach.  She had to move around the people, all of whom were
staring.  Some of them stopped to get a good look.  "Nice ass!" "Nice
tits!" Other such appraisals rang out happily and the lovely lady blushed
deeply, avoiding any eye contact.  Once she had her purse, she held it
behind her, covering her bum.  She couldn't help looking around now, but it
was torture with so many eyes roaming over the expanse of skin.  Right as
she started moving, the Breeze knocked her purse from her grip, stopping
her in her tracks and extending the public bikini show.  There were a few
whistles and some applause.  When she turned in place, she saw something
terrible.  She was on the second floor of the building and the Breeze was
sending her purse over the edge of a barrier, to the floor below.

   "NO!" She looked down at it helplessly.  It was right there and there
was an escalator close.  But that meant she'd have to keep walking through
this crowd in that undersized swimsuit.  She heard one of the women from
the store shouting at her, now that she had been noticed.  She ignored it.
She had to get her purse.  She trotted, boobs bouncing, to the escalator.
She could practically feel the stares all around.  She refused to look at
anyone.  She just kept her attention on her purse.  She pressed past the
other people on the escalator.  Some of them really enjoyed that.

   She was still the subject of mob scrutiny when she got to the lower
floor.  "Look at that!" "What's she wearing?" "What's she not wearing!" "I
can almost see everything!" The commentary was constant.  She continued
blushing and staring at the floor rather than at any person.  She saw
someone pick up her purse.  "Hey!  That's mine!" She was lucky that the man
who had it wasn't intending to keep it.  He hadn't spotted her yet, so when
he looked for that voice, he was stunned at her appearance.  He smiled
broadly and held the purse out.  When she finally stopped her race walk,
she realized just how much she was trembling.  She was grateful to the
purse finder.  "Thank you!  Thank you!" That was all she had time for
though.  Now that she had her purse again, held over her bare buns, she ran
as fast as she could back upstairs to the store.  The women working there
were all chuckling.  They didn't know why or how that had happened, but it
was going to be a great story all year long.

   The Breeze wasn't quite finished, though.  Nearly naked, as wonderful as
it is, isn't the same as naked.  He knocked the purse from her grasp one
last time.  He didn't blow it away.  He just wanted her to stop a moment.
She felt the windy touch at her borrowed bikini, but she didn't realize
that she was in for another disaster.  Once she stood up though, the itty
bitty top burst from her body, and the bottoms were shot down her legs to
her ankles.  She had been remarkably quiet until that moment, when she let
out the loudest shriek of her life.  She held her purse in front of her
glorious tits, but that left her beautiful ass and her perfect triangle of
dark fur bare for the crowd.  Her first few steps, on account of the
bottoms at her ankles, were short ones.  Then one foot slid out, and she
was free to move as fast as she could back to the dressing rooms.

   The Breeze swirled and swooped through the place happily.  Though he had
long ago learned the trick of surviving indoors, he still needed to move.
He had to keep going, taking advantage of the size of the shopping center.
So it was some minutes, more than half an hour, before he really searched
out his next victim.  What he found was a delightful young shopper talking
loudly into her cell phone.  She was thin, pretty, dark haired, blue eyed
and light skinned.  The Breeze started his fun by creeping into her pants.
That had the effect of stopping the lovely lady in midsentence, but only
momentarily.  She was the type that got really involved in her calls.  The
Breeze wondered just how far he could get without making her hang up.

   With his practiced speed and precision, he undid her pants and dropped
them to her knees, revealing cute pink panties, tight on an adorable lower
body.  "Oh!  What!" She reached down and got her pants back up as fast as
possible, but she didn't even drop her phone to do it.  In fact, she was
right back on it the instant her pants were back at her waist.  One hand
was zipping them back up, while she explained to whoever was on the other
end, "My pants fell down!  Right out in public!  Yes!  I'm at the mall! 
Can you believe that?" She wasn't quite oblivious to the attention she had
gotten, but the comfort of the phone kept her from too much embarrassment.
Could she do that again?  The Breeze repeated that performance exactly,
dropping her pants to her knees a second time.  "Awp!  NO!" She struggled
to get her pants back up again, and again, she was put her phone right back
to her ear.  "It happened again!  I can't believe this!" The Breeze was
laughing his hardest at this silly woman.  His sound was almost impossible
to hear, even then, so over the sound of a crowd, it was missed.  It didn't
matter.  There were snickers a plenty around the double pantsed phone
freak. Of course, this wasn't nearly enough for our hero.  He thought about
doing something different.  Then he decided that since more than a few eyes
were still paying discreet attention to the pants that covered that lovely
lower body, that he'd treat them to a real show.  He moved fast popping her
pants, breaking the zipper.  Before she could even react to that, her pants
were shooting down her legs again, but this time they were accompanied by
her panties!  Sexy!  Her little derriere was wonderful, and on the other
side was her little jet black bush.  This time her embarrassment was
overpowering.  She shrieked and squatted down.  Not before people got a
quick look at her goodies though!

   She actually ended her phone call before getting dressed!  "I've got to
go, Marcy!" She clicked it off, put it in her pocket and struggled to get
her pants back up without showing any more than she had to.  People around
were chuckling and watching.  There were a few glimpses of that pretty bush
before she got it covered up again.  The rosy pink blush on her fair skin
was wonderful.  She tried to ignore the fact that so many people had seen
more than they ever should.  Then, true to form, she got back on the phone!
The Breeze waited until she was talking to Marcy again.  Then he decided to
go for broke.  First, he wound his way into all of her clothing, preparing
for a quick stripping.  She must have felt him in her clothes, because she
said uncertainly, "Uh, Marcy, I think I've got to go again." She had just
clicked it off when her pants were NOT dropped again.  They were torn
completely off of her.  "NO!  HOW!  WHAT HAPPENED!!" The people around were
just as mystified as she was.  It was less than a second though before her
panties followed her pants.  Her beautiful little ass and sexy dark bush
were right back out into the public eye again!  This time more cell phones
were involved, but they were taking pictures!  The unfortunate woman
screamed and threw a hand over her front.  Right then her shirt and coat
were burst off of her.  She was down to a hat, shoes and her bra!  "This
can't be happening!  Stop looking everyone!  Stop!  Someone help!" How
could she be helped though?  Her bra was snapped of next, leaving her stark
naked in the middle of the mall.  She couldn't bring herself to take a hand
away from her pussy, so her cute little tits stayed uncovered for a crowd
of happy stares and a lot of photos.

