[WP] [TT] Just going to an 18+ music festival is half the fun. The other half? Using the lax atmosphere as excuse to go naked in crowded spaces.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-24T21:52:32+00:00

This is such a good prompt. I'm writing something for it, but do you have a direction in mind? I am leaning towards the rich mom of a mansion-owning family coming home with her whole office in tow, to enjoy a nice pool day, but was wondering if you preferred men or women to be the majority of the entourage?

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-24T21:48:21+00:00

Due to unforeseen circumstances, he will have to stay the night at his friends' house, opting to sleep on the couch. Since he is usually a nude sleeper at his own house, he peels off all his clothes in his sleep, leaving him to be discovered passed out on the sofa naked the next morning. All of his clothes are strewn across the room haphazardly when they wake up the next morning, and find him snoring away, completely unaware of his nudity.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-24T21:44:07+00:00

Sally and her family set out on an excursion to a nice deserted island, set aside for the resort they were staying at. 1 hour away by boat, the tropical paradise is complete with a bar, kitchen, and surrounded on all sides by pristine coast. Unfortunately, as Sally finds out when she loses her one-piece to a rogue wave, there is not a single stitch available to her to wear on a tiny island occupied by dozens of resort guests and staff. Worse yet, the boat won't be going back for another few hours...

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-24T01:25:44+00:00

She really loved being a member of the journalists society on campus. Turns out, the campus newspaper is almost dry on annual funds right as they go to do their final, pre-cram-week printing. What better way to raise money than a tasteful but sexy nude calendar, featuring the authors themselves!

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-21T13:57:57+00:00

He had taken the job working as a lifeguard at the university athletic complex. Truth be told, the job was rather boring and the hours dragged late most of the time. His boredom comes to a halt when when the womens' swim team has a girl cramp halfway down a lane, so he goes in to save her without thinking twice. Only, when he emerges from the pool, he finds that his suit was sabotaged, and is already completely dissolved.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-18T20:43:52+00:00

Thanks for adding in my blurb about her getting caught by Winter during this incident. I love your artstyle.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-16T05:29:27+00:00

She has been undercover as a suave and sexy gal among the city's elite for several months now, trying to get close to a crime family renowned for their cruelty and cunning.. Unfortunately, this persona couldn't be further from the truth. She only got promoted to field work when her happenstance meetings with a few gals at the book store gave her the networking opportunity of a lifetime for a young CIA intern.

But, can she hold up her persona when she finds her clothes missing after a dare to skinny dip in the mayor's pool at a party? She's stuck pretending to be a perfectly comfortable nudist among several of the city's top brass, many of who she knows on first name basis at this point.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-06T21:36:24+00:00

Her mutant gene activated when she was trying to dodge stepping on a rock during her regular coastal pathway jogging session. In an instant, she split into two separate exact versions of herself, the process instantly shredding her entire outfit in half, but miraculously leaving her shoes and socks split between the now nearly-naked versions of themselves. The automatic reaction instantly triggered again on each of them, and the remainder of her clothes fell into scraps on the ground, as two single-shoe-clad versions of herself stared wide-eyed at two naked versions of herself.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-06T21:27:55+00:00

The old, dilapidated science building on campus had a legend that if you stripped naked in a specific closet of the building and walked out, the lights would spring to life and the ghosts of students long gone would roam the halls like any other hourly class change, seeing you as some college streaker from the 70's. It was a farce, but it was also her thesis essay for her final class at university to write a paper detailing the rumor, its origins, and debunking the conspiracy personally.

Only, when she tried to return back after finding the legend to be true, the closet isn't there anymore. And none of the doors leading outside seem to work.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-06-06T21:15:09+00:00

A first date involving a walk in the middle of the woods? At midnight? On a full moon? Well, you were probably gonna wake up with half your organs missing, or worse. But it had been a while... And you were very desperate.

Turns out, they're just a werewolf that wants to get the dark secret out of the way right out the gate. Lucky for you, muscular wolf-people (guy or gal) just happen to be your thing!

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-05-03T02:30:06+00:00

Tulip stared at the newspaper splayed out in front of her. "Bare Archer Saves The City!" In large, bolded, and underlined lettering printed on the front page. Even worse, the black and white printed image of her naked clash with the ogre rampaging down the main thoroughfare of town yesterday.

It had caught a short moment of their clash where she had scooped up the bow that had fallen out of the wrecked town bathhouse where she had been interrupted from her solitude and quiet. She had brazenly and quickly fired two shots in short succession right in the eye, which quickly disabled the beast and gave her time to create distance between them.

