Gregor stood in the center of the lobby as an endless river of hundreds of gorgeous young women, all completely nude, flowed past him. Every woman held a phone aloft on a selfie stick as they live-streamed their dramatic arrival at CryoToken Enterprises.
“Hey, everyone!” said one of them to her live audience as she walked by. “I decided to take the Carbonite Challenge, so here I am naked and about to be frozen. So exciting!”
Gregor smiled. His company was having a moment in the weird cultural zeitgeist and he planned to take full advantage of it. He had expanded the production floor to accommodate eight carbon freezing chambers, instead of the original three. Dozens of trucks stood by to take the frozen beauties to off-site archives worldwide for long-term storage. His instructions to his staff had been clear. No woman gets turned away. Freeze them all.
Wading through the rolling sea of bare female flesh, Gregor made his way to a side door, ascended the stairs, and emerged onto a catwalk overlooking the production floor. All eight chambers were in continuous use with a line of naked women shuffling along toward each one. Staff members stood by to take each selfie stick and continue the live broadcast as each streamer emerged from the freezing chamber. Capturing that moment on video was essential to completing the Carbonite Challenge. Then they tossed the phone and selfie stick onto a growing donation pile, grabbed the next one, and repeated the process for another naked streamer.
“Extraordinary,” said a female voice beside Gregor.
“I couldn’t agree more, Keisha,” he replied with a grin. “The Carbonite Challenge has been a massive success. Excellent work on the social media campaign! I don’t think anyone traced the challenge’s origin back to us.”
“My pleasure, Gregor. Most fun I’ve had in my marketing career. Will we reach our goal?”
“Oh, yes! We’ve been freezing nearly 35,000 eager ladies every day for the entire month of the challenge. The yield will exceed a million when the challenge wraps up.”
“Awesome! So what’s the total yield since the company started?”
Gregor thought for a moment. “Just shy of four million. Additionally, the recent expansion of freezing chambers for the challenge has increased our throughput to a million per month. I’ve also redesigned our archive blueprints to accommodate 100,000 tokens each, with plans to bring a thousand archives online this year.”
“Wow,” Keisha replied. “What’s the bottom line?”
Gregor smiled. “Our target is a hundred million tokens within eight years. That will help correct the impending demographic imbalance and preserve the long-term fertility and future of the human race, as young women become increasingly scarce. I can’t overstate the critical importance of our work here. If anything, we’re not minting WomaNFTs fast enough! At least not yet. Future expansion projects will correct that.”
“That’s fantastic! Any concern about finding enough buyers?”
“Not at all. Demand remains at an all-time high, with a waiting list of tens of thousands of buyers whose funds are already in escrow pending the production of more WomaNFTs. Our wealthiest customers are snapping up tokens by the thousands. They’re an excellent investment, as evidenced by the strong resale market. Institutional investors, including hedge funds, pension providers, and university endowments, currently own more than a quarter of the global WomaNFT supply. They have a longstanding preference for physical assets, and frozen females are the ultimate physical assets.”
Keisha paused a moment and looked at Gregor. “Speaking of physical assets, I have a question for you, boss.”
“Oh? And what’s that?”
“Would you mind if I join the Carbonite Challenge? I’m feeling inspired by all these luscious ladies.”
Gregor glanced sideways at Keisha. The voluptuous black woman casually unzipped her strapless emerald cocktail dress and let it fall to the floor. Completely nude, she struck a sexy pose and smiled.
Gregor laughed. “Of course I wouldn’t mind, my dear! The more, the merrier, right?”
Keisha squealed with glee and threw her arms around Gregor in a naked bear hug, mashing her breasts against his chest.
“You’re the best, Gregor!”
“So I’ve heard,” he replied, stepping back and admiring Keisha’s nude body. “You’ll look splendid on my office wall, mademoiselle!”
Keisha beamed. “It will be an honor to share your wall with so many lovely ladies! See you around, boss!”
“Indeed. See you soon.”
Gregor watched Keisha’s bare ass as she sauntered away along the catwalk and disappeared down the stairs. A minute later, she entered the processing floor and began shuffling along as the women ahead of her were frozen and taken to storage. Keisha was still smiling and waved to Gregor on the catwalk. He grinned and waved back, already making a mental note to hire a new Social Media Manager.
Within a few minutes, Keisha had reached the head of the line and stepped onto the metal platform above the freezing chamber. It lowered her nude body into position before a cloud of vapor erupted around her. Metal claws lifted the still-smiling WomaNFT from the chamber and carried her away to be cataloged and added to the Carbonite Blockchain.
When Gregor walked into his office after lunch, Keisha’s block of carbonite had already been installed on his wall. She was in good company as Gregor’s collection had steadily grown with each passing week. His iced beauties covered three walls, the fourth being floor-to-ceiling windows.
After admiring Keisha’s frozen form for a few minutes, Gregor strode to the window and surveyed the CryoToken Enterprises campus. The front entrance was quite a sight to behold! One bus after another pulled up at the main door, each unloading a hundred more nude women who promptly dashed into the lobby, bare breasts bouncing and asses jiggling seductively, to join the Carbonite Challenge.
Meanwhile, a steady stream of cargo trucks carried newly minted WomaNFTs to the airport to be loaded onto planes bound for hundreds of decentralized CryoToken archives worldwide.
Though he had meticulously orchestrated the entire carbon freezing operation from scratch, Gregor still marveled at how efficiently his company converted feisty foxes into frozen females to be cataloged and placed in cold storage. All those sexy nude bodies reduced to immutable transactions in a distributed ledger, each of them the legal property of a delighted buyer. Satoshi Nakamoto would be proud. It was truly magnificent!
Gregor also harbored a deep secret that, if it came to light, would rock the planet and bring down CryoToken Enterprises, immediately halting his life’s work. Of course, he had no intention of divulging the closely guarded information. He was having altogether too much fun freezing millions of naked women, not to mention building his collections, both here in his office and throughout his sprawling mansion.
“Well,” Gregor said to himself. “I think I’ll head back to the lobby and enjoy the endless stream of female flesh.” He rubbed his hands together with glee. “I certainly love my job.”
Switching off the lights, Gregor left the captivating Keisha, enticing Erika, vivacious Vanessa, and cute Katie hanging on the walls with twenty other frozen female nudes.
Copyright 2025 Olivia Zoe Quinn
Image by Klaus Hausmann from Pixabay
Story notes
Oooh, Gregor has a deep secret? What could it be? Only one way to find out—in the thrilling two-part conclusion of Minting a WomaNFT! Coming soon!
Thank you to everyone who has read, faved, or commented on this unusual series! It’s been surprisingly popular, so apparently I’m not alone in loving the idea of freezing millions of naked hotties in carbonite blocks. Ah, if only such a world existed…
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