   The Breeze continued his `holiday shopping', looking for an appropriate
store.  Bella's Bath and Beauty was a likely place to find women in need of
assistance.  So the Breeze adopted a lazy, lolling gait in the place. 
There were plenty of women perusing the merchandise and the Breeze was
perusing those women.  Much to his delight, he found a few delightful
prospects.  He was free to decide not only who he would strip, but also to
decide what the best trick would be to play.  He found a pair of women near
each other, but not shopping together that would make for some great fun.
Rather than go after any clothes, he started by pushing one into the other.
"Hey!  Watch where you're going!"

   That first lady, a very pretty, light haired, dark eyed blonde, was a
little confused.  She knew she had been pushed, but she saw no one close
enough to have done it.  While she was looking the other way, the Breeze
pushed the other lady into her.  "Hey!"

   "It wasn't my fault!" This one had short dark hair and some nice big
tits under her sweater.

   The Breeze decided to test his ability for complex action.  First, he'd
divide and sweep into them both from two sides.  Great!  With a fast gust,
he knocked them both into each other.  "What the hell?" "Are you doing
this?" The two lovelies landed on the floor in a heap.

   Fast, the Breeze ran along the buttons on the front of the blonde's
shirt.  POP POP POP!  "AAH!" The sweater was a bit tougher, but he was able
to sever the front of it in similar style.  Neither woman was bare breasted
yet, since they were both wearing bras, but they were both fairly
embarrassed as they started to get to their feet.  The Breeze swept under
them, knocking them over.  He didn't want them off of that floor.  The next
trick was a bit harder, but since they were distracted and moving in
predictable ways, he managed it.  The brunette's sweater was flung off of
one arm, so that she had only one sleeve on.  The Breeze mirrored that with
the blonde.  "OoH!" "Get off me!"

   Again, while they staggered to their feet, the Breeze played another
trick.  The empty sleeves were whipped into each other and twisted around,
tornado style until they were hopelessly tangled.  Now the women were
stuck. Neither was about to give up her shirt to free the other, so that
meant that they had to untie it.  Of course, the Breeze's work wasn't so
easily undone.  He let himself enjoy a chuckle at the sight of the two
unfortunate women sitting there, desperately getting in each other's way as
they tried to get their shirts apart.

   Then it was time for less coverage.  The Breeze went after the blonde
first.  She was wearing a pair of blue jeans, but not for long.  He swept
into them and undid them as fast as possible.  "OH NO!" Before she could
even get ahold of the waist, the pants flew down her legs.  The Breeze only
slipped them off of one leg though, letting the other pant leg remain
scrunched together at her ankle.  This took effort, but it would be well
worth it!  The dark haired lady had slacks that would be much easier to
undo and strip.  So, WHOOSH!, off they went, down to ankles, one pant leg
off, the other on.  You can imagine the squawking of them as they saw their
loose pant legs twisting around each other.  Not only were their tops
tangled, now their pants were too!  What's more they were both effectively
covered by little more than bra and panties.

   The brunette decided to get herself free even if it meant relieving the
other lady of her clothes.  The poor little blonde screamed, "NO!  Let go
of my pants!  You can't do that!" She was nowhere near as aggressive
though, so she would have been doomed to lose her pants if it weren't for
the Breeze's interference.  He swept down on a bra and popped the shoulder
straps.  That stopped the brunette from getting away!  She had to hold her
bra in place.

   Now the women looked around and realized they had a bit of an audience.
Even the shop girls weren't lifting a finger to help.  It was all just too
much fun to watch even if no one knew why it was happening.

   The next casualty was the blonde's panties.  She felt the cool touch of
the Breeze and she shrieked, knowing what would happen next.  Sure enough,
with a loud rip, she and her panties were parted, baring her pretty,
pretty, light blonde muff to all.  She threw a hand over it and stared with
her big blue eyes at everyone staring at her.  Another pair of panties flew
and a dark furred beaver was bared.  "We've got to get out of here!"

   That would prove difficult to do.  There was a reason that the Breeze
chose this particular spot for this complicated stripping.  They were next
to a lot of plastic bottles of massage oils.  While the girls had been
trying to pull apart from each other, the Breeze had broken himself into
more directions than he had ever attempted before.  It was hard to do.  In
the past he had locked doors and manipulated items, but usually only one at
a time.  This time half a dozen bottle caps flew off of bottles.  With
precision, the Breeze tipped only those open bottles over onto the ladies.

   "Oh!" "What?" "We're getting all oily!" "What the hell's going on?"

   Some of my more conscientious readers might wonder how it could be, even
in the Breeze's silly world, that the store's employee's didn't get
involved.  Well, they did think about it.  One said to another, "Should we
do something?"

   "What do you want us to do?"

   So the surrounding people were nothing more than an audience to the
women trying again to stand and failing on account of being tied together
and now being partially slicked up.  Another half dozen bottles popped open
and tumbled.  Then another.  With pathetic squeals and squawks, the poor
women tried to fend off the growing mess, but they only slipped and slid
over each other comically, especially since the Breeze helped them stay
down by pushing in any direction that would keep them off their feet.

   Bottomless and covered in oil, things got worse when the brunette's
already strapless bra burst from her body baring her big jugs.  "AAaaaAAAH!
Someone make this stop!"

   Of course the blonde lost her bra in the next moment.  They were so
panicked now that they didn't mind losing the remains of their tied
clothing.  The blonde kicked furiously to get her foot free from her pants.
While she did that, she did nothing to protect her precious boobies and
blonde bush from view.  The dark haired lovely, her big tits moving
wonderfully during the struggle, parted herself from her torn sweater.

   The Breeze finally let them stand, swirling happily at the show he had
created.  It took some doing, and they could barely cover themselves at
all, but the two sexy nudies managed to get to their feet.  They stood
there, glistening with oil and covering their tits and pussies with their
hands and clothing remnants.  "Where can we go?" the brunette demanded. 
One of the store's chuckling employees guided them along, slowly, to a room
in the back to get it all sorted out.

