Experiment 601A
by viedogaems

An experimental drug that makes the wearer's clothes melt.

"Experiment 601A trial recording number four." She spoke into the recorder. "Eight hours after ingestion, the test mice are yet to lose any hair and the blood and stool samples show no signs of contamination."

Penelope had been working for months on this and was finally starting to show promising results. Her lab-grown bacteria was able to break down anything it deemed as a contaminant, digesting it and purifying its host. Already, she'd managed to get lab mice to live free from microplastics in their bloodstream, though the formula needed to be tweaked to prevent hair from melting as well.

But this latest batch had proved almost perfect. She'd been up with it most of the night, observing the different permutations she'd made and testing different subject samples to see how they were developing. Microscopic examination had already determined the absence of microplastics inside of the mice she'd tested, as well as a few other foreign objects they'd likely consumed in their food.

Just think! The possibilities were exciting! She would be the scientist to cure the world of microplastic contamination - the ramifications of which the academic world still didn't quite understand. She'd already cleared some of her research with an academic board and was planning on demonstrating it to a panel of experts soon.

But her research felt incomplete. While she'd managed to prove it was possible, Penelope still wanted a 'Wow!' for her keynote. She didn't just want to tell a bunch of old scientists raw data and breakdowns of different samples. She needed to show them something they'd never seen before, but hopefully that they would see again.

Penelope had thought about it before. As of the current date, there were no humans alive who didn't have some microplastics inside their system. Even remote peoples in seldom-contacted regions were found to have some pollutants within their bodies.

Penelope could be the only human alive to be clean. That would get their attention.

Of course, human experimentation is thoroughly frowned upon. She understood that. But to experiment on ones self was morally fine. So why shouldn't it be her? It wasn't as though there were many other volunteers to scarf down a petri dish of a mystery bacteria.

She looked at the clock. 2:31 AM! Was it already that late? She'd hardly felt tired at all with all the science she'd been doing that day.

Penelope wrote down the time and got out a small sample. It was time to do what nobody had done before. After swabbing the inside of her cheek for a 'before' sample, she swallowed the bacteria and chased it with a tall drink of water.

It would be a while before the experiment fully kicked in; The bacteria had to acclimate to her system and even then, breaking down microplastics could take a while. To replicate the experiment she'd done in mice, she thought to wait about four hours. That would give her time to start taking new measurements, as well as a few hours to take a nap.

After writing down all she needed to, Penelope took off her glasses and set them on the table at her side, setting her phone's alarm for 6:30AM, taking off her lab coat, and using it as a blanket as she shut her eyes in a nearby chair.

Sleep came to her quickly.

* * * * *

She awoke with a jolt a few hours later.

Still sleepy, she felt around for where she'd set her phone before remembering it was in her pocket last. But as she felt her thigh, there was only bare skin.

"Strange." She thought, but her mind was still too tired to process anything other than the fact that her phone wasn't there.

She felt around a bit more, touching something hard below her as she leaned over to reach the device. She tapped at the screen a few times but didn't see any change. The phone must have fallen out of her pocket as she slept, which was a bit concerning as the floor was hard tile.

Penelope reached for her glasses and slid them on, praying that her phone's screen hadn't cracked. But to her horror, the small fall was enough to make the phone completely unresponsive.

And yet, that wasn't the most concerning thing she saw.

"Why am I naked?" She said aloud - still used to recording her thoughts.

The shock of seeing her own naked body knocked her out of the chair and painfully onto the ground, the impact was still less of a nagging feeling in her mind than her current situation - which she was still attempting to make sense of.

With her bearings gathered, Penelope slowly got to her feet, her phone-bearing hand clutched tight against her chest as her other arm found its way between her legs. She glanced quickly to either side but saw nobody. It was a small relief, but her nudity in such a place still felt wrong.

The 'why' of it was also escaping her. Penelope hesitantly made her way away from her napping spot, keeping the only door to the lab well in view; There was a glass panel on the front that anybody could peek through to see her, though someone else being here at this early hour was unlikely.

Still, somebody else must be present, how else could she have wound up completely naked in the middle of a lab? It must have been a prank by a fellow researcher as nobody else had access to this part of the building.

She sauntered over to a cabinet on the far side of the room - carefully inching across despite being alone. Opening the door, she saw several lab coats hanging on a rack neatly. Whoever had stripped her must have forgotten to take these. She slid one off the coat-hangar and over her shoulders, buttoning up the front and not even caring that its sleeves were a bit too long to cover her slim body.

