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Crop Dusting
By SirRender
(a/k/a Zor Prime)
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"Thanks for the ride, guys," Mindy Newton said as she hopped into the bed of Tom Cassia's dingy Ford
pickup. "Ever since Billy hurt his back he hasn't been able to fix the old Buick and I don't want to be getting
stuck out in the middle of nowhere if it breaks down on me again."
Tom and Gerald Cassia, two guys Mindy had grown up with out in the wide open farmland of Arkansas, had
been on their way into town when Mindy flagged them down for a ride to the general store. They offered to
let her sit in the cab with them but she'd declined and now sat with her shoulders pressed against the glass
between herself and the boys, her thick platinum hair braided into a hefty pony tail and draped over her more
than ample chest. The evening was chilly but not cold and she stretched her arms across to each side of the bed
to enjoy the cool air as it rushed around her.
The ride into town would take roughly twenty minutes so Mindy pulled off her eyeglasses, stuffed them into
the sweater pouch at her belly, and shut her eyes. She knew the scenery well enough that she didn't feel the
need to see it whiz past at fifty miles an hour. Instead she turned to thoughts of what the guys up front were
talking about. With her head against the glass she could just barely make out the sounds of conversation but the
wind blowing past her ears muffled most of the words. Briefly she wondered if they were discussing her. Both
Tom and Gerald were nice guys and she'd known them since they were all six or seven years old. She'd always
thought of them as brothers rather than neighbors living a mile down the road.
Still, she'd known enough guys who seemed nice and caring at first but spent most of their time ogling her
immense country girl breasts confined beneath her overalls, sweater or dress. She opened her eyes and glanced
down at her 45FF chest. Totally concealed by her thick wool sweater, it was still obvious that she came from a
long line of chesty women. Every one of the Newton girls as far back as the camera's invention was known to
have been enormous, and their incredible height didn't even manage to bring them more into proportion. At
five foot ten inches, Mindy's chest still stood out like a neon sign on a dark night.
She pulled her arms in from her sides and locked them over her chest. Shutting her eyes again, she thought
back to the time her older brother David had been caught peeking through a small drill hole in the bathroom
wall while Mindy bathed. She shuddered and willed the memory out of her head.
But of course her firm twenty year old breasts had advantages. For one, her husband Billy would do almost
anything to get at them, and Mindy was fond of prolonging their few sexual encounters through multiple
orgasms before letting Billy have his way with them, squishing and slobbering all over her proud globes. She
enjoyed making him wait for the good stuff. It made her feel powerful when she was feeling feeble in other
areas such as the old Buick breaking down on the dirt road miles from home.
The sun was dipping lower in the West and Mindy felt the truck slowing. As it did, the familiar bumping an
rattling of Tom's dingy pickup brought Mindy out of her recollections and back the present. With her glasses
still in her sweater pouch, she could hardly see a thing. The fields and fences to either side of the road were
featureless; green and brown shadows of ones she'd seen up close before.
"What's goin' on Tom?" she called to the driver. His reply was lost in the noise of the truck's brakes squealing
as they stopped.
A moment later, a man in the uniform and hat of a state trooper came along the driver's side and asked
everyone to get out. "What's the matter, officer?" Tom asked with concern.
"You see that van right over yonder?" the officer asked. "Well it's a research lab from the state board of
health. It seems a crop duster in these parts has been sprayin' an illegal substance --
dichloro-diphenyl-trichloroethane, also known as DDT. I'll have to ask you all to step out of the truck and
cooperate with the gentlemen runnin' the lab because the state don't want anybody getting sick of dying for
this. If you got the chemical on you, then we'll get you the medical care you need. If you don't got it, we'll
have you on your way again in no time, with apologies for the delay. I just hope y'all understand the
importance of this, 'cause your lives may be dependin' on it."