   That was fun.  It had also taxed the Breeze's abilities a bit, so he
thought he might take it easy for a few pranks.  Fast, simple strippings,
just to keep his strength up.  What a delightful little morsel his next
mark was!  She was sexy, short, very pretty and she had a great body of
very round curves up and down.  It wasn't that she was exceptionally
voluptuous.  She just had the kind of shape that you can't miss even from a
distance, even in her conservative clothing.  And a lot of people noticed.
Brown hair, neither dark nor light.  It was short hair, but not too short.
The Breeze imagined that the bush that matched that hair would be
wonderful. A great place to start.  He swept along to her lazily, taking
his time, enjoying her walk.  He funneled himself into her pants and
panties, sweeping around in circles.  It was an odd feeling, so the lovely
lady slowed down a bit, but she didn't stop.  Not until the Breeze brought
those pants down to her knees!  Without even a scream, just an open mouthed
stare of wonder, the woman looked down at exactly the thing everyone else
was staring at, her brown, fluffy triangle.  The very next instant she was
tugging at her pants to get them up.  It took some effort since the Breeze
had rolled them over quite a bit.  She struggled with them, trying to
fasten them again, but it was impossibly broken.  The Breeze wanted to see
the tits under her shirt, they had to be magnificent, but everyone was
still staring at those pants.  So he dropped them again!  This time, she
screamed.  The Breeze had not only dropped her pants, he had shot them all
way down her legs.  Her pretty, very round buns were a wonder to watch as
she struggled and wiggled to get covered up again.  The very instant that
her pants were back at her waist, the Breeze attacked her shirt, ripping
the front open, along with the bra underneath.  Yes, her tits were
magnificent.  Gloriously shaped, they were mediums, so well pronounced that
they seemed to be the only thing you could bring your eyes to.  Until she
had her shirt pulled back over them again.  Of course her pants dropped
again.  This time the poor woman shuffled off slowly as she tugged them up.

   He had enjoyed that, but the Breeze let her be.  He wanted another woman
for some fun, and he didn't have to wait long to find one.  Mm.  What a
sexy little thing.  She was almost tiny really, but she had this hard case
sort of bearing that let her move even through a crowd of jaded shoppers
without much trouble.  Dark hair, stern expression, drab clothes.  At first
she would be easy to overlook as being attractive.  The Breeze had almost
swept right past her without caring.  When he took a second look, he
realized that she was actually very pretty, and it seemed she was well
built.  She wasn't getting the kind of looks that other pretty women
typically did because of the way her attractiveness was camouflaged.  The
Breeze would fix that.  He swirled around her, deciding what to do first.
He moved through her clothes to see just what she was wearing.  She had on
a light brown sweater that almost hid the shape of her tits.  Her pants
were loose enough that you could almost miss the delectable curve of her
ass, and her legs were entirely shapeless in that get up.  Oh, those pants
had to go.  That was where he started.  He'd already been heavily focused
on pantsing women in the mall, but with the ending he had in mind, it was
still the logical starting point.  He crept into her pants and laced
himself around the threads and seams.  Then, with a great deal of force, he
burst outward, tearing the sides of the pants just enough to make it easy
to slide them down her body to her ankles.

   All of a sudden, she had plenty of attention!  She had really shapely
legs, and now, in just her panties, the glory of that ass was evident.  A
few happy comments sounded, and even a quick whistle.  As quick as she
could, she reached down and pulled them back up.  She had to hold them in
place though because of the way they were torn.  She looked with disgust at
the people around as she demanded, "Move out of the way damn it!" People
were about to do just that, but the Breeze wasn't about to let her off that
easily.  He was in her sweater, building up pressure.  In moments she was
stopped in wonder now that her top was filled like a balloon.  If she'd had
any idea what was about to happen, she would have been running.  Making an
indescribable sound, the sweater burst into a dozen pieces.  "What? 
YAAAaawH!  No!" She wasn't bared since she still had her bra on, but it was
enough to bring a delightful, rosy bloom to her cheeks.  It wasn't nearly
enough for the Breeze.  He was still there, right around her upper body,
but he let a little bit of his force sweep down to her damaged pants,
sending them back down.  "NO!  This can't be happening!"

   "Woo hoo!" "Nice ass baby!" "I got a piece of your sweater here!  Want
it back?"

   She threw angry glances around at all the open stares and smiles as she
got her pants back up.  She didn't get them all the way up though.  Once
they were just above mid thigh, right when her arms were in perfect
position, the Breeze struck with one of his favorite tricks.  He snapped
her bra in the front and sent it down her arms faster than she could
possibly react.  She wouldn't be able to cover her tits since the Breeze
was cycloning that bra around her wrists.  There was a loud, horrified
scream from the sexy little woman.  Her wonderful tits were out in the
open, and her hands were tied behind her back!  She had such pretty,
precious nipples.

   She was about to make a dash away from the crowd, but as she moved, her
damaged pants slid further and further down, inhibiting her speed more and
more with every step.  People moved for her, but only slowly, wanting a
good look as she passed by.  A few cell phones were capturing her
toplessness as she struggled to keep from crying.

   As a final act, the Breeze pushed her panties down, baring her dark,
dark bush and that oh so delectable ass that wiggled so perfectly with her
little bound steps.  The Breeze watched the show a bit before moving on.

   What next, what next?  Ah!  How about this pretty thing?  She was
sitting at a table eating, so the Breeze would let her be for the moment.
She was almost done and a standing victim would be easier than a sitting
one.  She was beautiful, in her early thirties with thick, cascading brown
hair and green eyes.  She was wearing a terrible dress though that was not
only ugly, it hid her figure.  It was a long sleeved thing and it went
almost all the way to her ankles.  The Breeze decided to help out with that
fashion mistake, by removing the offending article.  Once she was done
eating, she moved slowly around the tables and put up her tray.  The Breeze
had already decided what he wanted to do.  Scattered throughout the tables
were several poles that had banners advertising stores and special deals.
They were just the right height for a great naked trap.  The Breeze waited
as patiently as he could until she was just under one.  Then he swooped
into action.  From under her dress, she flew up, not only hard enough to
lift her dress, but to peel it up and off of her.  He didn't take it all
the way off though.  That was the point.  It was inside out and the force
of his rush had lifted her arms above her head.  The Breeze looped that
dress around an extension of one of those poles.  It was a hard trick, but
well worth it.  He had also twisted it, especially at both sleeves, so that
she could not pull her hands free.  There she was, stripped to her bra and
panties right out in public, and worse, she was tied in place with her arms
above her head!

   She stared down at her own body and then shrieked with horror.  She
pulled at her dress, but it was a masterpiece of windy manipulation.  It
was caught so securely that it would take a long time for her to free
herself.  In the meantime, the Breeze had this lovely, half dressed
plaything!

   Her body was nice, perfectly proportioned with this spectacularly
graceful midsection.  Her pulls and struggles served as a delightful panty
dance as she whimpered and blushed and let out periodic screams of panic.
Already people were all around, some uncertain about what to do, but most
just enjoying the show.  No one came close for a few seconds, and when some
idiot did the Breeze bowled him over and pushed him back.  That created
chuckles and took some attention from her, but only for a moment.

   Plain as it was, she just looked so good in her underwear.  Of course,
we all know the Breeze's tastes.  This wasn't nearly enough.  He tickled
his way over her skin from one ankle on up until he reached her bra.  With
a carefully coordinated snap, he popped one shoulder strap free that flung
forward.  "NO!  What's happening to me!  Someone make it stop!" Next, the
Breeze went after the clasp on the back.  When she felt that come undone,
the poor lady shrieked even louder than before.  Then she was topless as
her bra burst from her into the crowd.  Someone grabbed it like a fan at a
baseball game catching a foul ball.