It felt awkward to be wearing nothing but a lab coat inside of the research room, but she was first and foremost a scientist and still had an experiment to run. She could get to the bottom of why she was naked later.

Looking at the petri dishes she'd set up before, there was no immediately apparent difference, but that was part of the reason why her research was so important. The dangers of microplastics were that they were, as the name suggested, microscopic. She grabbed a swab from a jar and rubbed along the inside of her dry mouth.

Quickly scraping the dish, she hastily put it under the microscope and began to look. It took a bit of searching to make sure the results weren't false, but after testing and checking, Penelope found no traces of any contaminants inside her second sample.

It worked!

She scanned the sample again and again, the excitement welling up rapidly as she kept searching and finding nothing out of the ordinary. Her experiment was a success - she had managed to breed a strain of bacteria that could digest microplastics from the human body. The satisfaction of her years of study made her shiver.

Or was that not it...

When she pulled her head away from the microscope, the very first thing she noticed was that she wasn't wearing what she was when she started to look. Her bare breasts spilled out of the white fabric as little strips of cloth hung from around her elbows and shoulders.

Assuming this was the result of her mystery prankster, Penelope turned around to catch them in the act.

"Show yourself!" she pointed.

But there was nobody there. Worse, the act of turning so suddenly caused the scraps of her outfit to fall to the floor. There were small burns in it, almost as though they had been caused by a chemical reaction of sorts. Thinking back to the experiment, she clutched a scrap of cloth that was rapidly shrinking and held it under the microscope.

Penelope felt an awkward lewdness as she bent over to look through the microscope again. After double-checking there was nobody behind her, she glanced down. The fabric was slowly being eaten away by an all-too-familiar sight. Her bacteria. Experiment 601A.

It shouldn't have escaped her system in this way, though - the bacteria was meant to work from the inside and sneak through membranes after it entered the bloodstream through the digestive system. So for the bacteria to appear on her coat, it had to have exited her body somehow.

Penelope held a hand to her chin, scratching at her jawline while she pondered the source of the contamination. Then she felt it.

"Oil!" She glanced at her palm. "The human body constantly secretes a small amount of oil to protect the skin! So Experiment 601A must be getting onto my clothes when it comes into contact with any part of my body!"

She felt accomplished at having pieced together the last few parts of this medical mystery, as well as deducing that E601A didn't merely eat microplastics - it ate away at any foreign object that came into contact with her skin.

But maybe her priorities should have been elsewhere. She suddenly remembered her nakedness.

"Where's that anti-bacterial when you need it?" She said, searching through a few piles on her desk.

Penelope was able to produce a small pill jar of something she'd made while working on her experiment. It was simply labeled 'antidote' as she'd never gotten around to perfecting it in anything but mice, but for the intents of her experiment, it ought to eliminate the specific strain she'd made.

The jar was completely empty. The only other one she had was in her dorm room. Maybe she was just imaging things, though. It isn't science if you can't replicate your results.

Penelope dashed to the closet, grabbing another lab coat from the hangers and pulling it back to her work desk. Almost out of instinct, she pulled a stool over to sit down on, but the sensation of her bare butt against the wooden seat made her pull away immediately. She opted to stand for this experiment.

Penelope placed a hand on the coat and waited. It only took a few seconds before she felt a hole forming beneath her finger. It was exactly as she thought. Any clothes she touched would melt shortly after coming into contact with her skin.

She checked the time on her phone before remembering it was broken and looked up at an analog clock on the wall. 6:45am.

The first classes in this building would begin at 7:30, but many students and professors opted to come to class early. It was reasonable to expect that a few people would be showing up at any moment. This was bad.

She threw the mostly-intact lab coat over her shoulders and set her now-useless phone aside. A part of her wanted to button up the coat to cover more of her nakedness, but remembering that her skin melted clothes, she thought it might be better to have poor cover for longer than full cover for a shorter time.

Penelope ran to the door and meekly peeked out the window at the front. The hallway outside seemed empty, the only sources of light on either end of the hall. This was good, she had the floor to herself, most likely. She slowly turned the doorknob - careful not to make any noise - and poked her head outside to confirm.

Her bare feet padded against the empty hallway as she rushed through the corridors, her breasts poking out from the front of the lab coat as her pussy was still out in the open. Already, she could feel holes forming by her butt where the cloth was resting against her cheeks. And the fabric on her shoulders also seemed to be giving out. She adjusted the garment and it slipped right back down. Even alone, she still felt self-conscious.