Tom was struck dumb by the officer's words. He muttered an incoherent response and pushed his door open to
step out. Gerald did likewise from the passenger side of the cab. Mindy fumbled to put on her glasses and the
officer asked her to hurry along so they might all be on their way again before the sunlight was gone.
"Okay," Gerald said as he stood next to his brother by the hood of their truck, "what do we do?"
"I'm sorry fellas, but I will have to ask you to kindly remove any articles of clothing and hand them over to
our scientists for checking. The whole thing won't take more than ten minutes and the quicker you get 'em off
the quicker you get 'em back."
"You have GOT to be joking!" countered Tom.
The officer, a good six feet four inches of tall, muscular and weather worn might looked young Tom straight
in the eyes and said, "Son I never joke about things of this nature. If I let you go on now and you wind up
dying, the whole state's gonna look bad because of one ignorant sonofabitch farmer."
The two lab technicians, Tom noted, were cleanly sealed in air tight suits and brought three large, clear plastic
bags out to the pickup truck. "You'll each place your clothing in one bag and we'll run them through some
tests and have them back to you as soon as we can. The state of Arkansas thanks you kindly for your
cooperation in this matter." Tom thought this one sounded more like Tennesseean than Arkansasn and stifled a
laugh at the irony of him representing their home state.
Mindy finally got her glasses on her face and hoisted herself over the edge of the truck bed only to find her
two male counterparts stripping all their clothes off for the aging state trooper. She'd heard nearly every word
that had been said but was nonetheless surprised to see her friends, her childhood playmates and adapted
brothers, complying. Gerald wasn't looking at all happy as he unfastened his brand new, bright blue overalls
and yanked them down to his ankles where he stepped out of his running shoes and then out of the sturdy
denim. Mindy watched, bemused, as the boys stood up in just their underpants. She'd seen them this close to
nakedness many times before but always found it humorous. It was especially funny now as the boys shifted
their weight from one foot to the other trying to keep warm in the quickly chilling air of late evening.
"You too, little missy. I promise it won't take long at all."
"What? I--"
"The clothes or your life, which will it be?" the officer scolded. Immediately his face softened and he
apologized for how bad that had sounded. "I didn't mean that to sound threatenin', but the state'll have my ass
on a platter if I let anyone pass by without the proper inspection."
Mindy gulped repeatedly. Her blue-gray eyes grew wide, accentuated by her strong prescription glasses which
always made her eyes look too large anyway. She nervously bit into her lower lip and shuffled her feet on the
dirty road. Both boys, the officer, and both of the male lab technicians waited there, watching her, with eyes
fixing quickly on her enormous bust pathetically concealed behind a single thick braid of platinum blonde hair
draped over her left shoulder and down to her belly.
The officer spoke up again. "Now missy, I know it's embarrassin' but it's got to be done and I do suggest you
do it now before any other cars come down the road and have to wait while you do it. Mindy's gaze wanded
back up the road but she couldn't see any headlights. The very thought, though, of having other people show
up and have to sit there waiting and watching her strip to her underclothes got her pulse rate up and her
breathing started to get shorter.
"C--can't I just step inside the van. It's so cold out here and--"
"No ma'am," said the one technician. "If you are contaminated with DDT we cannot allow you inside the lab to
taint everything else. That's why we give you these plastic bags to put your clothing into. Which reminds me
fellas, start putting your clothes into these."
"C'mon Mindy, the state will probably fine ya if you resist. DDT ain't nothing funny. It's been banned all
across the country," Gerald said flatly. His concern for his old friend's health and safety managed to show
through the interest he had in seeing her stripped to the bone. He couldn't keep his eyes off her as he reached
out to take the bag he was being offered.
Tom had more class and dignity. He averted his gaze from his friend's embarrassing situation, knowing well
enough how embarrasing it was without being leered at. He rolled up his brown corduroy pants and stuffed
them into the plastic bag, then his socks and shirt.
As Mindy turned away from the assembled men to start undressing, she heard the officer tell the guys that
"everything goes in the bag. Socks, shoes, even your underpants. We can't afford to miss anything."