   She went quiet and trembling as she looked at all those eyes staring at
her tits.  They were glorious mediums with fabulous nipples that were just
slightly conical.  After half a minute or so of just standing there
helplessly bare chested, she started pulling again, more frantic than ever
to get out of this bind.  While she wiggled, the Breeze went after her
panties.  He could have just pushed them down, but since he had a
stationary target, he took the time to wrap around them and tear them away.
Again a souvenir was flung to the woman's admirers.  She stared, wide eyed
at her own naked body.  Her bush was a patch that was neither big nor
small, light brown and very thick.

   For the first time she noticed the sounds of approval from the
onlookers. She looked up, then down, then up, then back down again.  She
let out a piercing, pathetic wail as she gave up pulling for a bit. 
"Someone get me out of this!  Someone help!  Please!  OOoOoOoOh!  I can't
believe I'm naked!"

   The Breeze swirled in triuph at this work of art.  He studied her body
for a bit, just as everyone else was doing, then he flew on for some more
shopping.  Those last three strippings were fun, but the Breeze really
wanted to take advantage of this environment.  He got his chance when he
spotted a lovely blonde walking toward an escalator.  This trick would take
some real precision, but it would be well worth it.  As fast as he could,
he wound himself through the fabric of her dress in a back and forth
pattern from the hem all the way up.  Once she was in place, the Breeze
tore just a little bit off the bottom and wedged it hard into an unmoving
part.  With his help, the dress began to tear bit by bit in a suspenseful
zig zag.  "OH!  OH!  My dress!" She was looking at it ripping in an odd
pattern of unraveling.  It would be easy to escape before any real exposure
took place, though.  All she had to do was run back up to where the problem
was.  The Breeze had already thought about that, though.  He slipped a bit
of her sleeve off and wedged it into the handrail.  He continued to work
the rips where they were needed.  She took two steps up and felt her arm
being pulled the other way.  "How?  What's wrong with this thing?" For a
moment she just stayed in place, and that made the bottom of her dress tear
up and up, baring more of her legs.  That seemed like the more urgent
problem, so she stomped upward, pushing past people.  That made her sleeve
shorten more and more, and it was hard to get past everyone.

   By the time she was close, her sleeve was gone and the dress was
starting to peel around her upper torso.  Now this was a real emergency
since she wasn't wearing a bra!  "No No NO!" She hustled back down to stop
that.  What to do?  Before long, her hem would rise again.  If she moved up
though, the top of her dress would shrink!  She stayed where she was and
was momentarily spared any further indignity.  Then the bottom of her dress
started ripping away again.  "OH!  OH!  NO!" Knees.  Mid thigh.  Upper
thigh.  She tried to break the dress fragment that was unraveling, but she
couldn't get a grip fast enough.  Panties!  Pretty pink thong panties! 
Bare buns!  "AAAAAAaaaaAAAAH!" She had both hands pressed hard against her
derrierre to cover as much as she could.

   She panicked.  It was the worst thing to do.  She started running back
up, pushing past people, many of whom were delighted to have this half
dressed beauty pressed against them as she went.  She shouted, "Someone get
that loose!" No one who was close to it understood.  So she got to the
point of peril again and her top starting coming undone.  "NO!  No one
look! No one look!" Of course everyone was looking.  It seemed impossible,
and it would have been without the Breeze's dutiful effort.  The dress kept
dropping up top, leaving one sleeve still in place on her arm.  Below that
though, she had to press her hands against it to stop it tearing.  That
didn't work and she was stripped topless right out in public.  "AaAh! 
Someone make it stop!" No one got a look at her tits since she had her
hands over them before they were even bared, but they were big enough that
the shape of them was clear even with her hands covering the centers. 
Also, that nice bubble butt was totally exposed.

   The unfortunate woman rode downward, but it was too late to salvage
anything.  Her dress was torn completely from her, leaving her wearing only
her panties by the time she stepped off.  She took a few steps, then
bounced in place, staring around for some sanctuary.  She trotted toward a
store, her wonderfuly bare buns wiggling as she went.  The Breeze hadn't
really given the crowd a look at her tits or pussy, so he set aside
cleverness and just blasted her panties down her legs.  She gave a great,
knock kneed pose of embarassment now that her shaved pussy was exposed. 
One hand shot down to cover her smoothie, leaving one titty bare.  She
shuffled along like that among cheers, laughter, applause and whistles,
until she got out of sight.

   That was fun, but it had been hard to do.  It required so may different
directions and so many careful positions to make it possible.  As much as
he loved his craft, he needed another simple job.  Simple or not, his next
trick was original.  He saw a pair of delightful young ladies that he just
couldn't resist.  They both had long ponytails, one blone, the other very
dark.  They were the special kind of double that looked alike in many ways
and different in others.  The contrast just made them a perfect pair.  And
this would be so much fun.  They were waiting for a turn at a little photo
booth.  The Breeze knew what he wanted to do.

   This was something he was uncertain that his skills were up to though.
He needed help.  He swept into the photo booth and directly into the money
slot in order to speak to it.  In the past he had made allies among other
natural forces.  He had also manipulated a great number of unliving
objects. Only one time before had he managed to get the conscious help of
any man made thing.  Fortunately for him, the photo booth had long imagined
an opportunity like this.  It happily agreed to do exactly what the Breeze
wished.

   Once the girls were in, they took their seats, smiling in such a
charming way.  They put their money in the machine as they got in place for
the little row of pictures it would produce.  The Breeze was there with
them, working his way into their tops.  Right before the first picture
snapped, the Breeze tore both tops off of both young ladies.  The photo
that resulted from that was two bra clad beauties with stares of wonder
rather than the normal smiles.  Another photo was about to flash while the
girls took a moment to decide what to do.  SNAP!  SNAP!  The girls' bras
followed their tops right out of the booth!  "AAH!" "What's happening?"
Flash.  Another photo captured their surprise along with their beautiful,
bare tits.

   The girls were panicked, but the photo booth had curtains that kept them
from public view.  If they left, they'd be in a public mall topless! 
Flash! Another photo of the bare boobed duo.  "What do we do?" "I don't
know!"

   The Breeze was laughing so hard that the girls could almost hear it.  He
was in place in the blonde's blue jeans.  Both sides of it tore open and
they were whisked off of her, but not outside.  The Breeze had managed to
do away with their other clothes without anyone noticing, but torn clothing
flying from a photo booth would get attetion.  He didn't want that yet.  So
he just dropped the pants at the bottom of the booth.  Another photo
flashed.