Her gaze entered each doorway as she passed by, hoping that they were indeed empty. As she jogged, she could feel parts of her body bounce with each step. It was an awkward run, made worse by her lack of athletic abilities - Penelope was a scientist, not an athlete.

She was panting by the time she'd reached the end of the hallway, standing at the top of the stairs. It was a one-way route and well-lit. But there was nowhere to turn back to. She had to risk it.

She gently went down each step, the rough non-slip rubber making her bare feet feel awkward as each stair caught her foot a bit. There was no noise but her quiet breathing as she made her way to the turnaround halfway, an area lit by a combination of natural and artificial lighting. She peered around a corner and her heart sank.

Two figures were illuminated against the lights of the east-facing front door, headed her way. She clutched the coat tight in her hands, pulling the fabric shut but feeling it give away at her grip. Maybe she could pretend to be dressed and hope that they didn't pay her any attention, but she couldn't take that risk. From this distance and with this lighting, it was impossible to tell who it was at the end of the hallway - but there weren't very many names she could think of that she wouldn't be embarrassed to be seen by.

If it was a stranger, they might do something to her. But if a friend or acquaintance saw her like this, she wouldn't know if she could face them ever again.

She looked back up the stairs, the second story was a dead-end outside of a fire escape at the far end of the hallway. But if she went through that door, it would take her out to an elevated walkway while the alarms would go off - immediately alerting everybody to her presence.

There was nowhere to run.

Penelope checked her labcoat. Since she had left her front exposed, the coat was mostly intact there. She could probably clutch it tightly to her chest and fake that she was decent - as long as she made sure to face anybody she saw. There was a coldness on her butt as she could feel the coat slowly giving away behind her.

She inhaled. She shut the coat. She walked down the stairs.

At first, the two figures in the hallway didn't pay her any mind as she approached - good, so far. But once they stepped further from the light she began to make out their faces and they clearly made out hers.

"Hey, Penny!" A tall Asian man said, waving an arm at her.

"Oh! Penny!" The shorter girl beside him smiled. "Did you spend the whole night here?"

"I - er - ehe." Penelope didn't know either of their names, she merely recognized their faces. She was never a very social person and tried to focus on her own research. "Hello."

Penny almost waved back to them, only to suddenly feel her coat move when her arm did and remembered that that would be a bad idea.

"You're always working so hard." The man said. "I hear you've got a big keynote in the auditorium later today - something about microplastics?"

"Oh, are you the one who got all those professors to show up?" The girl seemed excited. "It's basically all the biology department is talking about. You're kind of a big deal!"

"I - er - yeah..." Penelope stuttered. She could feel the coat on her back getting thinner, the tears in it working their way up, almost to her neck. "I need to, um, go..."

She slowly began to sidle against the wall - awkwardly stepping past the two as they gave her a strange look. If they knew she was naked under the oversized lab coat, they didn't say anything.

"Er..." The woman scratched her head. "Classes start in a few minutes. Why are you walking like that?"

"She's got more important things to do than go to class, I suppose." The man shrugged. "Not all of us can be geniuses."

Penelope didn't say a word as she slowly backpedaled away from the couple, careful not to move too rapidly lest the last few strands of fabric keeping her outfit together break apart.

"Whoa!" A voice called out. A voice behind her.

Penelope let out an 'eep' as she turned around to face the voice. A blonde girl had both hands over her mouth as she was looking down to where Penelope's butt used to be. When the shocked girl made eye contact over Penelope's shoulder, she realized she was now flashing the others.

"No!" Was all she could think to shout, not sure which direction to face. "No! No! No!"

As she spun, she felt a tension release in her hands - the coat she was clutching to her chest hung limp as she felt a breeze across the sides of her body. When she looked down, she noticed her pussy completely exposed beneath the minuscule scraps that remained tightly clutched between her fingers.

"I'm sorry!" She shouted, pushing past the blonde and into the front entrance of the science building. A few dozen early-risers were already through the doors, headed to class. But the sight of a naked girl clutching both arms to her body and sprinting through the crowd caused the entire room to freeze in place.

"Is that Penny?"

"A streaker!"

"Man, it's too early for this."

Voices rang out from all around her as she ducked her head down, moving faster. She felt something soft brush up against her as a student barely moved out of the way in time, somebody she didn't see. It was too much to look at the faces glancing at her; She kept her eyes on the floor and her bare feet.