Mindy gulped again. Standing around in her black cotton panties and homemade white cotton bra was a bad
enough thought, but if she was going to have to get naked as well...
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and pulled the sweatshirt up over her head and off. She knelt down
to untie her low boots and pull them off, then shed her socks. She took her time to put these into the plastic bag
she'd been given, stalling for time. She glanced up just a bit and saw Tom and Gerald totally naked, each
holding a hand over their crotch to hide their innocent farm boys cocks. The cold air, she noticed, was not
doing wonders for either of them.
Mindy quickly looked away, stood and turned to face away from the men, and pulled her shirt up and over her
head. The thick, soft straps of her gigantic bra brought a gasp from several of the onlookers. Even Tom and
Gerald had never seen her this naked before. She wasn't sure she could turn and look them in the eyes now.
She bent to unsnap her faded denim jeans and pull them every so slowly down over her fleshy hips and thighs.
If she'd ever gone swimming she might not have felt so vulnerable standing in the middle of the road wearing
just a thick and very supporting white bra and full black panties which completely covered her rump and
upper thighs. But from an early age she had sprouted large tits and had immediately grown uncomfortable
displaying them. Her husband Billy, whom she'd just married six months ago, often said she had a complex
because there was absolutely nothing about her body to be ashamed of. He pointed out that big Hollywood
celebrities like Pamela Anderson paid lots of money to look the way god had made Mindy.
But the lustful gazes of numerous boys in high school had not made her think of heavenly beings but rather
something more sinister and frightening.
She again took her time putting her outer clothes into the bag. Tom, teeth chattering in the cold air, begged
her to hurry up so they could all get moving again. She gave him a wide-eyed look, lips quivering
uncontrollably, and turned away once more. Before removing her underwear, she looked over her shoulder at
the state trooper. "Do-- do I have to hand over my glasses too?" A diversionary tactic, to be sure, and she
knew she could waste a little more time by carefully tucking her glasses into her sweater so they wouldn't get
scratched or broken.
"No miss, I don't think your glasses have any fibers that could hold the DDT," the officer nervously laughed.
Damn! She'd have to keep them on and get on with the show. Glancing around once more to be sure they were
alone out there, she saw the lights of another vehicle making its way toward them from the direction they had
come. It might be another minute or so before it arrived. She bit into her lower lip again, drawing a small
trickle of blood, and asked the officer if this was really necessary. "If there's nothing in my outer clothes, how
could it be in my underwear?" she asked quietly.
"I don't make the rules missy, I just enforce 'em. I'm sure there's a perfectly sound reason for it." Both lab
technicians commented on how right he was. She grabbed the hook at the middle of her back and pulled the
straps of her bra apart. The great garment hung heavily over her shoulders. Mindy shrugged it down her arms
and pulled it slowly away from her heaving breasts, the cold air instantly making them constrict the way it had
with Tom and Gerald's balls. She realized how much pain they both must be in standing there for this long
waiting for her to finish and felt guilty.
She bent at the waist and slid her panties down her thighs just as a high pitched car horn beeped three times
from behind the dingy old pickup. Tossing her head up quickly and to the side, Mindy realized the car had
been a lot closer than she'd thought when she first saw it coming. It was now no more than twenty feet away,
the driver staring awestruck at her own heavy hanging tits tightening in the frigid air. She shot one hand up
from her panties to cove her breasts, with limited success. There was far too much breast flesh to cover with
her girlish little arm. She quickly dropped her panties to the ground and stepped out of them. Shuffling
backward, she tried to hide her nakedness from the driver's view by getting the pickup betwee them, but the
headlights of the pickup were still on and they cast heavy shadows across her well endowed body as the day's
light continued to retreat.
She knelt and stuffer her clothing into the plastic bag and handed it to the lab technicians, who stared at her
incredible body for several seconds before shuffling into the van parked along the side of the road.