   Of course the dark haired girl's pants were also ripped away in time for
another photo.  This was the contribution of the Breeze's partner.  He
would keep snapping away, taking photo after photo for as long as the
lovelies were there, timing them for the best shots.

   The two panty clad girls were nervous but quiet.  The last thing they
wanted was anyone peeking in.  The blonde grabbed up her jeans for cover as
the brunette stole a very careful peek around the curtain that protected
her from the public.  That was a marvelous photo.

   The Breeze wanted naked shots though, so he relieved the blonde of her
makeshift booby cover.  He carefully slid it outside, stealthily avoiding
the eyes of the jaded Christmas shoppers.  "We have to get out of here,"
she hissed to her friend as another photo popped.

   "There's too many people!" Another photo.  Then the Breeze curled
himself around the brunette's panties.  Pop pop!  They were gone!  "OH! 
OH! OH!" Another photo that, due the photo booth's temporary gain in
ability, framed enough of the girls' bodies that you could tell one was now
fully naked.

   "Shut up!" the blonde demanded.  Then her own panties were whisked off.
She was a real blonde!  And the photo booth made sure that a picture was
taken that could prove that.

   This was wonderful.  Two captive, butt naked young beauties, subject to
continuing photos.  The Breeze had to do something a bit different to get
them to move.  He pressed against them in one spot or another, causing
quick cold or an intense tickle that forced the girls to move rather than
sit still.  It was so much fun!  The photo booth kept on flashing getting
the girls' naked bodies, sometimes covered by hands, sometimes not. 
Sometimes from the side, sometimes from the front, and due to the Breeze's
genius, even a few shots of their gorgeous, gorgeous, bare asses.

   Then it occurred to the brunette, "Oh my god!  There's naked pictures of
us!  If someone takes them!" That was the cue for the Breeze to let them
out.  It was simple really.  He just tore the curtains off both sides and
dropped them in their laps.  For a brief moment they were bare to the world
before they hurriedly held the curtains over their nudity.  Those last
shots, as they struggled to get the cover around them were wonderful.  The
photo booth would be forever grateful to his windy friend.

   The girls' trouble wasn't over yet though.  The Breeze decided to let
them keep their cover.  He had a different idea.  The blonde knew that
people had to be looking at them, but she couldn't find their clothes.  The
Breeze had hidden them on top of the booth.  The pretty brunette had
quickly grabbed the photos.  "There's so many!  Why did it keep going?" The
Breeze wouldn't let her keep the pictures though.  His fast windy grip was
more than enough to pull the entire lot of them from her hand.  "NO!"

   The Breeze tauntigly swirled them around just out of the girls' reach.
Then, he carried them away, just slowly enough to allow a chase.  "NO!"
"Get those pictures!" The girls followed the flying photos, but one row of
them dropped away, into the hand of a lucky young man.  "Hey!  Awesome!"

   The girls saw that, but the rest of the pictures were getting away! 
They kept running and the pictures kept flying off one bit at a time to
strangers.  "No no no!  Everyone will see them!" "Oh my god!  We can't get
them all now!" In fact, they couldn't get any of them.  The remaining
photos flew away faster than they could follow as the Breeze looked for
more worthy recipients.  The poor girls eventually looked back at the
crowd, knowing that there were plenty of men that would forever have naked
photos of them.

   Time for another.  In and out of stores, the Breeze wandered until he
found exactly what he was looking for.  She was tall and sexy, light haired
in her late forties.  She was the kind of woman that you wouldn't want to
argue with which was unfortunate for the cashier.  She was bickering hotly
over a coupon that would save her five dollars.  For that she was holding
up a line that was growing longer and longer.

   It wasn't often that the Breeze felt any sense of justice in his acts,
but this lady was just asking for it.  It would be fast this time, all at
once.  The Breeze loved the tormented blushes from women that he stripped
bit by bit, but he also loved the sudden, dumbfounded expression on instant
stripping victims.

   He slipped into her clothes and worked his way through them from the
floor on up, making certain to get a grip on every weak point.  At his
current level of strength, it would be easy.  Once he was ready, he burst
away from her in every direction, carrying scraps of what had been her
clothing.  All he left were the surprisingly indiscreet thong panties she
had on.  She had a nice ass and a pair of really well shaped, fairly big
tits.  As expected, her reaction was confusion at first.  She looked down
at her own naked body for nearly a second and a half before she realized
that it had really happened.  She was naked in public! 
SSSHHHRRRIIIIEEEEEKKKK!!!  She threw her arms across her chest and spun in
place.  How many of them had gotten to see her tits?  The line was full of
smiles.  To make it worse, there were a few phones poised for photos.  "How
dare you!" She seemed to honestly think that her anger might intimidate the
crowd.  It only made people chuckle that much more as they continued to
stare.  She suddenly felt entirely vulnerable, so she begged the cashier,
"Can you let me back there?  Or anywhere to hide?"

   "I don't know," he smiled, "employees only, you know."

   Her mouth hung open in disbelief.  Was he really just going leave her
exposed like that?  Of course he was.  At a comment from the line, "Nice
ass, lady!" she spun back around, furious again.  Now that she was facing
all those people again, the Breeze finished the job, snatching away her
panties.  Her light colored bush was lovely, but sparse.  Her pussy lips
were plain to see as she screamed again.  The next person in line moved up
to pay.  The Breeze's work there was done, so he flew off in search of his
next victim.

   He wandered around until he found a beautiful twenty something.  She was
black, but with somewhat light skin and very light brown pretty eyes.  She
had a wonderful smile and seemed to be enjoying her time.  It seemed almost
a shame to ruin her day since she seemed so marvelously charming.  The
escalators weren't the only way to get from one level to another here. 
This lovely lady was right in front of the elevator.  Perfect.  It would
have to be another instant stripping for this one.  He swept into her
clothes quickly but completely, just in time.  The elevator dinged, the
doors opened and the Breeze went into action.  In a moment, the beautiful
girl was stripped.  He left her nothing.  From head to toe she had not one
single stitch.  As it turned out, under her winter clothes she had a
wonderful figure, much to the delight of the men in the elevator.  The
Breeze finished by gusting into her hard enough to force her in.  It wasn't
until she was there that she screamed.  It was a trio of notes, each higher
than the last which would have accompanied her exit if the Breeze hadn't
blown again to keep her in that elevator.  Her panic was a wonderful thing
as the doors closed and she was trapped in an elevator of strangers totally
naked.

   An elevator would prove very stifling even for a Breeze as adaptable as
our hero, so he flew around to where it would open next.  In that little
space, the unfortunate woman glanced from one happy face to another, all
the while holding her arms over her tits.  She couldn't bring herself to
move or talk even when someone copped a feel of her bare ass.