The doors flew open, the sound of which attracted a few more glances as the nude form of Penny's small body burst into the courtyard. She immediately turned to the side, realizing how hard it was to turn while staying modest and ducked towards some hedge rows near a side passage. She didn't have the courage to check to see if anybody was looking over their shoulders at her butt - but she had to assume everybody was doing so.

Her flat chest skidded along the ground as she got to relative obscurity behind the bushes. The dirt was still damp with morning dew along the adjacent grass, and she could feel the water building up on her body like a slime. But she didn't care. As long as she stayed low, Penelope was out of sight.

"What do I do, now?" She thought. "I'm halfway across campus from my dorm, half the science wing has seen me naked, and now I'm covered in dirt, hiding underneath a bush!"

Penelope glanced to the side, the mud smooshing against her cheek as she saw dozens of shoes padding along the sidewalk adjacent to her. A single dropped pencil or a shiny penny on the ground might make somebody look down and see the naked girl hiding just out of view. She shivered.

There was a small gap beneath the bottom of the hedges that she was able to squeeze through. That took her to another bushy area beside the courtyard that would lead to one of the side passages. From there, she tried to make a mental map of the area but that part of campus was unfamiliar to her. She mostly stuck to the main paths on a normal day.

"Still, these sidewalks all have to lead somewhere, right?" She though. "If I can just go east and south, I should be able to get back."

Penelope realized she had dove into a set of bushes to the west. She'd still need to cross the main pathway, but maybe she could do so somewhere further down where it was less crowded. Lifting herself onto her hands and knees, she crawled under the cover of the bushes until she reached the far corner of the garden, her head sticking out just next to a bench. It felt awkward to be in such a position next to these bushes and anybody looking at the shrubs from just the right angle would see nothing but a naked butt poking out - but as she hadn't heard anybody calling out, she had to assume she was safely out of view.

Penelope waited for an opening. And waited... and waited...

But the walkway only got more crowded as the minutes went on. She realized there was no way to cross unless she felt like waiting until nightfall to come, which was almost what she planned to do before she remembered.

"The presentation!" She almost shouted. "I have to present my findings this evening!"

A brief idea entered her mind - that she wouldn't be able to find any way to counteract this affliction before the presentation. The thought of walking up in front of the most respected minds in her field totally naked, her whole future staring down at her nudity...

Penelope gulped. She wouldn't let that happen. She needed that antidote from her dorm room.

There was no telling how long it would take to purge her system. When she administered it to mice, it could take upwards of six hours to fully take effect, and she was much larger than a mouse - although sprawled out on the ground she certainly didn't feel as such.

Penelope clutched her fists, then she got to her feet.

A group of students jolted back in shock at the sight of a naked girl suddenly appearing out of the shrubs beside them. Penelope tried to ignore the stares as she ran in the other direction, closer to home. Her arms were clutching her body tightly - trying to preserve whatever modesty she could - but this made it difficult to run.

Penelope tried to weave through the groups of people that were walking to class - something made easier by the reactions of the crowds, stopping in place and staring at her naked body. Penelope kept her head low, hoping to stop anybody from seeing her face while still being able to see if she was about to run into anybody.

She felt a stabbing pain in her bare foot and the ground came rushing up to her. She tried to twist away from the pain and the rising floor, her body lurching to the side as the outdoors went rushing to the side before a rough impact rose to her rear - skidding along the ground with a slight bounce before she sprawled out on her back - legs apart.

"Aauugh!" Was all she was able to say when she sat upright, a hand clutching her lower back as she turned over and winced.

When her eyes opened, she saw several legs surrounding her like prison bars - and her own legs, spread apart on the floor as an unkempt tuft of pubic hair seemed to be wedged between them. She tried to shut her legs for decency's sake but stopped short when a stinging sensation in her butt caused a reaction.

"A-Are you alright?" A voice asked. "It's okay, I'm a doctor."

The woman speaking was clearly struggling to stay professional at the sight of a naked girl laying on the ground alongside all the onlookers.

"No you're not." A man's voice said, playfully.

"Okay, a doctor in training." The girl said. "But I still have a first-aid kit in my purse."

"I- I'm okay. I just need to- aah!" Penelope tried to stand up, but her butt felt like it was glowing hot.

"Here, turn her around." The woman dug through her purse as Penelope tried to stand up. But she was tugged off the ground and led towards a bench where the strong hands of the man from earlier spun her to lay face-down on the bench. She tried to struggle but the arms only pushed down harder as she forced herself against them.