The state trooper meanwhile, had walked back to the next car to explain the situation, leaving Mindy with just
the shocked stares of the two guys she'd thought of as brothers for so many years. She realized the headlights
of the truck only gave the second motorist a better view of her, so she turned to face forward, giving both
Tom and Gerald an exquisite side view of her enormous breasts. They certainly had never looked fuller to the
two guys, as they now could see just how far those tits stood out from her chest. Both guys' cocks were
starting to warm up with the rampaging flow of blood into them and their concealing hands did little to hide
their fully erect organs.
Mindy saw this and was so ashamed. She almost wished she had left her glasses off so that she at least wouldn't
have to see so much. She was ashamed of the throbbing pricks yearning to be warm within her. She was
ashamed of her public nakedness and the fact that it was completely legal since the state trooper was giving the
orders. She was ashamed of being a woman at that particular point in time. Two big boobs, a nice round ass,
and an unshaven blonde pussy were nothing but trouble and she desperately wanted them all to go away. She'd
always acted like "one of the guys" and right at that moment she wished to god that she actually was.
The officer returned with the second motorist in tow. He was a tall, lean man with a thin black moustache. By
the color of his skin, Mindy guessed he was part American Indian. His tailored suit and tie suggested either a
salesman or a businessman, possibly a lawyer.
The man said nothing but drank in the delicious sight of the young blonde futilely trying to cover her 45FF
breasts with one arm and her blonde pussy with the other hand. If she gave up on the pussy and used both
hands to cover her nipples, he noted to himself, she'd be more successful. But he figured it was country girl
modesty that kept her from thinking of it. He nodded to the two naked guys who looked to be the same age as
the girl. Were they out for a joyride? Maybe a threesom in the barn after a drive-in movie?
Tom moved part-way in front of Mindy to shield her from the stranger. She quickly ducked completely behind
him, pressing her bare breasts against his equally bare back. He gasped and fought down the sudden feeling of
impending ejaculation.
The stranger was made to strip his clothes off and place them into another plastic bag which was offered by
one of the two lab technicians stepping out of the van only briefly.
A moment passed silently as the stranger, covering his own throbbing erection with both hands, gazed about
the landscape innocently. Mindy was shivering in the night air, her bare ass covering in goosebumps. A
moment later, Gerald pushed himself against her back. Mindy cried out as she felt his stiff cock pressed into
the crack of her ass, its pulsing head tapping her lower back.
But on the plus side, she was now well shielded from the cold breeze as well as from view. "But my god," she
thought, "this feels so dirty and wrong." She was thankful that neither boy reached around to cop a feel or
pinch any part of her. Despite the sinful feel of their warmth against her bare skin, they were being perfect
gentlemen.
A few minutes later, the door on the side of the van slid open and a technician stepped out with three bags of
clothing. He handed one to each of the brothers and Mindy reached for the third. But the man shook his head
and walked to the darker skinned man. The stranger thanked him for the speed of the tests and began putting
on his clothing. Both Tom and Gerald were getting into their clothing and feeling relieved at the warmth they
found in not being stark naked on the road.
Mindy felt too dumbstruck to even ask where her clothing was. She pivoted all the way around, watching the
three men getting dressed as they watched her nakedness shivering in the cold night. She again tried feebly to
cover herself from their gazes, feeling silly and stupid and utterly humiliated.
After all three men were fully dressed and stood ogling the poor young woman, the door of the van slid open
again and a technician brought Mindy her clothes. "Sorry it took so long, ma'am, but there was-- well there
was just so much material to be processed. You're all clean and free to go. Again, the state of Arkansas thanks
you for your cooperation and wishes you a safe journey."
Six pair of eyes watched Mindy's every movement as she strapped herself back into her gargantuan bra,
covered her freezing little ass with her black panties, and quickly pulled on the rest of her clothing without
concern for neatness or order. Once dressed, she crawled into the cab of Tom's truck, hid her face in her
hands, and sobbed.
THE END