   She wasn't in there long though.  The doors opened and she rushed out as
fast as she could, startling everyone around.  No one expected a naked lady
to come running out of the elevator.  The Breeze enjoyed that immensely as
he watched her rush to the nearest store for some place to get out of
sight.

   As the Breeze wafted along lazily, he spotted a store that caught his
interest immediately.  Lingerie.  Oh yeah.  Inside, amongst the lacy
delights, the Breeze roamed around without finding an immediately
attractive woman.  Then it occurred to him how obvious this one should be.
If he had a forehead, he would have slapped it at his own stupidity.

   He rushed back to the changing rooms.  Speedily, he checked them all,
finding only two occupied.  The women there were wonderful.  This was going
to be so much fun.  It would be difficult.  In fact, at any lower ebb of
his power, it would be impossible.  He had earned so much strength though,
that he was going to do something other than strip these beauties.  In each
little room he filled as much space as he could around the girls.  It was
when they were in nice little nothings that he was ready.

   One was a red head who had just tried on a wonderful dark black set of
garters and stockings complemented by bright red bra and panties.  In the
other room was a brunette wearing a shiny purple teddy that bared her buns
like a thong.  The sexy women were admiring their choices and rightly so.
The Breeze was certainly impressed.  He popped open the doors to those
change rooms and then, doing something he had never attempted before, he
actually lifted and carried the scantily clad sweet hearts off the ground!

   They flew through the air, though not fast.  Helplessly, they were
panicked by the strange sensation as they were carried past gawking
shoppers.  The Breeze didn't want them running right back in the store, so
he drifted them quite a ways away, and that caught the attention of
everyone around.  When he finally set them down, they took a moment to
catch their breath and feel safe again.  Then they realized that they were
out in public, VERY public with that crowd, in just sexy underwear!

   Their sexy screams of fright were adorable.  Though they were strangers,
they became sudden partners in panic.  "What do we do?" "RUN!  In here!"
They were disoriented from being carried and panicked from being half
dressed in a bustling crowd, so their mistake wasn't quite as stupid as it
seemed.  They just ran into the closest store without looking.  It was a
video game shop.  There was no shelter to be had there, and to make it
worse, it was filled not just with random people like outside, but
specifically with people they would never want to be seen by.  Not like
this.  "The other way!  Go the othe way!"

   So they were back out amongst the shoppers, stopping people in their
tracks.  Moving through all those people slowed them down as they made it
to a clothing store.  They were right there.  They could see the dressing
rooms, and they both smiled.  The Breeze wasn't having that though.  With a
carefully crafted gust, he blasted them both back outside again.

   "OH!  What?" "How is this happening?  Is this the wind?"

   They weren't the only people talking.  "Damn!  Look at that!" "What are
they doing?" "Hey lady!  Give me a look!" "Great legs!"

   "You bastards!  Stop staring!" Then, before they could try for the store
again, the Breeze lifted them again, swirling them through the air a second
time.  This amazed the crowd even more than the underwear did, which was
quite a feat.  Truth to be told, this was not the kind of thing the Breeze
would often do, because it was very taxing, but he was certain it would
have the desired effect.  It did.  The moment he set the sexy duo down,
there was the sound of a crowd that was amazed then titilated.  The ladies
were more than sheepish, but they were hit with the sudden concern, "Where
are we?" They had been carried quite a ways away from the store that still
had all of their own clothes and belongings.

   They were surrounded by food stands, none of which could offer the
protection they craved.  The red head now had to hold one side of her bra
up since the Breeze had snapped it while carrying them.  "What do we do?"
The result was wonderfully funny.  The Breeze had set them there
deliberately, but he hadn't thought that they would follow through.  Right
there, quivering and blushing, were two sexy, half dressed women staring at
a mall map and pointing to the spot labeled YOU ARE HERE.  That lasted only
a moment before they realized just how ridiculous the idea of making their
way back would be.  It was an immortalized moment since a photo was taken
by a quick hand with a camera.  That photo became quite the internet joke
afterwards.

   As the two lingerie ladies turned and looked for someplace that could
help, the Breeze struck again, this time for more exposure.  He started
with his spinning ball trick.  Round and round he flew in a tight little
orb.  Once that speeding bit of air caught the back of the red head's
panties, they were wedgied up high and tight.  "EEEYowh!!" The feel of
discomfort was her first concern, then she realized that her buns were
bared.  Her hands tried to cover, then she had to pull at those panties to
free them from her own ass's grip.  While she struggled, the upper edge of
one nipple was bared as her damaged bra fell.

   "Hurry up!" her partner in embarrassment said.  Right as she said that
though, the Breeze took advantage of her outfit.  Between her legs, the
little strip of material was easy to snap.  Since it was so tight on her
body, it popped up on both sides.  Her ass had already been exposed the
whole time in that outfit, but now her pussy was too!  She let out a tiny
little shriek as her shaved pussy lips met the public.  Then she had one
hand over them as her other hand tried desperately to pull the front of
that outfit back down.

   "RUN!" At that command from the red head, the two started rushing, their
hands awkwardly trying to protect their modesty.  The Breeze took that
moment to relieve the red head of her bra, freeing her pretty mediums for
some serious bouncing as she ran.

   The two women nearly collided with a security guard.  "Whoa!  What?  Are
you two all right?" The women babbled together about an impossible wind. 
The security guard wasn't certain what to make of this situation, but he
seemed entirely reasonable.  "Let's get out of sight." The Breeze wasn't
about to rob this man of his moment of heroism, but it seemed a good idea
to prove the ladies' story to him.  With one fast rush after another, the
brunette was stripped of her teddy completely (great tits!), then the red
head lost her panties (red bush!).

   That last pair were in good hands, so he left them to find a new sport.
What he found was the mall's cinema.  Why not?  Slipping in without a
ticket was no problem for our hero.  He carefully selected the cheesiest
chick flick he could find, and sure enough, in the audience were plenty of
happy females.  Along with them were husbands and boyfriends and dates, all
trying to be interested in the film.  Things would get better for them
though.

   While the women watched their movie, the Breeze watched them, selecting
the attractive ones.  He was happy to find six worthy specimens.  It was
about time for a fast, mass stripping.  He started with a sultry dark
haired lady near the front of the theater.  He made himself as cold as he
could and flew into her clothes, billowing them all.  She stood up fast,
wondering what was happening to her.  Then, after an outward burst, she was
reduced to her underwear in a moment.  SHRIIEEEKKK!!  All of a sudden, the
movie was no longer the focus of everyone's attention.  People were
pointing as the poor woman looked around nervously.  Then there was the
horrific ripping sound of another outfit abandoning it's owner.  Another
scream sounded, and this one was worse off since the Breeze had relieved
her of her bra, baring her booby beauties for all the movie goers.