Penelope realized her bare butt was sticking out, facing the crowd of onlookers as they mumbled a combination of sneered comments and pained pronouncements. She tried to cover up, but found her arms held down by the man, too.

"There are a few scrapes along the buttocks." The woman spoke matter-of-factly. "And she's covered in what I hope is mud."

"Please, I'm okay!" Penelope pleaded. "This is too... too..."

"This is for your own good." The woman said, screwing the lid off of something Penelope couldn't see. "If this gets infected, you might not be able to sit down for weeks."

"Please, just let me go, I'll be - eeek!" She screamed as a cold sensation ran up her lower back and to her neck.

She felt a slick hand massaging her rear, slowly making small circles with a cold ointment that caused her to buckle her knees together. There were snickers coming from the crowd at the sound of her lewd noise, but she couldn't help it. Each stroke against her bare butt caused her to moan once again as a tingling feeling tickled her skin.

"I - oh! Please, mmmm..." Penelope tried to plead to be let go, but the hands skillfully worked their way over her butt cheeks, massaging the ointment into her skin as she shuddered from a mixture of shame and relaxation.

"Okay, now you should rest and- Oh my God!" The nursing woman screamed as her hand reached too low, slightly brushing against Penelope's sex.

"What the-!" The man lurched back at something, releasing his grip from Penelope's arms as she felt her body ease to a more relaxed position.

"My shirt!" The girl yelled. "My sleeve is melting!"

"What about my jeans?" The man stepped away. "Where'd this hole come from?"

Penelope sat up, her legs still shaking. The audience was starting to point at the panicking 'doctors' who'd just molested her together as they swatted at their melting clothes. When she realized how sweaty she'd become, Penelope pieced together what had happened.

She took advantage of the chaos to slip away. Some people pointed and shouted, but nobody followed her.

The stares and exclamations of surprise continued as she streaked past more people. She could feel her buttcheeks sliding together with each stride, the ointment serving as a lubricant of sorts to reduce the friction back there. Penelope ran with a both hands between her legs as she turned a corner, then another, before finally finding a secluded alleyway to duck into.

She pushed her back into the wall and caught her breath - her bare chest heaving up and down as she tried to slow her rate of breathing in case she was being followed, but nobody seemed to be that interested. Perhaps that was an unexpected advantage of attending a school this prestigious - even if you streaked across campus, nobody wanted to be late for class.

Penelope looked around and swallowed, suddenly hit by the smell of the area. She was standing beside two large dumpsters and a few full trashcans. She must have been behind the cafeteria, as there were bits of visible food near the tops of the cans. She winced as she tried to block out the smell with her nose before looking around and seeing something lovely.

Or at least, as lovely as garbage could be.

After another minute or so, she gingerly stepped out of the alleyway as the material crinkled against her skin with each step. The makeshift dress was by far the least fashionable thing she'd ever worn (and she used to wear socks with her sandals) but when you're naked in public a trashbag is better than nothing.

Of course, in a few minutes that distinction wouldn't matter. She already felt the material growing thin around her armpits where the sweat was at its thickest.

It was difficult to move as the bag's elastic was wrapped around her knees. This time around, there were even more stares than usual as people gave her disgusted looks. Penelope's hair was ragged from her streak earlier and she knew there were still smudges of dirt on her face and bare feet, but at least she wasn't naked.

"What the hell is she wearing?"

"How trashy."

"Is she trying to make a statement?"

Penelope bit her lip as she quickened her pace - even if this stretched the fabric a bit more. She kept her head up and took slow, deep breathes. The more nervous she was, the faster this outfit would melt; And the best way to stay calm was to fake calmness.

Each step caused the plastic garbage bag to 'floof' from leg to leg as she put one foot in front of the other, careful not to step near anything that looked like a rock or bottlecap along the ground. But with each step, the elastic stretched more and more, reducing the resistance it gave as the noise began to fade. She was about halfway past the athletics area when she suddenly remembered a very important fact.

"Experiment 601A was designed to destroy plastic!" She thought. It was almost too much to look down, but she made herself do it anyway.

The material was almost completely transparent by now, strips of fabric completely melted away as the bag did little to cover anything but the band around her chest and a bit of elastic near her knees. How long had she been walking with her pussy completely exposed? She looked around and saw a few people staring slack-jawed, cursing at herself for not paying better attention.

She thought to run, but the elastic around her legs wouldn't bend enough to allow her. So she did the only thing she could think of to do and reached over to tear it off completely. There was a cheer from a group of men she hadn't noticed, all dressed in matching baseball uniforms as they watched the naked girl clutch the last bits of her outfit in either hand.