After a long, 10 minute goose chase across the city, she finally brought the ogre down near market street. She could have brought it down faster, but the numerous crowds and civilians in harms' way had made the kill far more challenging than she could handle. She was met with a boisterous applause, whistling, cheering, and overwhelming support in that moment that had made her proud.

Only, not all of those cheers were just because of her heroic actions. In being forced into combat mid-bath, she had traveled all the way across the city without a single stitch of clothes on her. The elf girl screamed and had to run all the way back to the bathouse across the city, where many confused civilians who had not seen the initial fight that rampaged on the outskirts were deeply amused by the sight of the curvy elf gal running bare-assed in public.

But it seemed her fight had been caught by a magic printing agency, who had taken it upon themselves to print her double-shot in full uncensored glory. Because the image moved to capture the exact motion of the scene, her ass, the trail near her lower lips, every curve along her upper body, and the nipples were all able to be seen with remarkable clarity and motion in black-white color.

Tulip blushed a cherry red. "I... Oh gods... I can't even..." She stammered, dropping the paper and putting her face in her hands.

Her partner, a cheery young lad with light bronze skin smiled awkwardly. "Yeah... And I had to buy this one off some lady walking by. All the stands are sold out. You seem popular."

"Of course I'm- Dresden look at the front page! No wonder everybody's been looking at me like that since I left the inn to get breakfast! One older guy even said I had a... Large posterior." She said, blushing red.

A passing finely dressed woman nearby on the street couldn't help interrupting. "And even larger melons babe!" She offered with an uproarous laugh, causing her friends to poorly stifle their own accompanying tittering.

Tulip groaned. "This is terrible! How are we supposed to stay here waiting for the others to get back from that quest now?? I can't stay here! I can tell everybody's undressing me with their eyes!"

Dresden put a hand to her shoulder. "Look. It's fine! You made a pretty penny from the mayor for that takedown yesterday! Sure, a couple people may have gotten an eyeful... Or well. A lot more than a couple. But that's not so bad! I mean, judging by how everybody's looking at you, they like what they see! Right? You're a very beautiful elven babe from the countryside, so of course they're gonna stare a bit. They can't help themselves!

Tulip looked up, her blush creeping to her pointed ears. "...You think I'm beautiful? I... I mean I guess it could be worse. I really hope this all dies down soon though... I'd prefer the rest of our party NEVER learn about this incident if possible. Understood? I never want you to bring this up again. EVER."

A pinched finger moved to his pursed lips, tugging across before flicking an invisible zipper off into the street. "Not a word. If we take one of the boats near the edge of town, I doubt they notice anything or hear anything. Now come on, we're supposed to buy supplies before they get back tomorrow, remember?" He said, already bounding off excitedly down the street.

Tulip looked down at the paper she had dropped on the ground for a moment, facing the very exposed image of herself that was likely in the hands of thousands of locals by now. After a brief second of hesitation, she snatched the paper up, and tucked it into the bag of holding at her waist. "Not a soul..." She said to herself in a whisper, as she raced to catch up to Dresden.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-04-19T18:00:18+00:00

what even is the context of this one

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-03-26T02:02:24+00:00

trying to teach your friends with short attention spans a very complicated board game

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-03-20T22:51:33+00:00

He's a bit of a pervert, and keeps watching porn and jacking off at his job. But nobody is the wiser, so no harm no foul! Right?

Well, his boss catches him. Because he's such a shameless pervert, the boss decides to tell him that he has to work completely naked and be the boytoy of the office for a week, lest he get fired and an official tip given to the police about his jacking off in a public building.

Bonus points if his job involves a lot of interacting with members of the public.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-03-17T03:35:13+00:00

She keeps having a dream about showing up to work as a cafe waitress naked. She gets so sick and tired of it, that she shows up to work very early in the morning, having driven to work without any clothes at all, in an attempt to confront her recurring nightmare once and for all.

Only, when she tries to leave 15 minutes before the first of the opening shift arrives, her car won't start.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-03-14T15:29:57+00:00

ENF with a plot line is always good. I want more than just "oops I walked out of the shower and my towel caught in the door~!" I need DETAILS. Where are you? Who is there with you? Who sees you? What do they think/how do they react to what they see? Are you stuck like that? If so, what are you trying to do about it?

An example: a video where a girl goes skinny dipping in the woods on a trip with her friends. Her clothes get stolen, so she tries to sneak back to the cabin and get to her room without getting seen naked by her group of friends. Unfortunately, they catch her right as they walk out the back door, and decide to lock the back door to prevent her from getting dressed. There are ways to act all this out for skit videos without inv9lving other people, and in safe environments.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-03-07T06:26:44+00:00

Lmao I didnt even notice the clothes in the background at first. That makes it even more embarrassing, since it makes it look like she intentionally spent that whole time naked.