   The projector didn't provide much light of course, but there was enough
to tell that half dressed women were screaming and covering in a panic.  A
third joined them right after.  She was stripped of her clothes, but she
got to keep her bra.  Instead, the Breeze stole her panties, leaving her
bottomless!

   The next one was a brunette that was easily the most voluptuous of the
beauties in the place.  She was the first to be stripped full nude.  One
moment she was dressed and laughing at the misfortune of the other women.
Then she was butt naked for everyone!

   "We've got to get out of here!" one of them yelled.  It caused a
stampede of nudity to get to the exits during which two more lovelies lost
their clothes, one stripped to her panties, the other all the way naked.

   There was no place to go but right outside where a handful of movie
goers were shocked to see a mass of women in various states of undress in a
cluster of panic.  Two nude, two topless, one bottomless, all being led by
the only one still covered in bra and panties.  The Breeze decided to
change that by ripping the bra right off of her, stopping her in her
tracks.

   Right behind them, coming out of the theater were their boyfriends and
husbands along with some other men who just couldn't resist getting a
better look in better light.

   "The restroom!" one woman shouted as she pushed past the rest.  A parade
of exposed skin rushed through the lobby.  One of the guys working the
concessions counter decided to call security.

   "What's the problem?"

   "Well, you're not going to believe this..."

   The Breeze considered carrying those ladies back out of their shelter,
but that had been hard enough with just two women.  Six would be an
unlovable challenge.  So he let them be as he went in search of more.

   He felt powerful, but he could also tell that his strength would ebb
before long.  He needed one last, wonderful prank to play.  As fast as he
could, he wandered his way around through one store, then another.  In a
big department store he finally found a pretty lady and a wonderful
opportunity.  She was a no nonsense type of woman with blonde hair of an
almost dusty shade.  She had on glasses that didn't keep you from seeing
her crystal blue eyes.  She hadn't had any difficulty at all getting help
finding what she wanted.  There were, in fact, two different store
employees showing her a vacuum cleaner.  The Breeze thought that was a
rather unfestive idea for a Christmas gift, but why try to understand human
nature.  Besides, a vacuum cleaner was a great opportunity for a new prank.
The thrill of that potential had the Breeze looping in place.

   They had their demonstration all set up.  They were showing her what all
it could do, as though the purpose of a vacuum weren't already obvious. 
The Breeze was going to love this.  In fact, he was about to get a
Christmas gift of his own, another magical ability to add to his arsenal of
stripping tricks.  He knew he wanted to use the vacuum, so he swept down
low to where it would simply suck him in.  He let that happen in order to
get inside.  It was quite an interesting ride, and he would have to
recommend it to other breezes he met on his travels.  What it did for him
was something extraordinary.  With his powers at their height, he was able,
not only to fly into the vacuum, he was able to `posess' it for a while. 
Having a solid body, even temporarily, was a strange feeling for him, but
it did nothing to inhibit his desire for female nudity.

   There was a roar of wind as the vacuum's sucking power was increased
tenfold.  The hose attachment pulled itself from the salesman's grasp and
flung about for a moment before finding a firm perch in the center of the
lady's expensive blouse.  "Oh!" Then, with a resounding tearing sound, the
blouse was ripped right off of her.  "OH!" The Breeze-Vacuum swallowed that
up like a tasty treat.  He was grateful to find that his wind powers
weren't gone either.  When the vacuum touched something, he could extend
his windiness around it to aid in any necessary ripping.  Of course he went
after this beauty's brassiere before she decided to run.  There was a sound
like a snap and a twang and a shred all combined as the Vacuum took the
cover from her boobs.  Fairly big boobs, they were, classically shaped and
placed, befitting of her kind of perfect attraction.  "OoH!  OOH!" It
seemed that she couldn't say much of anything else.  She had her arms
across her chest, but several people, especially the two salesmen, got a
great eyeful first.

   It looked like she was about to start cussing them out as though it
might be their fault.  Then the Vacuum moved about on its own, latching
firmly onto her blue jeans.  "OOOH!" Between the Vacuum grip and the Breezy
seam tearing, the jeans didn't stand a chance.  Just like that, the
gorgeous woman had been reduced to silky panties.  After bouncing in place
at the panic of it, "OH Oh OH OH!!", she began to run.  Much to everyone's
amazement, the Vacuum gave chase.  The blonde wonder looked over her
shoulder and let out a screech of an, "OOOOOHHH!!" Of course she couldn't
get away.  The Vacuum's hose wrapped around one leg, tripping her.  Her
struggle to get to her feet was hampered by her desire to keep her breasts
from public view.  Her wonderful ass was just begging for baring, so the
Vacuum rolled over her, taking the underwear with him.  "O-o-OO-oo-OOOO!!"
She was bare ass naked, and there were so many people around gawking!  She
curled into a ball on the floor, demanding help from someone.

   The Vacuum tottered off toward the onlookers, having spotted a
brilliantly cute redhead.  "Hey!  What's with this thing!  AAH!" The red
head was deskirted instantly.  Before she could even cover, the Vacuum
swept her panties right off of her!  Red bush!  Nice, thick, light red bush
on pale skin!  The Vacuum roared in appreciation.  As the poor girl threw
one hand over her bush and another over her cute little bum, she looked
around for a break in the crowd through which to escape.  A couple rips
later, she was totally naked!  She was slim and wonderful and so panicked
that she was screaming and crying.

   Someone had gotten the sexy blonde a blanket for cover while the red
head had been stripped.  The blonde was good natured enough to rush over
and share that cover.  That thoughtfulness gave the Vacuum-Breeze a warm
glow of admiration.  It didn't stop him from doing the obvious thing.  He
turned toward them and menaced them with the hose attachment.  "OOH!" "NO!
RUN!" Together in the blanket, the lovely duo rushed around people as the
Vacuum let them get a bit of a lead just for sport.

   After a bit of a chase, the Vacuum got close enough to deprive them of
their blanket.  SWOOSH!!  And they were totally naked again!  Both covering
their boobs, they left everything else uncovered, one red bush and one
blonde one, right next to each other.