Her face red, she looked for some way to escape from their stares and saw a low fence which she dashed towards and over.

She landed ass-first onto the dirt below and winced as the old injury stung a bit again. Meekly standing upright, she could feel the red sand stuck to her ass - but that was the least of her worries. She was more concerned with the view across the open field.

"Oh my goodness!" The P.A. announced. "It appears that a streaker has run onto the field!"

There was an active softball game and her presence in the outfield was not unnoticed. The athletes pointed ahead, there was a shout, and then they ran over.

Penelope looked around for somewhere to go to. The fence all around her was too high to climb except for the way she came, but that direction was full of baseball players who were surely still waiting around. The only two places to go were towards the dugout and into the stands where the audience was sure to be ready to catch her like a foul ball, or on a low section of fence on the other side of the outfield.

She looked to the charging players, then to the other fence. She gulped.

Penelope didn't bother with modesty as she let her arms swing wildly, dashing along the fence and to the other side of the field. The audience was mostly empty, but the few people who had arrived were on their feet and jeering at her, a few bags of food and empty cups being thrown onto the field in front of her.

"She's headed for right field, but it looks like the outfielders have the advantage!" Her actions were announced to the whole crown. "For a streaker, she doesn't appear very athletic!"

The low area of fence was getting closer as a cup of icy soda was chucked in front of her, its contents splashing across Penelope's face as she failed to shield it with her arms. She staggered forwards a bit over something slick on the ground and barely managed to stay on her feet when there was a rough tug on her arm. The fence was only a few short feet away, but she was pulled away by another arm, and then somebody lifted her up and away.

"It looks like this streaker has been caught by our right-fielder!" The P.A. announced to the cheering crowd. "This is her first streaker caught of her college career - a statistic very few players share."

Penelope was being hoisted into the air and over the player's broad shoulders, her butt and sex completely exposed to the front of the field as she was carried over. She tried to kick herself free but made no progress in that area, only shuffling against the woman carrying her.

"Please!" She shouted. "I'm not a streaker!"

"You're naked on the field during a game." The woman was taking her to the dugout. "That's streaking."

"You don't understand!" She begged. "I lost my clothes and was looking for some - eep!"

There was a short, sharp slap against her ass as they passed the first baseman that surprised the air out of Penelope's lungs. She tried to catch her breath as she realized nobody was going to listen to her and she began to formulate a plan. And then it came to her

She could already feel the woman's uniform melting against her skin. Penelope reached forward and grabbed the woman's waistband, then tugged upwards with as much might as she could.

"Aaahh!" The woman shouted as the wedgie dug into her crack, her knees buckling as she dropped Penelope onto the ground.

There was a cloud of dust as she impacted the dirt, a smokescreen she used to scramble to her feet as she saw other players walk over. At first, they were looking for the naked girl on the field before something else caught the attention not only of the players, but the commentators as well.

"Oh my goodness!" The voice echoed. "It looks like our right-fielder has lost her shirt somehow!"

People were helping the player to her feet as Penelope dashed back into the outfield, brushing past the first baseman who spanked her as her eyes were on her team-mate's melting panties - now halfway up her back. The absurd sight gave her just enough time to make a break for the outfield as she ducked away from the stands and to a low area of fence near the small field.

She leaped over, landing on her feet in a back-stage area full of people who were pushing pallets of snack food and unloading concession stand trucks - barely having enough time to process the naked woman lurching past them with bits of popcorn stuck to her skin before Penelope was able to clear a second fence and make it to an unused parking lot.

She followed the road away from the arena, glancing over her shoulder to see that nobody was following her and then relaxing behind a parked van to catch her breath. Penelope carefully picked bits of food off of her body that were stuck to the soda that was drying on her skin before noticing something incredible. The dirt and sugar on her body began to simply melt away - the bacteria on her skin melting it into nothing as it began to form a puddle of gunk at her feet.

It only took a few minutes before she was relatively clean; But the curiosity was only temporary before she realized her position once again.

Penelope walked across the lot, thankful she was in a more isolated area, though the occasional honk from way behind her still caused a shiver to go up her spine. She shook her head and told herself they were too far away to see anything before pressing forward, into another line of bushes in order to avoid the main roads.

She stuck her head out the other side - expressing mixed feelings at how much more proficient she'd gotten at crawling through plants today. There was only one long stretch before her dorm building - a huge grassy field that was often used for picnics, pick-up football games, and the occasional student gathering.