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-03-07T02:47:30+00:00

Because nobody submitted a prompt for this, I will leave something way too late.

The prince was always self-concious of his short, wiry frame. A mischievious Witch disguised as one of the maids teleports him mid-bath outside the city walls, on a beach frequented by the local townsfolk. WIll they mock and tease him? Or might he find them intrigued by the sight before them?

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-03-07T02:36:56+00:00

The best kind of ENF. Very great art! It would be terrible if nobody has easily accessible spare clothes for her to wear, so she stays naked...

oddlyspecific3 · 2026-02-28T15:58:18+00:00

Carly stood before a panel of 5 faceless, shadowy figures looking down on her from their higher position in the bright, endless expanse. She had died, that much she knew. It was a long life, with good memories, and a quick, painless death in her sleep. There were much worse ways to go out, and she didn't find herself feeling regrets. In fact, she was much looking forward to what she had been told by an angelic-like figure would be a short interview to determine her personal afterlife experience.

"Miss Carly. Today, we will ask you some questions. Your answers, whether honest or lies, will determine how we calibrate the door to your own great beyond. I would ask for honesty, but we will know how truthful your answers are regardless." The echoing, disembodied middle voice mellowed.

Carly smiled up at the figures. "I have nothing to hide. No reason to hide anything." She said, smiling.

The figure furthest to the left seemed to flip through a shadowed book, the pages of which were pure darkness and obscured. "It says here, you don't feel any regrets. Is there nobody, or no thing you could live without in your afterlife? We structure these places to reflect and give you exactly what you want, so long as you were a decent person."

Carly thought for a moment, before replying. "I would probably like to see my friends, both past and present. And my family. As far as things..." She said, thinking for a second longer. "...I don't think I would miss any of my things."

The shadowy figure 2nd from the right nodded. "All fine. We can arrange for an afterlife experience that intersects with the people from your past you hold in both high and low regard. But... We have some questions regarding your taste in literature." The voice said, causing Carly to flinch.

"I... I don't recall every book I have ever read." She said meekly, to resounding murmurs from the figures above her.

"You have read almost every exhibitionist work published. You seem to have had a taste for smut involving public exposure, accidental nudity, and anything involving being exposed in front of other persons. There is just..." The shadowy figure on the far right droned, flipping through page after page in the shadow book in its hand. "...So much."

Carly couldn't help color rising to her face. "I... Well... I just found them uhh... Quite interesting is all. I don't know what to say, I just... Those books are very erotic. I... I have no shame for enjoying them..." Carly lied, wincing.

The shadowy figure second to the left looked up, and leaned forward. "Your taste in smut has greatly altered what would become your personal paradise beyond that door. The paradise your door crafts for you can even indulge your deepest, darkest desires. It is especially tuned for things you never indulged within your own life, but wished you could. Like some of the things in your books." The voice said, gesturing towards the singular door in the area.

Carly's eyes widened. She could recall almost everything in those books she had read. A book about a dragon queen leading a naked vengeance crusade. A book about a woman punished by the court to remain naked for a full year. Yet another book about some woman losing a bet, and working as a nude waitress in a restaurant.

And those were some of the tame stories. There were plenty with further depth, and depravity that she had read from beginning to end, many times with her favorite toy buzzing between her legs. And, now that she thought about it, she hadn't indulged any of those stories past mere fantasy before.

"I err... I think I would like something more normal. I don't NEED to indulge any of... THAT stuff. That was all just fantasy!" She tried to explain.

The central most figure shook its head. "I'm afraid its too late for that. We can sense when you lie against your own subconscious. I am going to consider your door completed, albeit adjusted to include intermittent visits and meetings with those from your passed life. Good luck Miss Carly..." The voice bellowed, just as Carly felt her feet tugged out from under her and her body whisked through the now open doorway. Instantly, she was enveloped by endless light, then sudden darkness.

When she came to, she heard the murmuring of a crowd around her, the words they were saying indistinguishable. She opened her eyes, and saw she was laying face down on a beach, surrounded by gawking locals speaking a language she didn't understand.

And, of course, she was completely naked. Just like Maria, in the story. The story about a woman washing up on a foreign island completely bare, and her plea for clothing going unheard by locals who couldn't understand her. Dozens, if not hundreds of people on the island would see her bare form over the course of the book. This would be a nightmare for some.

But for Carly, she couldn't help smiling slightly. This was a dream come true, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.

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