   Behind a glass counter, one of the store's employees was on the phone
making the strangest call of her life.  "Security!  You need to get down
here!  There's an evil vacuum cleaner you need to stop!s"

   The Breeze wondered just how long it would take security to respond to
that.  Not long enough to help the girl who called.  She worked in that
little perfume section, an area enclosed by the counters and cases
containing the merchandise.  So when the Vacuum, by careful manipulation of
his hose got through the only door to it, she was trapped.  "Oh my god! 
It's after me!!" She dropped the phone and tried to escape, but it was
impossible.  She was cornered and helpless and watched by a crowd as the
Vacuum devoured her clothes bit by bit.  She was a sultry and young thing
with long, straight brown hair and tan skin.  She really filled out her bra
and panties.  Then, screaming and turning in place, her magnificent hooters
turned out to be very jiggly things with light brown nipples.  Only people
close to the counter got a good look at that nice nice full ass once her
panties were gone.  On the other side, her bush matched her hair
wonderfully.  The Vacuum kept up its assault for a bit, making her bat at
the hose rather than cover her goods.

   Satisfied, he toddled off the way he came.  He rushed out of the store
and found a delightful pair of very suburban looking pretties.  The odd
vaccuum rushed at them.  "What in the world?" "HEY!" That lashing hose
grabbed one woman's pants.  They tore away not slow, but not as fast as
other articles had.  The Vacuum Breeze wanted them to understand what they
were in for.

   Gorgeous legs were bared, along with her nice ass since she was wearing
a thong.  People all around stopped and stared.  "Wow!" "Is this supposed
to happen?" "Look at that ass!" The pantless lady was having to fight the
hose away from her top.  Her friend helped her.  She even got a hold of the
hose.  The Vacuum below lifted up slightly and caught the cuff of her pant
leg though.  RRIIIIPPP!!!  That made two women stripped of their pants
there!  This one was also thong clad, so two great pairs of buns were out
in public.  The Breeze went after a shirt.  There was a scream from that
victim, but the other lady ran away, abandoning her friend.

   The Vacuum had to be fast then.  It finished stripping the shirt, then
the bra, then the panties, all as fast as it could.  A blonde cutie with a
sweet set of pert boobies was bare naked, gasping for air.  The
Vacuum-Breeze raced off after her friend, leaving her there for the greedy
eyes of the crowd.

   As he raced along, he managed to dart a few random articles of clothing
of off other attractive women.  A skirt here (Great legs!  Lacy panties!).
A blouse there (No bra!  Bare tits!).  Pants off another.  He kept that up,
tearing a single item from four more women before he got to the one he had
chased.  There she was, running away, bare buns out, glancing over her
shoulder.  She screamed when she saw the magical Vacuum cleaner closing in.
She couldn't outrun it.  It got a hold of her thong and peeled it from her
slowly, to make her stop running.  "NO, NO, NO!!!" But it happened.  Her
nice little tuft of dark bush was amazing eye candy.

   She was so panicked that she could only back up to a wall, not even
covering her naked lower half.  The Vacuum closed in dramatically,
relishing the look of embarrassed fear on her pretty face.  It swallowed
her scarf.  Then it took her top, just fast enough to pop the buttons one
by one.  She was stripped to her bra, with her eyes shut tight.  "Oh my
god! Oh my god!  I'm naked!  I'm naked!!!" That last little bit of dignity
was torn away.  With her bra gone, her fantastic, taut tits completed the
bare naked, full frontal spectacle that the surrounding onlookers waited
for.

   The Breeze might have looked for another target, but three security
guards had just gotten to him.  It looked like his fun might be over.  No!
It wasn't!  One of the security was a woman!  A nice looking woman!  How in
the world could an attractive woman become a shopping mall security guard?
The Breeze readied himself for a duel.  She would be the last, and he was
determined to enjoy it.

   One of the security men rushed to help the naked lady.  The other two
cautiously crept up on the blaring, self animated Vacuum.  The Breeze let
his sound die down, playing possum.  Just as he hoped, the lovely blonde
haired security lady was the one that grabbed the handle of the Vacuum. 
Then it sprang to life in an instant.  The attachment hose latched onto the
top of her uniform.  The bottom reared up to grab a pant leg.  "OH!  What
the hell is with this thing?" She tried to get away, but of course, that
was no good.  Another security guard grabbed it to pull it away.  There was
a resounding rip as the shirt left the woman's beautiful body.  Oh, was she
in shape!!  A gorgeous physique!  A moment later her pants were off,
sliding into the happy Vacuuum as she screamed.  Her underwear was dark
black and her body was fabulous.

   The sound of an appreciative audience only spurred the Vacuum on.  "Look
at them legs!" "Damn, I never seen that before!" "Oh, baby, you can arrest
me if you want!" The Breeze had to rattle and roll to get free of the grip
of the man who had tried to pull him away.  The lady guard screeched, "Keep
it away!" The Vacuum had to weave rapidly around the two men who were
trying to grab it.  After a few careful maneuvers, he made it close enough
to the sexy blonde to get a hold of her brassiere.  "NOOOO!" It slipped off
with a snapping stretch.  Her tits were just barely mediums.  They were so
firm, held high by her well toned body.

   It was the last moment of the Vacuum fun though.  The two men, as
strange as they felt about it, kicked the hell out of it, smashing it to
pieces.  That left a wondering crowd, a pair of bewildered guards, a
topless lady guard who didn't know what to do, and a totally naked woman,
still pressed against one wall.  Everyone, even the undressed victims, felt
a bit of relief that it was over.  What they didn't know was that the force
that had animated the machine was still very much alive and powerful.  The
Breeze flowed out of the Vacuum to finish this last job.  The security
guards had handcuffs.  Handcuffs!  How wonderful!

   The Breeze slipped one pair handcuffs into his stream at the same time
that he started pulling on the sexy black panties of the lady guard.  It
was a wonderful sight.  To keep a grip on those panties, she had to leave
her super firm tits bared to the public.  The Breeze moved all the pressure
of that tug of war to the back side.  While she had both hands right above
her butt, the handcuffs snapped on.  "What?  NO!  OH!  Get the keys!  Now!"
She was topless with her hands bound behind her back.  Making it so much
worse, the Breeze stopped playing and forced the panties down to mid thigh,
baring her gorgeous, muscular bum.  Everyone could see that she was not a
real blonde now that her bush was bared.  It was a very dark, curve sided
triangle of close trimmed fur.  People all around were laughing and
pointing at the naked mall cop.  She was still screaming for the keys to
get her loose, but the Breeze wasn't going to let that happen.  He took the
handcuff keys from her fellow mall cops once they had them ready.  Of
course he flung them away, leaving the unfortunate woman bared for all the
shoppers.  "Someone cover me!  Someone help!!!"

   The Breeze enjoyed the sight as he dwindled down to his lesser form.  He
had known that his Christmas shopping was over with that last purchase. 
The memories of all that exposure would lighten many a Christmas though. 
As he drifted back out to the air, he enjoyed the feel of some light
snowflakes, wishing all who appreciated his work a very Merry Christmas