It was busy, even for a Friday morning, but it was the most direct route home. So many people had already seen her naked today, but it would be over in just a few minutes. She swallowed, and then ran for it.

The grass was soft beneath her bare feet - a nice change from the asphalt road she'd just ran across before. People stopped what they were doing as she dashed across, once again not bothering to cover up in the interest of using her arms to go faster; She ignored the whistles and shouts as she made her way through the far side of the field of some sport, then leapt over picnic blankets, weaved around jam sessions and soon, the concrete stairs of her dorm room were in sight.

At last! Some cover! Some safety! She mentally went through that week's door code in her head, thankful that her dorms had such a security system and she didn't need to turn around and grab a key. And then, somebody grabbed her.

Penelope tried to twist away from the grip, but the strong hands wouldn't let her. She turned around to see who was holding her and saw his badge and uniform.

"Had word there was a streaker on campus." He said. "Looks like I had perfect timing."

"No, please!" She started to shake. "I'm not... It's a misunderstanding!" She had already tried and failed to convince somebody she wasn't a streaker before; But Penelope had to admit that the evidence didn't really support her side of the story.

"Let me go, my dorm is right there!" She grabbed the officer's hand as he began to drag her away from the door. "I'm sorry!"

"Save it for someone else." He sighed. "Technically, I'm not allowed to arrest you."

"What do you mean?" Penelope asked. There were people starting to gather.

"Just wait here." He said, pushing her to a flagpole.

The officer released his grip and for a second, Penelope thought to make a break for it. But the crowd was getting thicker and a strong hand grabbed her shoulder, making her rethink the idea.

And then, she was pulled forwards as a horrible sound resonated. The officer let go of her shoulder and she tried to lean away, but her wrists were caught on some hard metal. She realized what the click was and she turned her head.

Penelope was handcuffed to the flagpole, her arms bound in front of her as she was completely powerless to cover her nudity - or to do much of anything else for that matter.

"She's completely out there!"

"Damn, her tits are too small."

"Are they filming a porno or something?"

"Please!" Penelope shouted. The people surrounding her were too loud, though; her voice couldn't be heard over their mutterings. "Somebody please!"

She pulled to either side, trying to find some configuration that would allow her to free herself, but the struggling was completely futile. People pointed and some laughed; Others begin to pull out their phones and hold them up. Penelope tried to crouch down to cover her face, but ended up feeling worse as she had to spread her legs apart to do so.

"I need a female officer down here." The officer took a few steps away, pulling out his radio and leaning into it. "I said, a female officer! FE. MALE. COP."

His shouts were being drowned out by the cheering crowd, students shoving each other away to get a better view to the exposed, naked girl in the middle of the courtyard. The officer walked towards the edge of the crowd, one finger in his ear as he stepped away to a quieter place. Penelope shuddered as she realized she would be left alone with all the onlookers - more of whom were starting to lean in to snap pictures of her body. She could feel her mouth drying out and her arms growing damp with sweat - her whole body slick with it as she felt her knees get weak.

And then it hit her. Her bodily fluids could melt through clothes, why not handcuffs?

She bit her lip, realizing what she had to do. Tears began to form in her eyes, tears she wished she could spray somewhere else, but she had no choice. Penelope leaned forwards, straddling the pole as it pushed against her lower lips. She leaned hard into and pulled her arms as close as possible, her chest pointing up into the air as her nipples hardened in the cool morning air.

She pushed and she pushed, but nothing happened. She tried to force herself to urinate on her handcuffs, but the sight of everybody staring at her made her shy - who wouldn't be in such a situation?

But the officer wouldn't be gone forever, and she couldn't feel any weathering against the cuffs from her sweat alone. She needed another fluid - one that she could muster up on shorter notice. She thought to spit, but her mouth was dry and what little spittle she could produce barely cleared her chest before dissipating in the air.

She shut her eyes, her arms shaking, as she took a deep breath. She couldn't pee voluntarily at the moment, so she needed a fluid that could come out involuntarily. Penelope grasped the pole tightly with both hands, taking her weight off of her feet as she leaned back again, grinding her sex against the pole with force.

"Holy crap! She's fucking it."

"What the hell is wrong with her?"

"I knew it! This has to be a porno."

She couldn't reach her wrists far enough around to play with her clit, so her only way of masturbating was to hump the pole repeatedly, pressing her sex against the cold metal. It barely did anything for her, but it was better than nothing and besides, she could already feel a bit of moisture forming - was that from her actions or was she already wet before?

"Please... Please..." She muttered to herself. The sooner she came, the sooner she could escape - and she had to escape before the officer came back. Getting arrested for streaking on the day of her big presentation would not be good for her future prospects.

Then again, fucking an inanimate object in front of dozens of cameras and hundreds of onlookers wasn't a good look either.

The thrusting wasn't doing enough, so she pushed her pussy into the pole and began to slide up and down, spreading lewd fluid onto it. She grimaced as hard as she could, trying to drown out the sounds of the onlookers as her body squeaked against the pole before her, a squishing noise intensifying as she began to rub harder and faster against it.

"Come on..." She thrust. "Come on!" Her hips moved with increasing intensity as she became more and more desperate.

The onlookers were louder and bolder, stepping closer as they began to lose their inhibitions alongside the naked girl on the flagpole. She couldn't ignore them any longer as she could feel their stares on every inch of her body - and that started to excite her even more. She could feel the pole becoming slicker with each thrust as it grew hard to breathe.

She let out a moan, and the felt her legs give out to the pleasure. There was a spray of liquid between her legs as she managed to slide the cuffs aside at just the right time. Her pussy shook as the pleasure overtook her and she fell into the pole, leaning against it for support.

"Oh... My god..." Penelope sat upright again, getting slowly to her feet as she grasped the pole only for her hand to slide down without a grip - her juices lubricating it far too much for that. But as she felt her hands slipped, she also realized something; They were free. The broken cuffs were sitting at the base of the pole in a small pool of fluids.

It was at that point the post-orgasm clarity set in. Penelope had just masturbated for a crowd of what could be hundreds of people; They were surrounding her on all sides and it was impossible to tell how far back the heads went.

She ran for it without any warning, the people still too concerned with the events they were recording on their phones to realize that a naked girl was pushing past them. She sprinted up the steps as a few people yelled in disappointment that the show was over and entered the passcode with shaky hands, entering and then slamming the door shut behind her.

People were pushed up against the windows, still frozen in place as the show they had observed just came into the room with them. Penelope blushed at the thought that her show was for an even bigger crowd than she had expected, but she couldn't linger on the thought. She ran through the common area and into a hallway, dashing past the elevator as she took the stairs, not wanting to wait in front of peering eyes any longer.

The excitement was starting to wear off when she made it to her dorm room. Between all the running she'd done today and the adrenaline of being seen by so many people, she could barely stay upright long enough to crawl up to her door and begin to pound on the wooden surface. A few long seconds passed before she heard the lock on the other side shaking before the door opened slightly.

"Holy cannoli!" Her roommate leaped back. "What happened to you?"

Penelope flopped into the room, sprawled naked on the ground and at her roommate's feet as she heard the door shut behind her.

She sat upright, catching her breath against the door, her bare chest heaving with each inhale for a while before she was able to speak again. She had never really gotten to know her roommate with all the studying she did, but they'd seen each other undressed once or twice before - enough that Penelope didn't feel self-conscious about her nudity; Of course, that might have just been because of the amount of exposure she'd just been through.

"It's a long story..." Penelope gasped. "But I need to get something out of my drawer."

"Do you want a towel or something?" Her roommate gestured to a hamper full of laundry.

"Maybe later. It won't do me much good now." Penelope emptied a bottle into her hands, thankful that there was a single pill left at the bottom of it. She made a mental note that tomorrow she would immediately get to resupplying her antidote. "I need a shower, first."

She walked straight into the shower and waited a bit for the water to get hot. She looked at herself in the mirror. Already, her skin appeared to be cleaner than it had any right to - Experiment 601A was doing a good job at removing not only the grime she'd built up, but it even left behind a clean sensation after doing so.

She stepped into the shower, grateful to put the day's events behind her. As she washed her body it felt good to have a bit of privacy for once. There was a scream from the dorm room, but she ignored it and finished up getting clean.

Penelope dried off as well as she could with her least favorite towel (there would still be a few hours before she was confident she could touch cloth without it melting) and then stepped naked into the dorm room.

To her shock, her roommate was naked, too. She was clutching one hand to her chest as the other pointed out the window.

"L-look!" She shouted.

Penelope glanced out at the courtyard below - her eyes widened in shock.

The courtyard had fewer people in it than before, and the last few souls remaining were all dashing away towards cover. She looked closer and noticed something; Everybody was either naked, or rapidly losing her clothes.

Experiment 601A was much more potent than she'd thought.